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Stuck in nowhere
I wish I was a gyspy
Goin somewhere
Somewhere like a hippie

leave it all behind
leave all the pain
leave it all behind
hop on that train
leave it all behind
all those possessions
leave it all behind
No more regression

It's the same ole rerun
same ole gun in the face
it's the same situation
Same ole run in place

Stuck in nowhere
I wish I was a gyspy
Goin somewhere
Somewhere like a hippie

leave it all behind
Start a new day
Leave it all behind
Be on your way
Leave it all behind
Go and find some friends
Leave it all behind
You can trust in the end

Stuck in nowhere
I wish I was a gyspy
Goin somewhere
Somewhere like a hippie
Chloe Zafonte  Apr 2016
Gyspy
Chloe Zafonte Apr 2016
I've always wondered off alone, I've never thought of my house I live in as a home. As I grow I wonder about the possibilities of the earth, I've longed to explore since year one of my birth. When the sun shines, I look to it and stare. Wherever else he shines above I want to  be there. I wonder off enjoying the silence of the spring day, creating ideas that may go a long way. They address me as a loner who will socialize never but in all honesty being alone is what makes me so clever.
Lost for words Dec 2009
At a Parisean restaurant
In a quarter undisclosed
Unaware of everything
The diners sat exposed

As Clara and the Prince sat down
And prepared to eat their meal
Backstage the musician equipped himself
The theft who had yet to steal

As menus and music case opened
The scene was set for all
And as Rigo Jancsi took the stage
The crowd fell quiet, enthralled

The gyspy was a showman
His weapon a violin
A tune danced out across the room
As the strings began to sing

Playing notes of tales untold
His melody charmed her soul
The music pulled her heart to his
Over her husband's buttered roll

Captivated, entranced and mesmerised
Seduced by another life
And when the gypsy left that night
He took the Prince's wife

They ran away and married
A scandalous affair
Society was most surprised
But our story does not end there...

Hungarian tales tell of the man
Whose music stole a heart
Remembered in a chocolate cake
And puppets, songs and art

One hundred long years later
The guitar boy from the band
Strummed his notes and stole the girl
Heartstrings were played by hand

Two stories a century apart
What makes these stories the same?
Because the boy's band of musicians
Used the Hungarian gypsy's name
Hannah  Mar 2017
Gyspy Moon
Hannah Mar 2017
I will love you,
beneath the gypsy moon,
but when the sun rises
I'll be gone.
Leaving you to wonder
why on Earth I chose you.
~ I'll be gone ~
Raquie  Mar 2014
Miles
Raquie Mar 2014
A queer man found more beauty in me than anyone I’ve ever slept with
I’m not into jesus or anything but theres some energy inside of your face
He said
I could sense your beauty if I was blind, It’s something you can feel
He said
I would never wish the cement of these streets on anybody
He said
They give you that “I wanna stick my **** in you” look out here
And I thought, they do
He was 1960’s wicca gyspy queer
He was grab your hand in this weather and warm it up magick
He was more confident in me than I was
That’s love
He reaked of Whiskey and said **** the parade
Only if it was a male ofcourse
Oh, how he boasted as a gay
I smiled the most that St.Patricks Day
This is dedicated to some drunk homosexual man I met downtown yesterday
Chloe  Aug 2017
All nighters
Chloe Aug 2017
i can see what these lads are doing
they're after a *******
i look a state
but
atleast i'm in this with my best mate
"excuse me"
i overhear
from the girl with the can of beer
"can i pinch some gear"

my peers are fazing
their eyes are gazing
i've lost my bank card
but
atleast i didn't get bared
"don't smack me in the ear"
i overhear
from the guy fighting with his peer
"let's not start fighting here"

gyspy flicking lighters
we were the all  nighters
chanting on the nightclub flighters
Leigh Marie  Dec 2016
Limbo
Leigh Marie Dec 2016
My dad loves me most when he's drinking
he cares about me transiently
so maybe thats why I
look for gyspy love
maybe I like the surprise of
not knowing if you'll love me tomorrow
or maybe it's just what
I deserve
Hannah  Feb 2017
Witch
Hannah Feb 2017
She is an angel
with the devil inside her.
She has fire within her soul,
and if you
are lucky enough,
to see her dance
beneath the moonlight,
beware,
this is her home.
At this hour of midnight,
beneath the full moon,
she is at her strongest.
As if all the witches
that burned before her,
now stand behind her,
guiding her,
by leaving secrets,
hidden in the constellations,
and written in
the ancient
language of the stars.
She being,
the last of her kind
that can decipher
their meaning.
Watch her
as she dance's
in the moonlight,
and see her ancestors
dance beside her.
She'll spin,
and leave you tranced,
because she knows,
you cannot fight her beauty,
or the magic,
hidden inside her gyspy eyes.
Mateuš Conrad Feb 2019
.oh, i can live in a small city, just give me the meat to taste on the tips of my fingers! and, yeah, i'll continue to confirm my base: ******* for the me who based myself in a Faustian lesson... you do the supermarket cashier favors'... i rather die with the ambitions of a beggar on the street... last one i heard? he said: my mother told me to only speak truth... yeah... i have the ambitions of a Diogenes.

x-men apocalypse...
is, so much better
than the marvel
                  universe...
finale...
     karina stow...
bye...
      triggers...
            i feel like:
i do want to shoot
a gun into a target...
even prostitutes
aren't as this,
overtly nervous...
      eddie izzard
mingles with the early
singles of the corss...
you walk into
a jobcentre?
chances are...
you won't find
an application for a job
in a slaughter-house...
killing...
pig...
   by the package-worth
of demands...
don't worry...
you're just stupid!
i want to work
in a slaughter-house...
but...
i guess i'm
too dumb...
  too dumb to fish,
too dumb to...
do anything beside...
waiting
for the death of the
supermarket cashier role
of: standing still...
waiting for a role...
playing the gyspy
isn't in the jobcentre either...
   you give me
one more take on
the role-play...
i want a job...
akin to
being a street-cleaner...
or working
the slaughter-house...
but those sort of works
are not made advert for
the unemployed...
  so?
          marvel: infinity
war *****...
x-men: apocalypse?
              black panther...
*****...
  spawn? rules!
                   the end.
ever walk into
a jobcenter...
   being unemployed...
and...
there are no vacancies
for
positions in
a slaughterhouse?
      lucky you,
lucky me.  
sometimes...
a man...
just wants to ****...
what he's about to eat...
y'know?
Jennifer DeLong Apr 2018
Seeing in the magic crystal
images stirring like cream in coffee
Not quite clear .. slowly working
as my mind goes blank my heart opens
talk to me show me what's ahead
You know I like to be well prepared
my eyes are ready to look
mother gyspy may I ?
She ready's and says open my dear
her voice crackles and falls silent
Breathing is all I now hear
Still not quite clear
not today not today my dear
if **** hits the fan
I am not prepared
With that she says your made of
witches ashes and odins strength
dare ye that try for they
will be the ashes for *******'s
ye build for thy next life
As she winks and pushes me
out thy door
not today not today

© Jennifer L DeLong 3/2018
Just a fun write lol
Shaquille Reid  Jan 2018
Weakness
Shaquille Reid Jan 2018
Letting others venture eternally,
Loving only what is seen externally.
How can you find what's genuine ?
Easy.
Start looking from within.
Because
As an adolescent ,time is the only sin.
We brink creation,
Until expiration.
Jaded vision will only get you so far.
But the use of external bliss only pleases for the moment.
Going around breaking hearts only creates opponents.
Though life's circle will bring the drama back around;
And when she does she'll slap all expressions of clowns.
Leaving pale white faces,
Breathless and traumatized.
Like her gyspy eyes.
Hypnotized, I am because it's my weakness.
Followed by the **** thighs, the uniqueness.
Her meekness...
How should I treat this?
This lust!
Should I trust?
Or ****** and bust?
I must, break the cycle.

— The End —