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MISUNDERSTOOD

Plenty of twists,
Plenty of turns,
And yet here we are,
Two crazy kids in love,

Something was missing,
A lack of affection,
Then you came along, and
My heart warmed with elation,

So much love, yet
So much hate,
But they can do as they please,
Because our love is supreme,

The people don’t like it,
They kick up a fuss,
The people don’t talk about it, but
They can say what they want about us

We could just run, as
Life is so rough,
But we fight and carry on,
Two crazy boys in love

 

I was going through some things and found a load of old poems and songs I wrote some years back. There were LOTS of them but here's a handful.


All British Genocide (2000)

We will build a system,
to help those who can't help themselves.
By that we mean easy scapegoats,
with no power, greed, or wealth.
We will be beneficial,
and tell you how to live your life.
By that we mean we'll kill you,
and laugh as we watch you die.

All helpful, all legal, all British genocide.

Be a model citizen,
you'll be the easiest prey of all.
You can have a normal life,
till the day we come to call.
You needn't be suicidal,
we'll make sure to help that along.
And if not just finish you off ourselves,
'cos we can and we're never wrong.

All helpful, all legal, all British genocide.

We have the authority,
destroy whoever we want to.
It's purely entertainment,
and one day we'll do it to you.

One day we'll do it to you.


Red Museum. (2002)

I'm trapped in the red museum,
nobody told me it would be this way.
Won't sell my soul,
to the wrong direction,
it has no market value if I choose to stay.
Yeah this is a wonderful place,
there are children and bodies for sale.
Won't use my mind,
to spite my other face,
I refuse to pay for a crimeless bail.

I'm gonna escape,
from the red museum.
I'm gonna get out of here.
I'm gonna escape,
from the red museum.
I've got to get out of here.

I'm alone I the red museum,
being born here is a license to die.
What are your thoughts,
on orientation?
Give the wrong answer and we can just lie.
Don't bother me I can't be bothered,
it's not my grave and I won't help you dig.
I'll make the worst,
of your cattle fodder.
I'd be the most troublesome guinea pig.


The Way You Wear Your Scars. (2002)

I've been such a fool,
and you've been just about everything else.
Break the golden rule,
scream so desperate as you cling to the shelf.

It's something about the way,
you wear your scars.
Something in that look,
when you're hit so hard.
Days turn to weeks,
the years turn to nothing.
If memory serves,
I've taken all it's given.
It's something about the way,
you wear those scars.

I don't ask for much,
just everything I can never have.
Colder to the touch,
it's a million miles from what you had.

It's something about the way,
you wear your scars.
Something in that look,
when you're hit so hard.
Days turn to weeks,
the years turn to nothing.
If I should deserve,
I've lived a life worth living.
It's something about the way,
you wear those scars.

The way you wear your scars.


The Best of You. (2005)

Your talk is so cheap.
To see you silent is just priceless.
I never thought that I could wipe the slate clean.
Sweet poison, sweet lies.
Finish you in time.
I am the best if I can get the best of you.

Spoil your curse,
spare me your words,
a burnout in a whirlpool.
Hold my breath,
and close my eyes,
I'll burn this ocean dry.

Hit the wall, crash and fall.
A shining to deflect.
But I can tell the cracks are showing through.
It strikes you, like a union,
of opposites in fusion.
I am the best if I get the best of you.

Spoil your curse,
spare me your words,
a burnout in a whirlpool.
Hold my breath,
and close my eyes,
I'll burn this ocean dry.

If your neck is on the line,
slit straight and narrow.
I ask careful nuances,
for the cautions that I throw.
Let the walls fall crumbling, ashes to a grave.
I am the best if I get the best of you.

Spoil your curse,
spare me your words,
a burnout in a whirlpool.
Hold my breath,
and close my eyes,
I'll burn this ocean dry.

I am the best,
if I can just get the best of you.



Spark (2005)

Go put the fire out,
nothing ignites me anymore.
There is no spark.
Go freeze the fever dead,
your ego is in vain.
I've lost the spark.

Glory days,
have reached their dusk.
If betrayal is all,
in betrayal I trust.
There's much to be said.
But I've nothing to say.

Stamp out the parasite,
you're making my skin crawl.
My symptoms of your disease.
And let the fever burn,
send you up in flames.
There's still a spark.

Glory days,
have reached their dusk.
If betrayal is all,
in betrayal I trust.
There's much to be said.
But I've nothing to say.

Go stoke the fire up,
nothing fuels me anymore.
Here is the spark.

Where is it From Here. (2006)

She lies aloof,
in her usual blue.
Dying to lay with you.
Tries to undress,
oh how we digress.
Relish the stains on the tubes.
To is the fro,
anything goes.
Can't get head nor tail from her.
But being the judge,
of your loathing grudge,
has got me peeling the layers.

Where is it from here?
Where's the sense in dwelling?
Doom is hanging near.
Numbing is not soothing.
Am I backing down?
Wincing at a glass-pain?
I won't come around.
Don't piss on me and tell me it's raining.

I reel as you tug,
don't you look smug?
Swiping the smile from your face.
Ring in the change,
then rearrange.
Try not to look out of place.
Worn out she'll rest,
too weary to undress.
Greeting the night on her own.
But sleep stands delayed,
arrives the next day,
silence breaks to atone.

Where is it from here?
Where's the sense in dwelling?
Doom is hanging near.
Numbing is not soothing.
Am I backing down?
Wincing at a glass-pain?
I won't come around.
Don't piss on me and tell me it's raining.

Can't you,
quiet down – so unsound.
I caught you,
in a nutshell.
Now what becomes of you?
Can't you,
quiet down – so unsound.
And this can't,
be happening.
Well what becomes of you?

Where is it from here?
Where's the sense in dwelling?
Doom is hanging near.
Numbing is not soothing.
What is the way out?
Tell me there's an exit.
What else can I say?
My usual blue turns blackened.

Lights are growing dimmer,
images remind you.
Waking on the eggshells,
breaking into pieces.
Whilst we sit here drowning,
you are far too shallow.
Still your blood is thicker.
Don't piss on me and tell me it's raining.

 

Those were all a very good read, but there is one line in particular that amused me:

The perfect blend of humor and frustration. Not an easy feat, but you captured it in that line, so naturally, this would be my favorite part.

 

Thank you lol. Why am I not surprised that was your favourite part? :lol: Actually I had another poem I wrote more recently somewhere called 'The World is Shit' which is very humour+frustration. Must try to find it and put it up here.

Btw I read your poems on here sometime ago, very good. You should read some of them for the voices thread if you ever get the time.

 

Don't know if I should post any of mine...still debating.

 

Eerie and mysterious. Love your Gothic style. Read this and had some crazy images man. Great work!

 

And The Gutters Filled

And the gutters filled with water
Suburbanite cities felt fine
Mothers and fathers
Children alike
Play in the dirt and money

And the gutters filled with money
Stuffing it in their pockets
The bald man sings
He has given back
He thinks, but he's spilled blood

And the gutters filled with blood
No one is outside
"Who did this?"
Their thoughts blinded
By their apathy

 

We sit here in our little glass house
The whole world looking in
I wish you understood my problem,
The fear growing within
How are we supposed to be together?
When everyone else is a part
How am I supposed to live like this
When everyone else is in you heart
What ever happened to just me and you?
When did it become so much more than just two?
I try to build the walls around us
Try to keep us safe
But you simply burn them down
Each time, another hard slap in the face

Am I not good enough
What more do you need
Ive given to you all that I own
You have me body, mind and soul
But still you keep on searching
Trying to fill some hidden hole
I didnt even know you had.

So I'll apologize
And settle down
Accept my life in our little glass town
I can learn to live in the open
I can love our little home
We sit here in our little glass house
Hoping for a change but never fully reaching

 

It's late, I'm tired, and I haven't written a poem in years, but I think I'll give it a try.

Here goes nothin:

Words only have meaning
When we say them true,
So believe me when I say
I love you.

However I know that this
Feeling is not mutual
Though I'll be there,
Through and through.
This is how I know
I love you.

Okay so that was kinda lame, but that's what's been on my mind lately. Also did I use 'through and through' correctly? I'm a little fuzzy on the definition.

 

There´s green light in my eyes she said.
I was hoping for some meaning
But my eyes are brown as mud, as the sparkling hazelnuts sizzling on the stove, like the product of reckless abandon stirring the bright-eyed acrylics together in a gloop of anticlimax
And I remembered the bright-eyed collage of childhood
So are yours.

 

Purgatorial Warnings

Wandering this barren plane of fleeting apparitions,
These spectral drifters reach out four guidance
Only to be dismissed by their own hopelessness.
Thick mist chokes the air, diluting, polluting
The oxygen that few inhabitants still rely on.
Hollow screams float haunted, never to be heard.
Phantom dreams eroded by eons of solitude.
This is the land of the lost, where broken souls
Occupy their timeless existence with melancholy yearnings.
Out of sight, out of mind, ghostly wretches stew
In self-pity, product of an eternal depression.
Take not their desperate hands, less you wish
To plummet into their lifeless pit of despair.
This is the land where the sun is cloaked
Forever by unwavering clouds, frozen in time.
These fields have withered and dried, devoid
Of life, the forbidden entity of this realm.
Speak not of this place so damned by the
Unforgiving deities of whom you worship,
For you shall rot, decompose, rise and loiter
In this cursed resting place for as long
As your soul may endure, until you fade
From all that is tangible, relevant, and acknowledged.

 

Unfortunately I think Judge Judy got to it first.

 

"You've Changed"

I can't be what I never was
It's hard enough being myself
"You've changed," you said
but you're dead
wrong,
because I was always me
even if it was hard to see
He was a mask that I wore
until it was too worn to wear
You can look at me, now,
my body is bare,
but you won't open your eyes
to see who loved
without her disguise
so instead hold my hand
and I'll wait by your side
until you're ready to see me for what I really am

 

Inspiration hit me tonight

Documentation

Touch foreheads
Far too cliche to mention
That you too thought
That there was weight
That there was anything

Maybe you too thought
That I was faking it
Still writing it out
Painted by gruesome
Knots of power

Could you see it?
Was I not clear?
You knew it
You knew it

Growing Pains

Shave off everything they hate
Giving away because of my own jealousy
Left it on the countertop
To collect dust and pride

Shivers from nothing
Big thoughts make my brain swell
I promised I would
I forgot that you cared

Sit and smile
Roll over
Abide by the rules

Loved by the wrinkles
Loved even more by the reverse
Hypocritical self
But do I truly care?

I’ll follow what you do
Wish for what you’ve always had
Crawl into deceit
A cave of white noise

And throw my color to the ground

Sit and smile
Roll over
Abide by the rules

She loves her
So follow her
Stand with her
To love her

 

Lullaby For A Warrior’s Child
Call me what you will, my child,
But never dare you call me mild,
For my heart is forged from nought but flame,
And in my eyes it burns the same,
Charred with passion, strong and true
Yet I am icy, through and through,
I sit upon the rooftops high,
And watch over you all from the sky,
One day, my child, you shall be too,
A fierce protector shall be made of you,
Who you protect is your choice alone,
The place you love shall be your home,
And even though they think you strange,
Not a thing about you would they change.
So call me what you will, my child,
But never dare you call me mild,
Because deep within each strangers soul,
Lies a blackness dark as coal,
But if ignited at the start,
Then burns within them a dragon’s heart.

Unrequited Hope
Oh poor darling, you don’t yet know,
Why he makes your heart beat like a hummingbird’s wing,
I pray to god it doesn’t show,
How my heart is breaking, while you’re making his sing.
Oh poor angel, you don’t yet know,
That I’ve seen him around with the wrong kind of girl,
Please don’t hate me for saying so,
But when he gives you pain, you give him your world.
Oh poor sweetheart, you don’t yet know,
The way you destroy me every time you laugh,
The world is falling tomorrow,
But I don’t mind, I smile along to the lie I craft.
Oh my poor heart, oh my poor mind,
You’re crushing my soul as you cast me aside,
It’s not meant to hurt, you’re just blind,
You can’t see my tears, as you leave me behind.
So run along, darling, and don’t look back,
Live the life you long for, but let it be a good one,
I’ll be waiting here for you, should you lose the track,
I’ll be waiting, forever yours, until my days are gone,
I’ll be waiting here forever, until my days are gone.


If One Life Ends
Let the sun set and may it never rise again,
Let the world burn, let the flames make amends,
These are the words of the lost and the desperate,
What does it matter to man if one life ends?

Let my life be extinguished, and may it never light again,
Send my regards to my family and those who are my friends,
These are the words of the wounded and the lonely,
What does it matter to man if one life ends?

Let the war rage forever, may we never see it end,
Let them fight forever for the pettiness of men,
These are the words of the rich and the powerful,
What does it matter to man if one life ends?

Let them burn in hell, and may the flames consume them,
The enemy of the enemy is my enemy, not a friend,
Let those I command fight and die for me,
What does it matter to man if one life ends?

Let my child live, lord, take me instead,
They want peace, but to them alone the rule extends,
These are the words of the starving and the poor,
What does it matter to man if one life ends?

Let them be happy, and may they never frown,
Let them be educated and have many friends,
Take me in their place, and I shall not complain,
What does it matter to man if one life ends?

Let the depressed end their lives, let the sick and weak die,
May the poor be wiped out, may the powerful lie,
Kill those who are different, slaughter the wronged,
Burn the philosophers, though they were right all along,
Let the children starve, and let the homeless freeze,
May the abused suffer, the assaulted not be believed,
What does it matter to man if their lives end?
But there shall come a day, as a day always will,
When the things you have done come back to hurt you,
When your love or your child, your friends or yourself,
Knock on ours doors and beg us for help,
We’ll ask with a shrug and a slam of the door,
At tactic you used upon us once before,
That we are not your keepers, nor are we your friends,
What does it matter to us if one life ends?


Fallen Angels
Would you watch me burn?
I knew you always would.
When one silly child’s fear holds them back,
You’re always there to snip their hope in bud.
I’ll never forgive you,
You know I never could.
When the sky in the city goes black,
I’m trapped in my own cruel head again.
When the sky in the city goes black,
I’m trapped in my own cruel head again.

When I close my eyes, I’m so much more,
When I’m alone, I’ve never been more together,
Stand with me on the edge,
We’ll lead this broken world,
Because we are the fallen angels that they left for dead,
And we will never stop fighting until our wings return,
The angels will sing you to sleep, so rest your aching head,
We will fight until the light leaves our tearless eyes.

Smile as you watch me fall,
And I’ll smile as I hold you down.
Lay beneath the water and watch me rise to grace,
Dead, you’d never hurt me again.
But you know I never could,
Because I love you too much.
And so, for fear of never again seeing your smile,
I’ll laugh as I stand on the ledge, and you push me over the edge.
And as the sky in the city goes black,
I’m trapped in my own cruel head again.

When I close my eyes, I’m so much more,
When I’m alone, I’ve never been more together,
Stand with me on the edge,
We’ll lead this broken world,
Because we are the fallen angels that they left for dead,
And we will never stop fighting until our wings return,
The angels will sing you to sleep, so rest your pretty head,
We will fight until the light leaves our tearless eyes.


You and I were just pawns in the game,
But I’ll never be the same,
Since the day I saw your perfect eyes,
I helplessly believed your stupid lies.
You and I were just puppets,
We were just pawns in a game,
But since the day I saw your perfect self,
I know I’ll never be the same.

When I close my eyes, I’m so much more,
When I’m alone, I’ve never been more together,
Stand with me on the edge,
We’ll lead this broken world,
Because we are the fallen angels that they left for dead,
And we will never stop fighting until our wings return,
The angels will sing you to sleep, so rest your messy head,
We will fight until the light leaves our tearless eyes.

When I close my eyes, I’m so much more,
When I’m alone, I’ve never been more together,
Stand with me on the edge,
We’ll lead this broken world,
Because we are the fallen angels that they left for dead,
And we will never stop fighting until our wings return,
The angels will sing you to sleep, so rest your perfect head,
We will fight until the light leaves our tearless…

Since the day I saw your perfect self,
I know I’ll never be the same.


(Sorry, that's a whole load of writing)

 

No need to apologize! You have a really smooth and elegant way of writing. Because of that, a lot of emotions really poured out of what you wrote. Great job!

 

Haha thank you! I really like your poems, too, wish I could write like that

 

To My Bullies

This it to my bullies,
Please stop trying to fight
Don't be afraid to talk about your problems
I know one day you'll be alright

There's a life full of possiblities
You'll just have to find them
by fixing the problems in front of you
and then you'll be happy again

Your mind is just fine
You're perfect, it's the truth
It must be hard for you back at home
Do worry, it's hard for me too

We're a lot alike in many ways
You just have to believe it
Maybe we could help each other out
And together we can make it

Be strong, be brave
And there's nothing you can't do
The best way to stop your bully
Is to try and believe in you.

 

This is one of two that I wrote after coming out for the first time. It portrays my feelings about keeping it a secret and the stress involved.

"It gets better"
You whisper to yourself
Tears flowing down your face
When?
How long will you suffer
Before anything gets better?
You tell yourself
"It will get better.."
But you don't believe it
You really believe you're alone
There is nobody else
Who feels the way you do
You don't want to believe
Who you are
You deny it at any cost
No one can know
But it gets better
Doesn't it?
You will embrace it one day
You will be proud of who you are
But when?

And here's the other one. It's about the first person I came out to.

You were there
When no one else could be
You were there
When life came crashing around me
When everything turned upside down
You were there
When I needed your advice
Nothing but your words could console me
The only person I fully trusted
You had been there before
You knew
And you were there for me

 

Prologue by Jellal

The world used to seem so far away-
A place that we looked at from a distance
And always from the comfort of our home.

We’d be tired out from a day at play,
But even when we were resting, we were thinking about the future.
Our future,
Which felt like just another daydream.

You and I would make bold statements
About what we were going to do when we got there!
Who we were going to become!
Life was a contest.
A game to win.

“Growing up” and “going out into the world” didn’t scare us one bit,
Because we didn’t understand what “growing up” really meant for us,
Because we didn’t understand what “going out into the world” really meant for us.

But I understand now.

“Growing up” meant something different for each person.
Everyone grew their own way-
For us, that meant growing apart.

“Going out into the world” never meant anything.
We were already there.
And by the time we noticed,
It was too late to go back.