I just realized I haven’t gotten a piece of Katie’s mind for saying ‘Gerard should get done up the ass’.
Hmmmm. . . I guess it’s hard to give a piece of your mind when you don’t have one.
I’m hungry. Must find food.
Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru
I wrote this poem back in late 2001, when I was fourteen. I was a freshman.
Hands of Torment
Turn to page one in this book of my life
My pages are empty.
My ink is pure white.
I have only written what I feel.
What I feel is nothing.
Not love, not happiness, nor even hope.
Not hate, no depression, not anger at you.
To feel you have to have a heart.
I tore mine out and fed it to the dogs.
It is better to feel nothing
That to feel hands of torment
Clawing at your skin and tearing at your brains.
What is love without hate?
What is passion without lust?
What is joy without despair?
What is hope without rage?
Only a fool could dream this up.
I guess I am that lonely fool
Who dares to dream rather than see.
Who writes of the feelings she cannot have.
Who writes of herself as though she were dead.
Every person must have a soul to feel good and bad.
I am no longer human,
For though my body is here,
My soul is dead.
Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru
Hah! Found my lyric folder. It’s a folder I keep shitloads of lyrics in, including those Nightwish ones I posted yesterday. I want to share some of them, so I will. “I don’t care if you don’t mind . . .” Actually, I just don’t care if you mind.
California by Wave
I’m never going back home
Do you ever feel like
You need a change?
Hang out where
No one knows your name.
Scenes from a Coffee Shop by Blessid Union of Souls
I remember Sunday nights at Kaldi’s
I was never really down with coffee shops
A group of beatniks reading Kerouac
And the smell of grass from the parking lot
Red Strokes by Garth Brooks (Kiss my ass; lyrics are lyrics despite genres)
Steam on a window, salt in a kiss
Two hearts have never pounded like this
Demon by London After Midnight
Velvet touch, your mouth on mine
Drunk on lust like drunk on wine
The world will end, we’ll hear the thunder roll
The Weakness in Me by Joan Armatrading
Why do you come here, when you know I’ve got troubles enough?
Why do you call me, when you know I can’t answer the phone?
Make me line when I don’t want to
And make someone else some kind of unknowing fool
You made me stay when I should not
Are you so strong or is all the weakness in me?
Why do you come here and pretend to be just passing by?
Pretty Like Drugs by Queen Adreena
The world is watching as my wings unfurl
The world is watching the death of a girl
‘Cuz I’m pretty like drugs
Summer of Drugs by Soul Asylum
And we were too young to be hippies
Missed out on the love
Turned to a teen in the late 70’s
In the summer of drugs
Within You by David Bowie
You’ve run so long
You’ve run so far
You eyes can be so cruel
Just as I can be so cruel
Oh, I do believe in you (Yes, I do)
Live without your sunlight
Love without your heartbeat
I . . . I . . .
Can’t . . . live . . . within . . . you
As the World Falls Down by David Bowie
As the pain sweeps through
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill is gone
Wasn’t too much fun at all
But I’ll be there for you
As the world falls down
She by Diary of Dreams
She says she’d sell her angel for a dream
She says that she is not who she might seem
She says that she has lost her self-esteem
She says that she will not give up her dream
Kiss the Rain by Billy Meyers
If your lips feel hungry and tempted
Kiss the rain and wait for the dawn
Keep in mind, we’re under the same sky
And the night’s as empty for me, as for you
If you feel you can’t wait ’till morning
Kiss the rain . . . kiss the rain
Tears of Pearls by Savage Garden
We twist and turn where angels burn
Like fallen soldiers we will learn
Once forgotten, twice removed
Love will be the death . . . the death of you
Tiger by Paula Cole
I’ve left Bethlehem
I feel free
I’ve left the girl I was supposed to be . . .
I’m not that girl anymore
I’m not that straight A anymore
I want to sit with my legs wide open and
Laugh so loud that the whole damn restaurant
Will turn and look at me . . .
No more sex-starved teachers trying to touch me ass
I can finally be a teenager at age twenty-six
Girls and Boys by Blur
Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they’re girls
Who do girls like they’re boys
Always should be someone you really love
Here with Me by Dido
I didn’t hear you leave
I wonder how am I still here
I don’t want to move a thing
It might change my memory
I Miss You by Blink 182
Where are you and I am so sorry
I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on and haunting every time
Piano Man by Billy Joel (One of my favorite songs of all time)
And the waitress is practicing politics
As a business man slowly gets stoned
Yes, they’re sharing a drink they call lonliness
But it’s better than drinking alone
Iris by the GooGoo Dolls
When everything’s made to broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t comin’
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you bleed just to know you’re alive
All Eyes on Me by the GooGoo Dolls
You drown in deeper oceans
Inventing new religions
Those are the ones I found and could pick out lyrics. Some of them, like “The Song Remembers When” by Trisha Yearwood (which is my favorite song of all time. I was raised on country. Sorry.), are just to perfect to break down.
Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru
Okay, I’m the first to admit that if Billie Joe were single and I had the chance I’d fuck the daylights out of him. But he’s married and he has two kids. And you will never hear my bitch about this except in jest and that one avatar I have that says ‘Get out right now’.
I love Addie (I know, I spell the nickname wrong, but whatever). I think she’s pretty, sweet, deserving, and completely in love. And I know Billie Joe loves her back. And they have a cute little family.
She’s one of the few rockstar wives I like, just because she’s so real and in love and . . . she’s Addie. She’s the woman Billie Joe writes so many love songs about.
So it really pisses me off when people want them to get divorced because they’re ’so in love’ with Billie and ‘Addie’s a bitch’ and it’s just dumb.
I know I sound like I’m about fourteen making this post, but I don’t care. I just needed to bitch about this.
Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru
Cutest picture EVER!
***If incest offends you or squicks you, read no further.***
I read somewhere that ‘incest is the new slash’. Which, I love slash, but I’d written a few het incest stories between cousins. So, then I read some slashtastic incest and figured that combining the forces is even better.
I just wrote my first My Chemical Romance fic. Waycest, which means Mikey and Gerard together. (Apparently someone told them about Waycest and they laughed, which is probably a good thing.)
So, I think slashtastic incest is the new slash. I mean, if it’s better to sin once, why not twice?
(Stories on Blogroll will now be separated into Green Day stories and My Chemical Romance stories.)>>>
Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe/Gerard Way, aka Dru
