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Thomas EG Apr 2016
White walls blind us
Before we get the chance
To vandalise them

The sun's reflection
Is stronger than us both
And thus, we surrender
the reason i have hooligan voices



you see, when all the families were teasing me, cause they were rich *****

and the kids who were teasing me were stuck up rich kids

i felt the only mates i had were the heavy metal hooligans, mind you

i was getting mixed messages, on this, by the families, but i felt

that was the reason, they wanted me to be a family person, so

they can call me stupid or dummy, or give me fucken wee

ya see., all this drove me to hooligan behaviour cause these mates were nice to me

they let me into their homes with open arms

you see, we sang all sorts of songs, to scare away the stupid teasing family people

who, are cool kids to their dads and mums, while, me i was out playing with the real hooligans

ya know, partying, and i teased gerald, in the town centre tavern because he was a uni nerd

and i was remembering hooligans allowing me to be one of them

you see even dad teased me, when he came down and did his ya know speech

and the young dudes behind me, knew what dad meant

so i pretended to be peter buchanan, to show the young dudes at the back

what dad’s ya know argument, really sounded like

you have to do this, ya know, you have to do that ya know

every which way ya know, F    U     C    K    O    F   F   OLD TIMER

you see the hooligans mucked with me in cool kid groups

because i threw beer bottles on the roof of the school

you see, it is me the reason why they put fences around schools, so we can’t vandalise the school with out beer bottles

you see, hooligans made me feel great, when nobody else would

the families were too scared of their precious egos, to be my mate or friend

so i made myself a hooligan, because they were nice, i am not shy with the hooligans

but, i was the only one being nice to them

the families were being stuck up

i am listening to bon jovi singing blaze of glory and i sang

shot down in a pair of ******, shot down in party town

when we go out in just a pair of ******

we never drew once, but we drew first blood, my ****** are the devil’s son

you call me hooligan, but that was the hooligans were nice to me

they treated like one of their clan, while the families treated me like total ****

they teased me, and i said, at least i have the music loving hooligans to muck with

their friendship was great medicine, for my disabled head, shake it up hooligan your good medicine

please buddha cure my schitzophrenic head

i said i was a hooligan to scare dad a bit, but i didn’t mean to hurt him, now he is in his grave

with me being too scared to tell him

i was a hooligan, i was a terror, i wish those families would stop teasing me

you see steven bradley was the real hooligan, and his spirit grabbed brian allan who was greame thorne

to say, you are a kidnap victim, young hooligan, you are getting T    E     A     S    E    D buddy

olds time rock and roll, this kind of music makes the families want me yeah

so i play deep purple, iron maiden and kiss and bon jovi and jimmy barnes

and muck with the hooligans buddy ole boy ole chum ole pal

dude, i was a hooligan, getting teased by the families, i hate those families who teased me

i hate being teased full-stop, i hate getting fought full stop

i want to muck with everyone who is willing to PARTY

AND PARTY I SHALL, i was a hooligan, but i am on medication to calm him

no medication alive, will make me be nasty to POOR PEOPLE, dudes, no way hoizei
RebeccaSian May 2014
I leave markers to make my maps
So uncertain is the flesh
the pathways back to you.

Distances lack perspective –
A disappearing horizon.
I glance over my shoulder,
Feel my way forward.

My mouth denotes *** holes,
Man-holes
Rivers and ravines,
Snow-capped city streets.
Bite of metal on metal.

The cartography of your spine.

I trace fault-lines,
Body shaking with tremors
Graffiti with finger-tips
Vandalise with bite marks
Learn the hard way.

Name cities,
Mountains,
Wait out storms in silence.

Follow the marks of those who have come
Before me,
And know  for those who will come after

X marks the spot.
MaddHatterQueen Feb 2018
3:22a.m.,
on my second pack of iggy's,
smoked by the minutes counting
you're not here by my side
to hold me and watch stars
fall out of place like
the places where our mind dwells
and my breath in what was fresh
for the kiss of your lips
and put a hold on to the smoke
in my head of you
our first night apart
things are something of some
painfuly hard to mend

3:25a.m.,
no, I AM pacing
my neck weary and weak
too much for this head of mine
to hold up all that clutters
streaming down my chest
like liquid fire from explosion
tensions play poker with my heart
and you're still not here
to help me live up to my feet
you go one way and I
I stay behind taking in the stabs

3:30am,
amzing how I'm whipping throught this
pieces I chicken write-...vandalise

my pen and I drop another line, yet on these fresh sheets
.. no, tonight we had no choice
since the choice was already made
no, It's not a break up
just one of those nights I let you
spend away from me and
I am just being so dam n selfish
just wanting you eaveryday
how do you see me now
taking a bat destroying what is
in my way thinking I care
.... ****!
like I do
go ahead act like it don't **** me
it's just anxioty,
attacks come around friendly
without handshakes that insults me
and my feet crash on glass
and yet, I feel nothing

... but you

3:35am,
mornings **** like manson
like the devil himself
it consums me in this home
where I make animals
look like nothing wild
and the neighbors can hear me
crazy they would claim me
and you're not here to hear me

3:37am.,
another smoke to pop in my mouth
and this house is smelling like
a drug house I had created tonight
when you come back home today
whatever time that may be
I'll be screaming and crying
like a crazy *** *****
in an un-womanly like tantrum
Like as if I hadn't hurt losing
another friend the other day
and on top of that you leave me
in times like these
this is the first you've done
so wrong to me
yet to me in my mind I may be
losing it completely
expressions say so much
on your face where I feel like
slapping you hard like I
want you to really hurt!

3:41a.m.,
even poetry stares me down this
early morning my, good one
a wife I will be, intentionaly insecure
I want this to go away
far away where I can cast myself
away with the extreme pain
that I'm causing myself
cause you ain't here
and that's all that's playing in my head
that's all that matters to me now
that you ain't in this fducking house
where I THINK you MAY belong

3:44am,
another smoke and many more to come
and this home is begining to close in on me
and this is just another
a.m. challenge for my depprssion
anti-deppressants don't do one ****
and I swim in my head where thoughts
**** me while you're gone.

gone feels like forever
up here is like the twilight zone
and you are the episode
where conflics travle fast.

God! I ******* love you!
this cage is now my dungeon
and now it's 3:39a.m

I'm pretending this is okay
...

(ghasping myself to sleep)
©MaddHatterQueen
Not Worth The Silly Pain:
Mona Jan 2015
Your eyes,
blue as the sky,
soft as the clouds.
A palette of shades
layered like spiralled
concentric circles.
They overlap
like waves
softy crashing
within the glittery sea.

They draw me into
the warm, comforting water.
They're fun,
and busy
like summers
and colours
and timeless days
where the present
does not acknowledge
the past or the future.

Your eyes,
fun as the sea,
blue as the clear water,
make me feel comfortable,
safe and secure.
As I soak in their freedom,
I feel the rush
of the sea
spreading through
my body,
my heart,
my soul,
my feelings for you.
Your eyes are as
beautiful as the sea.

But your eyes,
deep as the ocean,
dark and dangerous
as its depth,
they pick me apart
and vandalise me.
They scare me,
hurt me,
confuse me,
and disgust me.
I hate being picked apart
by the whirlpools of your eyes.
Stop them from
spinning my emotions
round, and round
and round.
They throw me into
a wave of evil,
plunging me to
my shipwreck of a heart
and watching me
sink, all the way
to my deepest of fears.

Blink.
The ocean washes over me
and I float into a beautifully
blue sea.
The change of setting
confuses me, because
your eyes continue
to control me still.

I stare into
your eyes,
diving into
the countless shades
of blue, as I realise:

The ocean is much more powerful
than the sea.
Sean Hopps May 2017
Chase these drunken foreigners
Back to their ****** land.
Make sure they don't come back
Lest we cut off their filthy hands.

They walk right through our borders
And set fire to our barns
They **** our farmers' daughters
And they vandalise our farms

They bring their bows and arrows
And roll in their trebuchets
Then they fire off their weapons
And destroy our country's face.

Now go swift and see it done,
Send our armies to the field!
We'll make sure they don't come back again,
We'll show them what we feel.
Europa’s Struggle  (new version)
Like life wars go on and on, it is in our genes under layers of prattle there is a murderer
who wants to **** the different what we do not understand and loathe .
This influx of a foreign culture has demanded too much of our self- preservation as a race.
Destroy them now!
We tolerate crime in our society but what we read is crime committed by people
we have given succour we baulk somehow they should not be criminals.
They hate our way of life we call Christianity that now is a liberal culture that blathers
about forgiveness. They came to us because we could not let them starve it was our duty
but we do we feel our duty as a burden.
If we follow the call of our ethnicity should we not stop them coming into our life
making us think about if our values are  ossified that we should give up without
a fight and let Europe be a sect for whom death is glorious.
I don't know; I'm old I will not live in the new Europa will it bring peace, no,  
our genes, screams for war by people who are backwards  in time and only know
old hatred for whom progress is not a teaching approved by their book and music
is a call from an elegant tower Not to forget their cousins who worship Mammon
and will go to any length to satisfy their blood lust, immoral,  greedy and try to enslave
us with their slimy ******* and a main- press printed by bought editors and
sycophantic journalists. When those in the name of another faith vandalise Louvre or
places of beauty will we find our strength and push them back as we did before.
We cast these negative thought away we are mensch we help the less fortunate and
Above all fight fascism and defeatism in equal measure.
Europa’s Struggle  
Like life wars go on and on, it is in our genes under layers
of prattle there is a murderer who wants to **** the different what we do not understand and loathe .
This influx of a foreign culture has demanded too much of our self- preservation as a race. Destroy them now!
We tolerate crime in our society but what we read is of crime committed by people we have given succour we baulk somehow
they should not be criminals.
They hate our way of life we call Christianity that now is a liberal culture that blathers about forgiveness.
They came to us because we could not let them starve it was our duty but we do we feel our duty as a burden.
If we follow the call of our ethnicity should we not stop them coming into our life making us think about if our values are  ossified that we should give up without
a fight and let Europe be a sect for whom death is glorious
I don't know; I'm old I will not live in the new Europa will it bring peace, no,  our genes, screams for war by people who are backwards  in time and only know old hatred for whom progress is not a teaching approved by their book and music
is a call from an elegant tower
Not to forget their cousins who worship Mammon and will go to any length to satisfy their blood lust, immoral,  greed and try to enslave us with their slimy ******* and a main- press printed by bought editors and sycophantic journalists.
When those in the name of another faith vandalise Louvre or places of beauty will we find our strength and push them back as we did before.
Seema Oct 2017
My anger is not like a bed of snakes
I do my best as what it takes
To calm myself and not to poison your mind
For you took me wrong, I am not of those kind
Who break glasses, plates and vandalise the place
Tho you have offended me by my race
I forgive you, as you apologized on my face
It's alright, I have learnt alot the hard way
I am not ashamed the way I am today
You rushed into a pretty face to get away
From your dark sins to repel and sway
I have noticed everything on and about you
Knowing the end of this relationship was near
Passing over a few hundred days almost a year
Am holding back on my tears, consumed with fear
You are not worth my time nor my tear
No longer you call me to sit by your side
Instead you ignore me and tend to hide
I am more understanding then you ever knew
Everything for you was infatuation that grew
Nonetheless, its a matter of choice
In this crowded world today,
                 ...you even failed to recognize my voice!


©sim
Spilling imagination.
Fiction.
Yohooo. ..reached #400 ;-)
Arlene Corwin Sep 2018
I woke this morning with this word somewhere in my brain. Looked it up and my brain did the rest.

"she saw youths tampering with her neighbour's car: interfere, monkey around, meddle, tinker, fiddle (about/around), fool about/around, play about/around, toy, trifle, dabble; do mischief to, doctor, alter, change, adjust, damage, do damage toLeading nowhere useful in particular.
harm, deface, vandalise, ruin; informal mess about/around; British informal muck about/around."

Tampering With✍️
Yenson Oct 2021
Hood gangsters and loony thugs
stalking for pittance
chasing bravados of the lame brains
pedestrian warriors
of alleys dissecting solidarity of morsels
franchising anodyne flairs
dopes of all seasons and red beasts beasting
mental stalking per psyche
my mind a freeway for rogues and imbeciles
to marsh trundle and vandalise
dimwits see tarmac chevrons and sign posts
I know side trails
made by years of natures sweep and nurtured tends
yet hidden in plain sight
he who knows the guiles of the hunter also knows the ruses
of that in crosshair
the spiritless ghosts and their entourage of goons and miscreants
are nullified on hallow grounds
my spirit is always victorious as the spawns of Cain loose themselves
in mirages and quicksand
shambling tripping messing missing falling and failing over and over
the tragedy of criminals fools and simpletons
Alex Aug 2024
Walking in a world of black and white,
You created the colours that follow me through life.
The memories of sunrises we once shared,
Now remain in the yellow marker you use to vandalise the world around us.
The green grass we once laid on to stargaze,
Is now a constant remind of what deemed you ‘ missing ‘.
The colour of your freckles,
Became the only colour of clothing besides black that touches my skin.
Our favourite colour,
Now stained with every memory of you.

— The End —