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
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
Anyone who ever uses the word ‘faggot’ in an inappropriate manner while commenting on this blog again will die a painful death and have BAD SEX for the rest of their life.
Thank you for your time.
Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru
P.S. If you didn’t know there was an appropriate and inappropriate way to use the word ‘faggot’, then you shouldn’t be using the word.
