MFC Coffee House (poetry, art & stories)

[Mika Freaka =)]

Wow, I love it

 

Thank you

 

I think I wrote this a few days before a Mika gig

 

 

I wish that I could sleep all day

Never see the sun rise nor lay

and not a thought would fly through my mind

No hatred, no love, no confusion to unwind

 

Why count the days one by one

when you can sleep until those day are done

If time were measure in months rather than days,

we wouldn't have to wait in this purgatory haze

 

When the day finally comes and you want to wake

You'll feel as if it's too much to take

And when your energy will no longer keep

You'll find yourself wishing you were still asleep

 

 

lol hahaha i feel like that sometimes! wow really good!!

[Emerald]

I wrote this one when I was in Liverpool, a couple of weeks ago:

 

 

Clock Boy

 

 

There was once a Clock Boy.

Sitting on the top of a tall building

Standing still, showing the time

With his three gold arrows.

 

Boring work, he would say,

Clock Boy, on the tall building.

But he sat there anyway

Showing the time, still, still.

 

He had friends, our round boy;

Four big and beautiful bells

That would sing a song

Every hour of every day.

 

Four big gold bells, ladies

Chattering chattering,

Every minute, chattering,

And every hour singing.

 

One day Clock Boy got so bored;

His three gold arrows froze.

The clock ran tic, tac, tic, tac,

And eventually stopped.

 

The four bells fell silent.

No more chit-chattering.

No more sing-singing.

Clock Boy's arrows had frozen.

 

Clock Boy came off the wall

He was sitting on, and fell,

Crashing on the ground,

Millions of golden fragments.

 

And his friends, the big bells,

Crackled, never to work again.

Their gold got wiped away.

Old, dirty, silent big bells.

 

Clock Boy's tragic story

Taught nothing, to no one.

For another round gold clock

Took Clock Boy's damned spot.

[Lolliepop_girl]

I wrote this one when I was in Liverpool, a couple of weeks ago:

 

 

Clock Boy

 

 

There was once a Clock Boy.

Sitting on the top of a tall building

Standing still, showing the time

With his three gold arrows.

 

Boring work, he would say,

Clock Boy, on the tall building.

But he sat there anyway

Showing the time, still, still.

 

He had friends, our round boy;

Four big and beautiful bells

That would sing a song

Every hour of every day.

 

Four big gold bells, ladies

Chattering chattering,

Every minute, chattering,

And every hour singing.

 

One day Clock Boy got so bored;

His three gold arrows froze.

The clock ran tic, tac, tic, tac,

And eventually stopped.

 

The four bells fell silent.

No more chit-chattering.

No more sing-singing.

Clock Boy's arrows had frozen.

 

Clock Boy came off the wall

He was sitting on, and fell,

Crashing on the ground,

Millions of golden fragments.

 

And his friends, the big bells,

Crackled, never to work again.

Their gold got wiped away.

Old, dirty, silent big bells.

 

Clock Boy's tragic story

Taught nothing, to no one.

For another round gold clock

Took Clock Boy's damned spot.

Very tragic, very beautiful

[purplegrape]

I wrote this one when I was in Liverpool, a couple of weeks ago:

 

 

Clock Boy

 

 

There was once a Clock Boy.

Sitting on the top of a tall building

Standing still, showing the time

With his three gold arrows.

 

Boring work, he would say,

Clock Boy, on the tall building.

But he sat there anyway

Showing the time, still, still.

 

He had friends, our round boy;

Four big and beautiful bells

That would sing a song

Every hour of every day.

 

Four big gold bells, ladies

Chattering chattering,

Every minute, chattering,

And every hour singing.

 

One day Clock Boy got so bored;

His three gold arrows froze.

The clock ran tic, tac, tic, tac,

And eventually stopped.

 

The four bells fell silent.

No more chit-chattering.

No more sing-singing.

Clock Boy's arrows had frozen.

 

Clock Boy came off the wall

He was sitting on, and fell,

Crashing on the ground,

Millions of golden fragments.

 

And his friends, the big bells,

Crackled, never to work again.

Their gold got wiped away.

Old, dirty, silent big bells.

 

Clock Boy's tragic story

Taught nothing, to no one.

For another round gold clock

Took Clock Boy's damned spot.

Oh! I absolutely LOVE it! It's beautiful. Wonderful!!

[Emerald]

Very tragic, very beautiful

 

Oh! I absolutely LOVE it! It's beautiful. Wonderful!!

 

Really? Thanks a lot! Mika and Tim Burton inspired that one. And Liverpool of course

[iadoremika]

I like it too Emilie. Very reminiscent of Toy Boy.

[Emerald]

I like it too Emilie. Very reminiscent of Toy Boy.

 

Is the link with Toy Boy so obvious? Thanks ^^

[xxmika-maddo-joxx]

The world has no colours,

only black and grey,

I'm walking alone,

I have nothing to say

No one understands,

why I love him so.

Why not?

Why not?

I'm just like you, somehow.

 

Please listen, try and understand,

I don't ask for much,

Only your hand,

I'll show you him now,

As I see him through my eyes,

You'll understand,

Please understand,

I can't take it no more.

 

Paper and Pen,

I write to you,

Come home,

Come home,

I need you right now.

The worlds spinning, its making no sense.

Im waiting for you

Waiting for an answer.

 

It's dark but bright,

Cold but warm,

Please listen,

Please try,

Try to understand.

 

[Lolliepop_girl]

Floating in the ocean, all on your own

Kids in the playground all gone home

Try a little harder to keep yourself afloat

try a little harder to call for a boat

I feel your pain in the hollow of my chest

 

Lying in a double bed all by yourself

All the lovers you once had, with someone else

Had a few too many drinks chug-a-lug

All the while only wishing for a hug

I feel your pain, for us there is no rest

 

Are you masochistic for all the schoolyard ways?

Am I saddistic for seeking your pain?

Are you a masochist for loving the rain?

Am I a saddist, not making it go away?

Are we just...

 

Saddomasochistic, codependent fanfare

No reason to fret luv, I do care

Trying to move of your own acord

All the while getting further abroad

I'll chase it away, I'll do it for the both of us

 

Oh people in the back allies looking at the stars

People know you, love you wondering if you're ours

You're allowed to be jaded, allowed to be lonely

But there's a way out if you'd just show me

Saddomasochistic hearts, broken, gashed and torn apart

Gennerous oh loverboy, thrown around like a toy

Every time you reminice, I feel it in myself with a grimace

But we'll do our best

For we are not sadomasochistic my dear

 

My dear...

Edited November 19, 2009 by Lolliepop_girl

[Marilyn Mastin]

Here's a short poem I recently made up.

 

Mika is the new King Midas

The boy with the golden touch

There is no other album in the world

Like The Boy Who Knew Too Much!

[Lolliepop_girl]

Here's a short poem I recently made up.

 

Mika is the new King Midas

The boy with the golden touch

There is no other album in the world

Like The Boy Who Knew Too Much!

BRILL!!

Bravo

[Sophie<3Mika]

Floating in the ocean, all on your own

Kids in the playground all gone home

Try a little harder to keep yourself afloat

try a little harder to call for a boat

I feel your pain in the hollow of my chest

 

Lying in a double bed all by yourself

All the lovers you once had, with someone else

Had a few too many drinks chug-a-lug

All the while only wishing for a hug

I feel your pain, for us there is no rest

 

Are you masochistic for all the schoolyard ways?

Am I saddistic for seeking your pain?

Are you a masochist for loving the rain?

Am I a saddist, not making it go away?

Are we just...

 

Saddomasochistic, codependent fanfare

No reason to fret luv, I do care

Trying to move of your own acord

All the while getting further abroad

I'mm chase it away, I'll do it for the both of us

 

Oh people in the back allies looking at the stars

People know you, love you wondering if you're ours

You're allowed to be jaded, allowed to be lonely

But there's a way out if you'd just show me

Saddomasochistic hearts, broken, gashed and torn apart

Gennerous oh loverboy, thrown around like a toy

Every time you reminice, I feel myself with a grimace

But we'll do our best

For we are not sadomasochistic my dear

 

My dear...

 

That's amaazing..

Man makes mine look rubbishhh now

Weell done

[RainbowGirl]

The world has no colours,

only black and grey,

I'm walking alone,

I have nothing to say

No one understands,

why I love him so.

Why not?

Why not?

I'm just like you, somehow.

 

Please listen, try and understand,

I don't ask for much,

Only your hand,

I'll show you him now,

As I see him through my eyes,

You'll understand,

Please understand,

I can't take it no more.

 

Paper and Pen,

I write to you,

Come home,

Come home,

I need you right now.

The worlds spinning, its making no sense.

Im waiting for you

Waiting for an answer.

 

It's dark but bright,

Cold but warm,

Please listen,

Please try,

Try to understand.

 

 

i love it!!! sooo good!

[RainbowGirl]

Spent so many nights

Wrapped in my sorrow

Under my pillow

Saying goodbye

To my hopeless dreams

 

Wish I could see again

What I could see

When I was 17

With my hopeless dreams

 

Holding my almost lover

Wrapping you in the covers

Smothering you with my happiness

I hoped we could never be apart

Then you deserted me

And broke my heart

 

Now that I’ve been torn apart

Put back together like a jigsaw puzzle

I notice there’s something gone

There’re a piece missing from my soul

 

 

this was inspired by Touches You but the singer needs a restraining order placed on them...

 

Call me back

cos I don't know what I’d do

make contact

cos I feel like I’m missing you

on the other side of the fence

in a different light

 

one hour

two hours

3 days later

you still haven't called

you know you're driving me crazy

I know, I know

I shouldn't be doing this

but I can't resist you

you're like light to a moth

{you're like blood to a vampire}

 

 

what you think? i'm gonna post another one soon...

[Lolliepop_girl]

That's amaazing..

Man makes mine look rubbishhh now

Weell done

Aaaw! surely not!

 

I wrote it originally for Mika. I was having a conversation with Kelzy and I said I felt like I was a bad person because I was thinking about if I would still love Mika as much as I do if he hadn't been through all the hardship of his childhood and heartbreak and I came to the conclusion that no, I would not love him as much.

So I said maybe I'm saddistic and I wrote about it but then I was inspired by a character in my story "Ruby Schnapps and Vaudeville Mishap" called Mica (it was MEANT to be Michael but I couldn't be bothered writing Michael so many times as I would have had to!) who was sadistic for his murderous nature but masochistic because he hurt people because he has a weird psych where he's kind of got a fettish for other people's mental pain and how much pain it puts HIM in so he's saddistic because he hurts people and masochistic for doing it to hurt himself.

 

It's quite scary because after I wrote that, I lost the bit of paper and I forgot about it after a while and figured I'd lost it because it was a crap song. But after a few months, I realised I had feelings for a guy who so enjoys hurting people mentally and he has a weird kind of charisma where he talks about his horrors and they become part of you and they seem to cause me pain and he knows it and he gets some weird high off it but he hurts himself physically as well. When I got really hurt by some things he'd done, I went through my diary/planner and saw that I had put the bit of paper in there and forgotten about it. I read through the song and thought it was actually a good song but also realised that I possibly have a problem with seeking to be hurt mentally... Without seeming creepy or anything

 

Has anyone else had that situation where they feel like they're telling the future with their writing or art?

 

I wrote about falling in love with a man I once knew but who had died and I was only just realising I loved him. I was 10 when I wrote that and it happened with I was 13!

There have been many instances like this that have scared me out of writing songs about death. I wrote lots about my own death and how I thougth I would die after the death of my Grandmother when I was 12 and sometimes I look back at those songs and see a very disturbing picture. I don't fancy THOSE songs coming true

[Lolliepop_girl]

Silly Heart (a chorusless song)

 

It’s dark, in here, in the back of I forget which bar

There’s sparks, in the air, as she shows him, her bra

I am lying, adjacent, as she bids him, come closer

I sigh, disheartened, that my silly heart, chose her

In the back of, I forget which bar, in the dark.

 

It was bad, to bring him with me, should’ve known she’d, never look, my way

It drives me mad, just to see, the continue, of their affection recontrer

It sends me over, just to see her, and not love her

He’s such an ogre, her eyes are tortured, he is willing and she, is hammered

Oh in the back of, I forget which bar… In the dark

 

And she is running, always shunning, the life she’s expected to’ve lived

So cunning, she keeps on running, so there’s no-one to forgive

And she’s broken, everywhere she goes

She’ll take him nowhere, and leave me undone in the shadows

Disheartened, that my silly heart, chose to break for her

In the back, of I forget now, which bar.

In the dark.

[RainbowGirl]

Silly Heart (a chorusless song)

 

It’s dark, in here, in the back of I forget which bar

There’s sparks, in the air, as she shows him, her bra

I am lying, adjacent, as she bids him, come closer

I sigh, disheartened, that my silly heart, chose her

In the back of, I forget which bar, in the dark.

 

It was bad, to bring him with me, should’ve known she’d, never look, my way

It drives me mad, just to see, the continue, of their affection recontrer

It sends me over, just to see her, and not love her

He’s such an ogre, her eyes are tortured, he is willing and she, is hammered

Oh in the back of, I forget which bar… In the dark

 

And she is running, always shunning, the life she’s expected to’ve lived

So cunning, she keeps on running, so there’s no-one to forgive

And she’s broken, everywhere she goes

She’ll take him nowhere, and leave me undone in the shadows

Disheartened, that my silly heart, chose to break for her

In the back, of I forget now, which bar.

In the dark.

 

i love it i really do!

[Lolliepop_girl]

i love it i really do!

Thank you

[Lolliepop_girl]

If I was to suppose she loved me, what then, would be the use of plucking the petals off flowers?

It leaves an awful mess and the constant “She loves me, she loves me not” is doing my head in.

Her honesty and intelligence are more than fatal super powers and I’ll admit it to the world and never her, that my friendship is something of an illusion.

So I’m sitting here and thinking, watching her socializing out of the corner of my eye.

She has a group of friends too intellectual for my dreaming and mottled personality to ever fit in with.

See now, I’d go over and talk to her but I… Well, I’d most definitely put my foot in it (as per usual).

The slightest in-depth sentence is a hardship. “Everything” becomes “Evincing” and “Inanimate” sounds nothing like itself!

She’s so tiny there, light and fragile, I feel like I could crush her when I hugged her.

Debating – Why even bother? Even if I’m right, I fret to think what idiocy would insult both our ears if I bothered arguing. It’s more mortifying than the prospect of hell.

What is hell? Well in my opinion it’s here.

Right here, go ahead, take a look. See that I make myself less understood than a monkey on crack.

I stopped asking questions long ago. Last time there was a big sign saying “Next Tuesday” and I asked what day it was on…

Oh the things that I’ve done to make her think I’m the biggest failure at social activities – If I could take every one of them back, I’d fill a basement of bodies of never written songs.

If I could form a coherent sentence to have an intelligent conversation with her, would I tell her how I felt?

No. Of course not! What do I have on all the boys she goes for?

How much music training have I got? Well that’s a fine hand I’ve been dealt. Even at a party her balloons will float on the ceiling while mine lie behind dome idle couch on some idle floor.

 

Ok so I’m not perfect. How many people have told me to go for it? God, I don’t even care to think.

But I’ll stick to being friends. I don’t think she’ll ever know how I feel. And frankly, I think if something happened to me in one week’s time and she stumbled across this peace of writing, she’d be grateful.

Even though I swear she’s thought about referring my to the local shrink, she must see some reason for sticking around. For which I am eternally thankful.

[elise_xx]

wow, I'd never been in this thread before, but there are really beautiful poems in here and very talented people! amazing!

[RainbowGirl]

I posted this on the Beautiful Freak thread but thought i'd pop it in here too...

 

I met a man today.

A nice man.

A nice man who told me I can be who I want

I don’t have to follow the crowd

I’m not a sheep

Baaaaa…

I’m actually quite unique you see

He told me not to be afraid

Of being turned down

Or making mistakes

Because one day

We’ll get the thumbs up

And we’ll learn from our mistakes

Dress as brightly

Or as darkly as you want

But don’t judge others

Who are different to you

Just because they don’t like the same music

Doesn’t mean they’re not nice people

It just means they won’t go to the same shows as you

But you can still be friends

This nice man also told me

To love who you want to

Just because your love happens to have the same bra size as you

Or none at all

Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t hold hands with them while walking down the street

Love is my religion

The nice man told me

To remember to smile

And maybe hug the one you love

Everyday

Just to remind them

That you love them

Also, brains aren’t everything

The cleverest person in the world

May have no imagination

Which I find sad

While the person who did badly at school

Could change the world

The nice man said I was lucky

To be able to dream of impossible situations

And my future

Hopefully, I may change the world

One day

Or if not

Just make someone happy

Because life’s too short to be cool

Forever isn’t long enough

To show someone you care

There are not enough hours in the day

The nice man said

So don’t waste them

You can always sleep when you’re dead

We’re just tiny pieces in the universe

The nice man looked up at the stars

But the smallest things can make

The biggest impact

Look at the tiny ant

But don’t look too close

It might crawl up your nose

I looked into the nice man’s eyes

The same colour as my own

You can’t have a rainbow

Without a little rain

So dance in it

Make it into something precious

What am I? I asked

You are a Beautiful Freak, he replied

Eyes full of happiness and wisdom

But you’re not the only lonely one

Come with me

The nice man put his arm around my shoulders

And led me to an imaginary paradise

The Home of the Beautiful Freaks

You might meet the nice man one day

Then again, you might not like the same music as I do

[Lolliepop_girl]

I posted this on the Beautiful Freak thread but thought i'd pop it in here too...

 

I met a man today.

A nice man.

A nice man who told me I can be who I want

I don’t have to follow the crowd

I’m not a sheep

Baaaaa…

I’m actually quite unique you see

He told me not to be afraid

Of being turned down

Or making mistakes

Because one day

We’ll get the thumbs up

And we’ll learn from our mistakes

Dress as brightly

Or as darkly as you want

But don’t judge others

Who are different to you

Just because they don’t like the same music

Doesn’t mean they’re not nice people

It just means they won’t go to the same shows as you

But you can still be friends

This nice man also told me

To love who you want to

Just because your love happens to have the same bra size as you

Or none at all

Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t hold hands with them while walking down the street

Love is my religion

The nice man told me

To remember to smile

And maybe hug the one you love

Everyday

Just to remind them

That you love them

Also, brains aren’t everything

The cleverest person in the world

May have no imagination

Which I find sad

While the person who did badly at school

Could change the world

The nice man said I was lucky

To be able to dream of impossible situations

And my future

Hopefully, I may change the world

One day

Or if not

Just make someone happy

Because life’s too short to be cool

Forever isn’t long enough

To show someone you care

There are not enough hours in the day

The nice man said

So don’t waste them

You can always sleep when you’re dead

We’re just tiny pieces in the universe

The nice man looked up at the stars

But the smallest things can make

The biggest impact

Look at the tiny ant

But don’t look too close

It might crawl up your nose

I looked into the nice man’s eyes

The same colour as my own

You can’t have a rainbow

Without a little rain

So dance in it

Make it into something precious

What am I? I asked

You are a Beautiful Freak, he replied

Eyes full of happiness and wisdom

But you’re not the only lonely one

Come with me

The nice man put his arm around my shoulders

And led me to an imaginary paradise

The Home of the Beautiful Freaks

You might meet the nice man one day

Then again, you might not like the same music as I do

Ah! that's incredible!

[RainbowGirl]

Ah! that's incredible!

 

Thank you

[giggels]

sadness

 

sadness is the gratest pain

my tears are cold

my heart is low

i am dead

 

i am so lonly yet i am sourounded by the masses

i long for love yet fear touch

frightend by dreams

terrified by realoty