N.H.P. What are the most common topic you write about?
G.L. Tons of different things really. Mostly my husband, dad, step-mom, or myself. Things that are true to me.
N.H.P. Have you, or would you ever write a 'love' poem/song?
G.L. I have actually, it's just that they always seem to be tragic, or end up that way. Like love Lost or something.
N.H.P. So most of your poems/songs are sad in nature.
G.L. Yeah. (I hate it when they feel they have to restate what you just said...)
N.H.P. Have you been writing for long?
G.L. Since I can remember.
N.H.P. What were your early poems/songs like?
G.L. Shit really, I used to be really focused on saying something, but not comeing right out and saying it. Now I just don't bother. I write what I feel, and that's all.
N.H.P. So you're poems/songs have matured?
G.L. Well yeah, over the years my writing, much like myself has matured. I've gone throu the 'fuck-you' stage, and all the hatred and pain that goes along with it.
N.H.P. The 'fuck-you' stage? What do you mean by that?
G.L. well, it's like when I got hurt, or something bad happened in my life or to me, it was never my fault, it was always someone elses fault. And now I'm sort of in the 'sorry' stage. You know where I'm taking on the responsiblity for my own actions.
N.H.P. so is this going to be a trend in your writing style?
G.L. for now, until I have to go back and do it over again, because I have some other issue I have to work out.
N.H.P. Could you give an example of one that was in the 'fuck-you' stage?
G.L. Jaded. Or Falling. (Falling you can find in the "Poems" page of this site.!)
N.H.P. And who were you pointing at in that one?
G.L. Jaded is about my step-mom, and Falling is about my dad. I used to hate my step-mom. But not any more.
N.H.P. So are you two "friends" now?
G.L. Well, no, not in the same sense as me and Becca, or anything. It's not like I call her on the weekends and tell her about the wonderful sex I'm having or anything. But there's a mutual respect maybe between us. At least on my side. She really did shape me into who I am. And for that I thank her.
N.H.P. What is an example of something that you've writen in the 'sorry' stage?
G.L. Blue. (Listed below)
N.H.P. There have been two poems/songs of yours that have been published by Noble House Publishers just recently they were; Melanie Anne Daigle and Did. What were they about?
G.L. I don't normaly say, but I will just this once. M.A.D. is about a guy I'm mad crazy about, who wants to be a girl. He has Gender Dysphoria, and it's hard to love some one like that some times. When you want them to be the guy for you, and all they want is to be your sister. And then Did is about falling out of love with someone, but not wanting to hurt them in telling them that, so you stay w/them and hurt/get hurt worse. (Both listed below)
N.H.P. Would you sugest writing to anyone else?
G.L. Well yeah, it's theriputic. And if you can do something that will relase all your anger/depression/happiness without hurting yourself or others, go for it. No matter what it is, or if you thinks it's all for shit, or don't ever show anyone. Look at Emily Dickenson, she thought everything she did was shit, and so it wasn't published until after she was 6 feet under.
N.H.P. Will you continue to write?
G.L. As long as I have air in my lungs.
By; Gypsy Lennon
I sacrifice myself, for you. I hold all this anger inside. I think of everything I could do. But I know it's too hard to hide. For years I've blamed my father. Never once did I bother, to look at it throu his eyes. I just took everything as lies. I've come to terms, With everything I've done. And all I've learned. the waisted love I shuned. For years I blamed my mother. Never once did I bother to look at it throu her eyes. Instead I just lied. And I've tried to out run, my life, myself. And everything I've done. But I can never lose myself. Now I sacrifice myself, for you. I hold all this anger insides. I think of everything I should do. But I know it's too hard to hide.
By: Gypsy Lennon
If you really want to know anything about me, just read what I write. It's all there in black and white. All the love and all the despair. Everything I don't dare, to speak out loud, all the quite sounds. I hide behind my eyes, I keep my truth and lies. Never can I hide, from the deamons inside. I push everything way down deep. Just so I can get some sleep. Did drugs to escape, but you can never out run fate. I speak in riddles so you don't understand, that I hold the key in my hand. Emotions flow forth, my soul is the source. I once had something beautiful, but now it's just miserable. So I cry to myself at night, not telling anyone the reasons to the plight.
By; Gypsy Lennon
And I hate it when you smile at me. I wish you would not be. I want you to go away. And there I want you to stay. You can't have my hate. I control my own fate. And you can't have my spite. It's all I have in this fight. You want breasts, I want you less. I'm losing you, and I don't know what to do. You fuck me, but that's not what you see. You want to be me, it's my love and sanity for a fee. Do I bring you closer? To where you want to go. Do I bring you closer? To what you want to be. Do I bring you closer? To the cunt inside. Do I bring you closer? To being so low. You look it up on the Internet, and believe it's all set. Do you repress, the want to wear my dress. It's a mad roller costar we've been on this far. I don't know how much more I can take. Before it all becomes fake. I just want to hit and hit and scream, I just want to close my eyes and wake from this dream. I want to kick and kick and push, till your face is smushed. I just want to run and run and hide, I need someone to confide. All this doesn't express, the hate and anger I compress.
By; Gypsy Lennon.
She hides the best in the darkness. Behind her eyes, where there are no goodbyes. They all say; "what a pretty girl he is!" But my dear this isn't show-biz. And they say he's changed his name, all he can see is the fame. He's grown his hair long, and memorized all his favorite songs. Why can't it be the same, as it was before he became a dame? But now he's got his hips, and those pouty red lips. And they all say; "What a pretty girl he is!" But CHRIST! This isn't show-biz. But now he's gone, no longer singing the song. And what a pretty girl he's made, eventually the pain will fade. But I still wish that things were the same. You know, before everything changed.
By; Gypsy Lennon
I never meant to hurt you. You have to believe that it's true. Loves a funny game. No matter what you want, it just ends the same. We lost sight of reality. And your dreams became me. Isn't it funny how some things end. Fate can make you lose a friend. Sometimes smiles fade away, even if the faces stay. I won't live the lie any more. So I'm walking out the door. I didn't mean to hurt you. I hate seeing you this blue. These kissed are lies. Every time we make love something inside me dies. 2000 cigaretts won't make the pain fade. My wish is that the fellings would have stayed. It's been too long over due. And that's my apology to you. I look in your eye, all that's left is despise.
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