My stage stands strong in my head
my sorrow song sings in the noon
my beautiful mate is soon to swoon
we kiss underneath a full moon
i can't wait till i'm rich
i can't wait for the fame
i can't wait to make something out of nothing
and rub it in their face
i can't wait to show off
i can't wait to have it all
i can't wait to wreak havoc and make the whole world fall
at my knees
and the birds
and the bees
will sing all for me
i'm the queen
of the ring

frozen tears melt for the first time
i wonder what i was in a past life
feeling myself with germy hand
intestines and blood and raw, her hand

i remember plenty of faces
and instead of trying to slaughter all
i need to find love from other places
power is gained by spreading your aces

play the cards right
i will stay strong till the hours light
i will stand strong to make it all right
love is healing, is our right

everything will be alright

There is no tomorrow

The present holds you closely

and with all your sorrow

it stands near to you mostly

avoidance, a parasite

and you are the host

you rely on the morning star

to gift you a bolt

when will we die?

we don't know

we rely on what's comfortable

days going by

one by one

sooner or later

death will come

i feel the decay
i look so pristine
i can't describe the grime
i call my 'feelings'
i'm heavy all the time
a cloud of burden
and with hopeful eyes
i gaze at the window
my body and bones is aching for sun
my cold empty heart
is aching for love
whatever you give me
is just not enough
i'm a modern zombie
in a healthy mold
tears pulse through me
just like blood
i mean nothing
no one reaches out
i breathe, and move,
yet i still doubt
that i am alive
being alive is a feeling
and it's foreign to me now
ever since i got bitten by a dracula
i'm rotting inside, a black hive
and wasps in my dreams
when life is a dangerous virtual reality
i get lost in my dreams

they take so long to become real

when i awaken
with a fresh mind
the machine
revvs itself up
i spend my days in isolation
a wasted life
just ignore
the voices in your head
they'll all stop
when you'll soon be dead
in this world
it's **** or be killed
all the darkness
has to be filled
with daemons

when you're at rock bottom
a crystal cove
climb your way up
or imagine broom stick

let's be weird witches
far away in the forest
give you little kisses
and complain about hens

let's drink from gauntless
and find springs of water
to have steamy showers
over and over again

we're unnatural but natural
21st century divine
this is what our ancestors died for
and now is our time

people feel
and i feel
and they like the fact that i am real
broken barbie bruised skin
beautiful without, beautiful within
if you are abused with awareness,
spread your truth if you aren't careless
our minds are all that's left, old minds are all that's left

this world is a crooked fantasy
bent broken rust with busted teeth,
yellow, crooked, and miss-sized eyes
narcissists and ***** prizes
hurt people hurt people
and i don't care at all
if you don't learn from hurting me
it's another fist straight to your jaw

cause self-defense is different from abuse
and we haven't all healed
so please be gentle with the language that you use
and the soft truth will be revealed

all we really need is love
and to love each other
because that 10 out of 10 perfect Ken,
is so ****** up inside
he'll use you over and over again
coming and increasing his void

and everyone feels pain
but you still have a status
and you don't suffer like us at the bottom
so please humble yourself
give us **** poor beggers some shiny coin
with your face pressed into it

i'm going to create for myself
in my dystopian little world
inside my head, i'm a little girl
toes pointed in a dance
and our romance can last forever
cause when love works
and love is happy
it really is a fairy tale
have you ever seen a fairy's tail
wiggle when she's happy?

scrappy, scrappy
everything is so ******
so i take the metal
and make me a drum
i can cook up some trash beats
and feed my people
and dance to the music
i need my people

this is what poetry gives me
a community
i can be a weird outlet
years of weird words
that somewhat rhyme in my head
and others like it
somehow
im so fantastical
it's all to me
like a song that doesn't rhyme
but makes me feel so good

people feel
and i feel
and they like the fact that i am real
broken barbie bruised skin
beautiful without, beautiful within
if you are abused with awareness,
spread your truth if you aren't careless
our minds are all that's left, old minds are all that's left