"killjoys" poems
Dear You,
It was March 22, 2013. It was a cold, wet day and I decided that rather that risk frostbite I would go online, maybe go on twitter, check some stuff, little did I know this was the day you would tell me it was all over, that after 12 years. 12 YEARS. That is 144 months, 4383 days, and a **** ton of hours and minutes. That there would be 1 paragraph, 6 ******* sentences telling me it was all over, you were leaving me to fend for my self in this dark cruel world.
You said that you were just a concept, an idea, I was strong enough to carry on without you,... Well I call ********
Cause you were there for me when no one else was, you got me, you understood how much society freaking ***** and you kept me strong.
Maybe I do scare the living **** out of you, maybe you just stopped caring...
You tell me to “look alive, sunshine” But how can I look alive when you leaving left me so dead inside?
Yet, I still hold on to the hope that some day you will come back to join us in the black parade, and lead this army of killjoys.
Until then, however, I am not okay (I promise)
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
He paints his lips with **** hot pink,
Mum, please, it's not what you think!
Now go and wash your face in the sink!
Tears now pour with every blink.
His nails shine bright red,
but he's a man born and bred.
What on Earth would his father have said?
He'd scrub it off til his fingers bled.
His skin is tanned gentle light orange,
there is no way he can ever change,
the ones who think he can are somewhat deranged.
There is no other life up for exchange.
He dyes his hair sunshine yellow,
to make a change, someone might say 'hello.'
But 'go away you freak' is just what they bellow,
spitting words at him that are colder than snow.
His tight t-shirt is luscious grass green,
he's over those ****** for being so mean.
This clever, funny and gorgeous queen,
is the most confident he has ever been!
His bright eyes are turquoise,
and he only has them for other boys.
Who gives a **** about all the killjoys?
It won't be him who feels destroyed.
His jacket looks dapper in navy blue.
You've got insults for him? Then join the queue!
He's found his man and their love is true.
Their social acceptance is way overdue.
On their wedding day the theme was violet,
they danced and kissed and fed each other chocolate.
They overcame hatred from mindless idiots,
and from this they found a love that is endlessly passionate.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
Here we walk the desert alone,
Under the sun scorched and black
Ashes rain down upon the heads of children,
Lying awake in battery city.
Waiting for Destroya to come and save us,
from Better Living Industries,
Who manufacture our organs in the clean white coated skyscrapers.
The killjoys hiding in the desert,
In the nest as we protect the girl,
With our masks as ***** as our souls,
And ray guns that blast the Draculoids
And **** the perfect minding.
Turn the music up so loud,
Disturb the silent city.
Don't watch the channels provided by poise
Does it make you feel the pills you ate?
Think of all the ones they stole
the imperfected ones.
You cant because they stole the thoughts from you.
Vaseline drenched lips that drool with frozen smiles,
With boiling blood in your throat.
Dr. D's on the radio again tonight
Tune in and listen close
Because we got no room for heroes.
And got no room for ghosts.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
Now come one, come all to this tragic affair
That is My Chemical Romance
Who taught me to raise my voice every time they try and shut me up
They’re the ones that’s there for me through thick and thin
The ones that are killjoys out in the zones
That went to The Black Parade and said “we’ll carry on”
The ones that I named myself after
The ones that gave me courage to say “I am not afraid to keep on living” “I am not to walk this world alone”
The ones who I feel like understand me when they say “I’m Not Okay”
The ones who told me to “Give ‘Em Hell” and “Hang ‘Em High”
The ones who inspired the Sheriff Of Emo Town Tess Stevens to write the album Patient 139
The ones who if I was a killjoy would think “The Only Hope For Me Is You”
The ones whose lead singer proved that he loves and supports all of the fans regardless
The ones who told me to “Look Alive Sunshine ”
The ones who inspire me to write this poem about them
The ones who said “so long and goodnight”
So that is what My Chemical Romance is to me
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 8:56 AM UTC
Okay emos....
Today is that time of the year....
Killjoys, Make some noise.
Never be afraid to keep on living.
Never be afraid to walk this world alone.
We'll carry on.
So long and goodnight.
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 7:51 PM UTC
The boy bellows his sound...screams loud
“come one come all the affair is now”
The words the nurse said ring hollow so dead
“Cancerous sores”
“Carry on carry on”
For he swears he’ll sleep no more
Night terrors are real and if he survives the fabulous killjoys will suffer greatly...to no ones surprise
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
To the end with him...dead
Dead he is...have you heard the news
So dead...dead
This is how I disappear he says
The sharpest lives and the sharpest wit
He welcomes you in, to a parade he claims will save us from our sins
I don’t know you from Adam
I don’t love you like a house of wolves
In the distance I hear him
He bellows his joy
He tells the injured to carry on carry on
I hate his voice
His blackened eyes his cancerous sores
Mama says sleep teenage boy
Disenchanted from his famous last words
To carry on carry on
Blood on all the walls
**** all your friends
Heaven help us
My way home is through you
You fabulous killjoys
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 7:40 PM UTC
There's more to it and more to come,
save your daylight
but
burn the sun,
I've run out of matches,
and
Lowry
painting matchstick men is unaware
of my desire
to torch and set the world on fire,
then
when this is then and now was when back then
I'll paint my life as matchstick men.
They've offered me therapy
because they want
a quiet me
but I'm not going to have it
I'm just going to rant a bit more,
I told you there was more.
Easter eggs.
Why we overindulge on these chocolate treats
beats me
and what do eggs have to do with Easter?
the juggling jester smuggles in laughter
as background to his show
and that's what it is,
a show
Easter bunnies and upset tummies and
a long queue for the conveniences.
Killjoys are not always little whining boys
men can be them too
I can whine as well as anyone
except
the whinging 'Pom'
he's in a class of his own.
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 1:01 AM UTC