Biography of Mordrid Harpoon
Well I'm 15 years old, I live in Belfast and um... I actually have nothing to say... I'm really into music (ie rock) but all I can play is the trumpet... When was the last time a *successful* rock band had a trumpeteer? Grr. Hmmn.. favourite poetry book type thingy has to be probably the only one I've read:
'The Melancholy Death Of Oyster Boy And Other Stories'
By TIM BURTON cause I love him and pretty much ALL his movies. (Sleepy Hollow, Edward scissorhands, Corpse Bride, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Beetlejuice etcetc) and that's what I draw my inspiration from. That and my usual teenageness aka my dear mother who is so paranoid that she wouldn't let me go to the movies and get the bus back (with my friends) after like 5 o'clock until this year...
Is it just me or do I have a really tragic life, I mean, in a funny way, cause things don't just happen to me, it has to be something thats funny even if its really horrible or annoying or something... Like the most eventful thing that happened to me in primary school was when I tumbled down loads of concrete steps and like fully whacked my head off them ALL and just sorta got up and ran away. Surprising how i'm completely abnormal now eh? Screw being dropped on your head as a baby whacked my OWN head when I was in primary school.
The prodigal daughter (aka my sister who I useta think was like evil -cause my mum made her out to be- cause she had arguments with my mum and didn't believe in god, who i have effectviely turned into) BOUGHT ME A PINK DVD PLAYER.
I'm not spoilt btw, I'm on a fiver a week...
Well... I'll end this on the:
I'm fabulouser than you and you know it. (Excellent use of the english language eh?)
Mordrid Harpoon Poems
You're my something in the way, You're the darkness in my heart, You're the voices in my head, You're my anti-muse.
If Only You Knew
If only you knew, The truth. If only you knew,
The Younger You Are, The More Of An Idio...
Since the dawn of time, There have been idiots in the world, From hedgehogs who, instead of running away, into a ball they are curled. To the lemmings who throw themselves off cliffs,
I scream, you grin. You grin, I grimace. I grimace, you laugh. You laugh, I smile.
I sit in the bunker, And hope for the best, The sirens have stopped, And we count the rest.
I see a pop-up, Now I see two, Oh my good god, What shall I do?
Pizza is delicious, Yet it’s full of calories, It’s a wolf that’s in sheep’s clothing, And it’s smothered in cheese.
My Thursday Night Mother.
You say to me you love me But then you go do this I never thought you’d be so cruel So nasty.
Cautionary Tale For Parents.
There was a four year old girl Who loved to play And she always went out Nearly every day.
You always say you love me, But I know it’s not true, ‘Cause if you really did, You’d at least give me a clue.
A storm’s a brewin’ Yet stirs not a tree, The storms in my head, Where no one can see.
If Only Magic Was Real.
If only magic was real. But only for nice wee people. If evil people had magic, All chaos would break loose.
Plane strikes, Crash, bang. People,
Mirror, Mirror On The Wall, Who Is The W...
Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who is the worst off of them all? I am constantly forced to think I know that it cannot be me,
If Only Magic Was Real.
If only magic was real.
But only for nice wee people.
If evil people had magic,
All chaos would break loose.
The punks would finally get their way,
And there would be all out anarchy.
Evil people could kill nice wee people,
With a flick of the wrist and a ceremonial word,