Life.Of.Sin

Bleh . . . I’m kind of hungry, so I’m making sausage.  Eating . . . point for me.  I don’t know if I have school tomorrow.  Little bit strange, but it’s Columbus Day and I don’t know if I have school.

Columbus Day is such a crock of shit.  He didn’t even discover America, he discovered a bunch of islands.  The Vikings discovered North America, which I pointed out once in History class in the third grade.  My teacher didn’t like that very much.  I guess we’re just supposed to sit there and not even notice the logic.  “Columbus discovered North America, even though the Vikings got here first.”  Or was it the Native Americans?  I know the Vikings discovered Newfoundland in Canada, but I’m not sure if they got here before the Native Americans crossed the Bering Straight.

You know what else my teachers didn’t like?  When I called Abraham Lincoln a sexist.  We were talking about the Gettysburg Address in seventh grade or sixth and the part about “Four score and seven years ago our forefathers . . . all MEN are created equal.”  So I said he was a sexist.  Err . . . duh?

A couple of my teachers did like that I thought, though.  One was really interested in my opinion of reverse discrimination.  I said it wasn’t reverse discrimination.  Discrimination is discrimination is discrimination.

Another hugged me while I was crying over Bush winning the second election.  She said I was ‘young and idealistic’ and that was a good quality in someone my age.  She said there was nothing wrong with it.  That was sweet.  She gave me ten bucks in two dollar bills from graduation and handwrote a note into my graduation card.

I like teachers like that.  I like teachers than encourage people to think.  It’s better than the whole bullshit thing about Columbus and our forefathers being so fucking great.

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

You know how awhile ago I wrote out the favorite lines from all the songs on the ‘American Idiot’ CD?  Well, I’m going to do that with another group I like.  They’re called Nightwish and they’re from Finland.  A weird sort of Gothic rock.  These are all their songs except from their newest album.

Elvenpath
The path where Beauty met the Beast

Beauty and the Beast
Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog

The Carpenter
The carpenter carved his anchor
On the dying souls of mankind
On the tomb of the unknown solider

Astral Romance
Caressed by the sharpest knife

Angels Fall First
Oh Lord why
The angels fall first
Not relieved by thoughts of Shangri-La

Tutankhamen
They yearn for the milk you cascaded

Nymphomaniac Fantasia
For my eroticism is oblivion

Know Why the Nightingale Sings?
The Eden I found will forever last

Lappi (The Moment is Eternity)
Trust the wind
Trust the fire

Bless the Child
There’s a poison drop in this cup of Man
To drink it is to follow the left-hand path

End of All Hope
It is the end of all hope
To lose the child, the faith
To end all the innocene
To become someone like me

Dead to the World
It’s not the monsters under your bed
It is the Man next door
That makes youf ear, makes you cry

Everdream
Heal the scars and change the stars

Slaying the Dreamer
Raped my words, played me a fool

Forever Yours
Whatever walks in my heart will walk alone

Oceansoul
Crying for me was never worth a tear

Feel For You
Somday I will feed a snake
Drink her venom, stay awake
With time all pain will fade
Through your memory I will wade

***Beauty of the Beast***
Long Lost Love
Distance is covering your way
Tears your memory
All this beauty is killing me

One More Night to Live
Still a sinner rapes a thousand saints

Christabel
I’m but a poet who failed his best play
A Dead Boy, who failed to write an ending
To each of his poems
–
Stargazers
Separating the poet from the woe
Tragedienne of heavens

Gethsemane
Without you
The poetry within me is dead

Devil and the Deep Dark Ocean
Disgraced is my virginity

Sacrament of Wilderness
Dulcet harps from a dryad forest

Passion and the Opera
Breasts which never nursed

Swanheart
All those porcelain models
If only I could make them fall . . .
Love is for poets
Never the famous balcony scene

The Riddler
What’s the use to be born and then die
Make me guess who’s the one
Behind the ask of Father and Son . . .
For nature hates virginity

Pharao Sails to Orion
Open thy veins for my venom . . .
O Bride of the Netherworld

Walking in the Air
Arousing of a mighty monster from its sleep

Sleeping Sun
The sun is sleeping quiety
Once upon a century

Over the Hills and Far Away
Tomorrow’s light would mourn his freedom

Tenth Man Down
Today I killed, he was just a  boy . . .
They were the first ones to see
They are the last ones to bleed

Away
The Barefoot Boy
Weeping in an empty night . . .
For this gift of dream I must pay the price
With the loss of life’s pleasures

Nightquest
Shall I find fame or shall I die . . .
First ones to guard this path of night
Lady in black, Lady in white

She is My Sin
A sin for him
Desire within
A burning veil . . .
Lust is not as creative
As it’s discovery

The Kinslayer
In this world of a million religions everyone prays the same way . . .
Redeemers of this world
Dwell in hypocrisy

Come Cover Me
Dry the rain from my beaten face

Wanderlust
In me forever and ever and ever forever

Two for Tragedy
Two saddened angels - in heaven, in death . . .
One light for each undeserved tear
Beneath the candle bed
Two souls with everything yet to be said

Wishmaster
Distant sigh from a lonely heart

Bare Grace Misery
Just a child without a fairytale am I
Dark but so lovely
A Little Match Girl freezing in the snow

Crownless
One fragrant rose worth ten times what I am

Deep Silent Complete
The age will so this poet lies

Dead Boy’s Poem
If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it
Remember only the verse, songmaker’s cry, the one without tears
For I’ve given this it’s strength and it has become my only strength

Fantasmic
A girl in the rain swearing to her father’s name
Belle the last sight for the dying gruesome

—

Yeah . . . those lyrics take up twenty-two pages.  I’ve had them since Junior Year.  They’ve been through hell, but they are some of the best lyrics of all time in my opinion.

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

P.S. >>>Updated the stories section.

Written by: Katie

i must say if i ever catch any one sayin gerard should get done up the ass i will give them a piece of my mind. that aint rite he is too damn hot. oh well other than that nice site. i love Jason 4ever! luv Katie

Ummm . . . he’s a bisexual.  If he wants to ‘get done up the ass’ it’s his business.  To be completely honest, I think the idea is hot.  I wrote it into a story.  And what is up with ‘he is too damn hot’ to participate in sex with another man?  Leave it alone.

Katie, I hope you aren’t too attached to your face, because you’ve just been BITCH-SLAPPED.

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

You know that gay guy I’m in love with?  My best friend?  I’ve called him Topher, Chris, and Remi.  Well, I just had a smiling coversation with him online that I’m going to post here, because . . . it’s my blog and I can. 

Smiles.

All of his information (meaning screen name) has been changed to Remi.  I don’t know who’s screen name that is, but it’s not Chris’.  I won’t give you Chris’.  ryanz_raindrop is mine however and you can add me if you like. 

ryanz_raindrop: Hey Topher.  You there, babe?

Remi : Mmhmm, for a minute.

ryanz_raindrop: Smiles.  That’s fine.  Me, too.  I have to go primp for the dance as soon as I get done on here.  What’s up?

ryanz_raindrop: How’s kitty?

Remi : Fine. Home and recovering.

ryanz_raindrop: Good.

ryanz_raindrop: It’s Homecoming today.  X_x

Remi : Fuun. Lol. I have to get pretty too-I’m going to an art festival and I haven’t even started getting ready. X.X

ryanz_raindrop: So, not lazy for art festivals, just for class?    You’re sill.  I love you for being weird. 

ryanz_raindrop: What kind of art?

Remi : All kinds. Crafts, paintings, even food and live music.

ryanz_raindrop: Fun

ryanz_raindrop: You have to tell me about it later. 

Remi : Yeah, should be.

Remi : Mm. I will.

ryanz_raindrop: You going with friends?  Or is it a date?  ::makes kissy faces::

Remi : Friends. Big group.

ryanz_raindrop: So popular.  lol.  Well, I hope you all have fun at your art festival.  Cali . . . is it warm there still?

Remi : Mm, not really. Kinda rainy today.

ryanz_raindrop: It was freezing today and then it was warm and then it was freezing.  We have our heaters on now.  I hate the Midwest.  So fucking cold . . .

Remi : I could use some colder weather. I want to wear my scarves.

ryanz_raindrop: I’ll trade you my weather for your weather.  I’d rather not wear a coat all year if I could get away with it.  And I don’t look good in scarves.

Remi : I do. O.o;  Haha.

ryanz_raindrop: ::sticks out tongue::  You probably look good in anything, you evil cute person.  ::laughs:: Scarves make my head look too big.  O.o

Remi : Oh, I do. Lol. Wear a peacoat with them. It balances out shoulders.

ryanz_raindrop: Okay . . . I know I sound stupid, but what’s a peacoat?

ryanz_raindrop: And you’re cocky . . . ::blows raspberry::

Remi : Its those coats with two rows of buttons down them.

ryanz_raindrop: Oh . . . okay.  ::logs peacoat away in memory:: I have nothing to say.  No topic.  Wordless.  ::cowers in fright::

Remi : …well thats good timing cuz I have to get going anyway. Mes amis sont ici.

ryanz_raindrop: ::glares::  Don’t talk to me in a language I don’t know.  ::smiles::  adsfasdf  (That means Bye, I love you, have fun, and kisses!)  xoxo 

Remi : I said my friends are here, lol. Ta, have fun.

ryanz_raindrop: Luvverzz.  Talk to you later, babe.

See why I love him so much?  We can sit there and talk about nothing and I’ll be happy for the rest of the day.  I’m smiling now.  Chris is my soulmate, even though he’s gay.  Hopefully I get to go see him for Spring Break. 

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru