Poems for the Melodramatic Youth

Dearest reader,

Among my many embarrasing endeavors is pretending I can write poetry – very bad and ridiculous poetry but poems none the less. This is a habbit I have always possed and since I have a pathological need to perform I am going to share some of my worst poems here with you. Think of it as a Christmas gift! Furthermore, a word of warning is in order before proceeding into the part of my brain that shouldn't see the light of day: I have a tendency to be melodramatic and, as a result, I complain a lot. Therefore, these poems aren't happy and joyful. They might be hopeful at times but mostly are just a reflection of subjective mood swings expressing lingering naivety or premature cynicism. Anyhow, feel free to mock, laugh or cry, or feel nothing at all. But mostly, I hope you have a bit of fun.

Life in Rouge

If God is a woman

she must be a masochist

Just a thought on my period

My life in rouge:

why does it have to blood, always

abused by my own body

If God is a woman

I refuse to be any man's muse

I was created by a woman

My life in rouge:

why does it have to a sacrifice, always

my body as the cradle of mankind

but there is no kindness

If God is a woman

how dare you talk to me like that

like I'm not in the room

My life in rouge:

why do you think you have the permission, always

to give or take my life

I never wanter to be a mother

---

On Monday

I woke up with a voice of a man

Saying all kinds of shit

Thinking I was a fundamental hit

Though, it hurt a bit

when my mom worried that I wasn't fit for any

serious society

I lack basic propriety

Her words, not mine

Wednesday came and

I went around shouting at girls in streets

Muttering words of flatter

Trying to create some chatter

But it didn't matter

'Cause it makes me feel powerful

I have no shame or

self-control

A constant victory roll

My world, not yours

By Friday

I walked in the middle of the road

Taking my natural space

Being a pride of human race

But it's maddening

when my dad said that:

I am not ready for any

real connection

I need a correction

His opinion, not mine

The whole week went like this

But on my Sunday morning piss

I finally realised a lack of dick

So, I did a beauty girl hair flick

And snapped out of a nightmare

'Cause I also couldn't bare

the burden of toxic masculinity

not in a dream or this reality

Don't let it suck out your vitality

---

Hei, synttäri onnittelut

tää on meidän vakio puheenaihe

ja, jos kukaan muu ei koskaan sano

niin minä nyt haluan ihan pakolla

että oon tosi ylpee susta ja siitä

miten oot pärjännyt ja kaiken itse

järkkäillyt

Enkä koskaan epäillyt

Sä et lähtöäsi häpeillyt

Elämäsi vision täytit

kun metafyysisen kohtalosi käytit, näytit

miten olla rohkea ja ritarillinen

ruusun punainen ja onnellinen

Hei, mutta oikeasti

Se ei ole pikku juttu koskaan

ja, oon pohjimmiltani sun fani

niin toivon että tiedät miten sua

muutkin ystävät kunnioittaa varmasti

Miten oot rakentanut ja kaiken itse

raivannut

Etkä koskaan raivonnut

pahan tekijöitä vainonnut

elämän eleganssin löysit

kun metafyysisen kohtalosi köytit, näytit

miten ollaan ruhtinas ja runollinen

purppuran punainen ja onnellinen

Prinsessa ruusunen

Kesäksi jos voisin minä

muuttuisin keijuksi, entä sinä

Lentäisin nukkumaan suureen puuhun,

josta katsoisin suoraan hopeaan kuuhun

Silmästä silmään universumin kanssa

Valssaisin taivaalla pääskysten kanssa

Tapaisin taikurit ja noidat metsien

Maita kiertäisin aarretta etsien, keksien

itseni uudelleen kun kuulin mä

kuningasta suudelleen

---

Sinisellä taivaalla sinisiä sanoja

ja siksi niitä ei voi lukea

Sinisessä maailmassa sinisessä asussa

ja siksi et voi nähdä minua

Sinisessä kehossa sinistä verta

ja siksi en voi haavoittaa sinua

Sinisiä kyyneleitä sinisissä silmissä

ja siksi emme katso sinua

Sinisen metsän sinisessä varjossa

sinisen viitan silkki poimuissa

Istuu Neitsyt Maria

---

I'm wearing black today

because my personality is so blinding

I'm sitting in silence

looking for guidence

cooling off the violence in my head

I'm wearing black tomorrow

because I might be wasting time

I'm looking at the mirrors

counting extra kilos

cyring in the pillow on my bed

I'm wearing black next week

because my world is standing still

I'm sensing the agitation

loosing my imagination

waiting for invitation to my life

I'm wearing black this month

because everything is going wrong

I'm reading about wars

looking at those bores

ruling nations day to day

I'm wearing black all year

because it's a sign of respect

I'm picturing cruel faiths

calling help from Saints

planning big dates with presidents

and I would say that:

Something needs to be done and I'm

tired of feeling numb and these

people are suffering here and there

and everywhere and as long as it's

happening over there we are hereabouts commiting crimes of a serial bystander

---

A is for Antoinette and she's wearing it around her neck

to hide the scars of guillotine

Queen's no longer pristine like at sweet sixteen

her birthday

it didn't fall on May when November rain blew away

her blue silk ribbons

Now Versailles' kittens

must learn to wear plainer mittens

---

The tragedy and drama of being born a girl to a man's world

What is she worth under her skirt?

A rebel since birth she has come to disturb the orderly earth

by being bit of a flirt

Shameless

Sometimes less

She must be at ther best and if she's wearing less and less they will think its burlesque

Can you guess what she did next

Because the wicked won't rest

when somebody's son said:

you should be a nun

she thought it was fun because the son was so dumb

Give a girls some rum!

And let her rumble

The comedy and constancy of being born a girl to a masculin world

is to make her own faith, then recieve a whole lot of hate

Tell her where is the gate

so she can exit this weight

That's on her breatplate

Fearless

Often less

She is out in the wilderness and if she will confess of having made a mess they order an arrest

You know what will happen next

Because she sent you a text

Where she expressed:

girl's becoming a pirate, changing her name to Violet

Now she's causing a riot

Where she is parading from a chariot

Hand a girl your whip

and let her rampage

But the fortune and wisdom of being born a girl into this world

lies in peace, in the hum of bees

how wind speaks from the trees

and does as she please

Now she sees

Boundless

Never less

She's not making amends and if she will sit on that bench with friends there shall be happier ends

What is coming hereafter

has to be a dawn of laughter

The vindication read: equality is a seed

Like a determined weed that we all need

it's a necessary deed

So people can be freed

Give a girl some meat

And let her bloom

Marie Antoinette

She's a royal fuck up

A real tough nut

Society is unhappy

'Cause she won't change a nappy

Are you very happy

since our goverment is so crappy

And we're all out of cash and coins

so she's waiting for the ministry boys

to get it together

we need to focus on weather and make it better

She's a trend setter

But NO

Oh no

What ever could she do

La reine doesn't rule

She's forced to wear the shoes

of Marie Antoinette

Hence she's getting wet

in Count Von Fersen's bed

Every night

Untill day light

Hits her blue eye and lover bids goodbye

Hear her people say:

It's time to end this game

this miserable reign

Madame has fame

You will take the blame

Nothing will be the same

tomorrow

Yet she can't find a job

And you ask why not

seems

there are no revolutions starting

we just spent time barking at each other:

cruel mother fucker

Bloody Mary's sucker

BUGGER

That's what they mutter

Hand her some butter

for that illegal feast of having been

made a beast of pleasure

but your ubiquitous preassure

has never been her meassure of earthly bliss

it wasn't her last kiss

there in the abyss

---

I put on my risque dress

to hide a patch of my half shaved body

Almost au naturel

No nosejob

Because someboby's sister said it's rock and roll

And I can finally be in peace with this ancient silhuoette

an heirloom and

an ancestor

Giving gravitas to dark circles each side

A naked lip

and a spritz of number five

that's my signature look

I'm ready for the night

---

Home alone

it's early July

greasy hair

no makeup

a half eaten lipstick

and a beated poncho from the Canary Islands

High on pasta

my room's a mess

Chaotic

Chaos

What I'm wearing to the festival?

Pink Pony Club again

and again

---

People have rational fears:

spiders, snakes and wasps

Mine is having to make conversation with an angel because that could mean that God had opted me out for some hidious task like Virgin Mary

---

Tummat pylväät kuusten nuo

neulaskattoa mä katselen

himmeäkin on päivä tuo

kun metsän reunaa astelen

vaihtuva aika paljastaa suo

ikivihreääkö tienoota kastelen

kyynelnauhat kun silmäin luo

täällä itsekseni mä haastelen:

jos kädessäin olisi muinaista pihkaa

ja sen sisässä karhun käppyrä kynsi

taikaa saisin, lumota taisin

nauhat kosteisten kyynelten

kuusten oksille pakkasen tullessa

ne kristallit laulavat

vain pohjoisen routa tuulessa

The Rebirth of Venus

Divine

Divine, all of the time

Divine

Divine like wine

Divine, a star far away in the night blue sky

underneath your waves

they can't see my ripples and cries

I cry, I cry, I cry

I crawled in to a seashell to shealter from your storms

and turned into pearl, a treasure beneath seafoam

and among the grass

Locked away

Out of sight

Laying next to starfishes, hearing mermaids singing in the dark

a sailor's dog bark:

there is a woman on the ocean floor

asleep and wet and ancient!

but ships always glide pass

they don't hear dogs or mermaids or women

Another hundred years at sea and she has become an ocean

too big for her shell

too shiny for dim, dark waters

too loud for her neighborghood of mute, small fishes

Still divine and again unwated

She leave her mother of pearl and bubbles take the girl

to the surface

Like homeless not going home

crying salty tears

facing all my fears tonight

it's exhausting to be divine

all of the time

This rebirth is a one kind of torture

I would take one full life over a thousand half lived

I would give everything I had to give

my divinity, my name

I shall not have any fame

This would be my last renaissance as Venus!

But I'm divine

Divine to the end of time

Divine like a glass of holy wine

Divine, mortality will never be mine and those stars on

the night blue sky make sure the sailors will find me

this time

Their Goddess comes wearing pearls and plush, pink roses

hair curly like sand, heart pumping salt water

The kings will wish I was their daughter

Have I been born again just to see my own slaughter?

---

Some girls want to be skinny

I, a revolutionary:

Extraordinarily oppose to obeying

Actively unyielding

Shielding armour over our soft tissues

My mind is a material that you can't bent

My soul, an iceberg your heat won't melt

Fully functioning and fed

I'm not bying your alms

or sleeping in your bed

I make the bed, respect the death, never begging for your forgiveness like a wounded animal

Crazy, peculiar, disturbing

Abundant and empty, I am the moor

be propper and dainty when you answer the door

to talk more than necessary

to use words from a forbitten vocabulary

on my way to Wuthering Hights

and you might think she's loosing her mind

but sometimes I am lost and beat and mellow

tomorrow already blinding and yellow

My body is made for pearls and war wounds

My life, dictated by thirteen full moons

a morally grey genious

I'm the witch who's wicked

and the bride wearing black

My hair is too long, I won't put on a thong, never playing along to your polite society

concerned, alarmed, flabbergasted?

Tainted and rotten, I ate the first apple

because you were too scared to live

not curious a one bit

too content with the world around you

what foolishness!

We could have been fools together

---

Miten pelastaa maailma ja uskoa tulevaan?

Te elitte jo elämänne, nytkö jätätte meidät tänne Tuonelaan

"olkaa hyvä, luopukaa haaveistanne

universaali onni unohtakaa, oppikaa virheistämme

sen minkä otimme auliisti takaisin antakaa"

Ja onhan meillä visio, muttei valtaa

jos mä voisin, niin kaiken saasteen haluisin kantaa

1,5 celsiusastetta, mikromuovi ja sakka järvien pohjissa

saastepilven alta katsomme helmikuun aurinkoa

Siis miten pelastetaan maailma? ja jos tulevaan ei uskota

leikattaisiinko pois kaikki kohdut ja kivekset

oltaisiin viimeiset ihmiset

jotka tuntee talven ja demokration;

mitä on todellinen kylmyys,

valkoinen joulu, kevät-talven jää,

neulasia ladulla ja tuoksuva pakkas sää;

taivas todistaisi viimeistä ensirakkautta

linnut tarinamme tulevaan kantaa

se kertoisi ihmis-suvusta

joiden luut huuhtoutuvat rantaan

ja me, minä ja sinä, ei enää kukaan muu

Saisimme elää elämän loppuun asti ilman että se pelottaa

---

A little, strange November:

What beautifyl torment!

What great bleakness!

What colosal agony!

'Tis hollowed heart bejewlled and attaking

'Tis voice that is not yet cracking

to be God fearing but not afraid of God

to have wit that won't solve everything

standing in the wrong kind of rain and not understand anything

Humming hymns, lungs never quite full

Non troppo lento

Onko maailmasi hyvinkin hento

---

Mutta mitä järkeä on olla kapinallinen jos ei koskaan pääse kapinoimaan?

Entäs jos kaikki naiset eivät haluakkaan vallankumousta?

Mitä he voivat sitten haluta?

Istua nurkassa tyhmänä kuin pelargoniat?

Käydä keskusteluja, jotka eivät kerro mistään

---

I shaved my legs hoping it would manifest itself

into making plans this Saturday

So I'm already thinking of ways to

persuade my responsible bestie into joining me

on a terrace for the main night of our 25th Summer

It's an anniversary

and we are staying memorable

Until next year!

Yours Truly,

Siiri