The medieval concept of living in a castle
The power of authority of a monarchy
Pretty and pink with glamour and jewels right?
Just like those silly books you used to read right?
Sad reality, I’m kept isolated
Wearing isolation on my sleeve as if it was a grand prize achievement
No sights around me other than these stupid fancy painted walls
and people watching over me
almost as if I was a prisoner that committed horrible crimes
The idea is so stupid to me
Soon I’m hoping to escape
To see breathtaking scenes
Going to the moon for all I care
Or even making my way down the busy streets
Just getting away
I don’t want to be protected from the world anymore
I want to be free and make stupid choices
I want to see how it’s like to be loved and heartbroken
The meaning of “royalty” isn’t as great as everyone thinks
Not like those silly books you used to read
I'm a queen without royalty
Speaking of behalf of loyalty
We're turning on each other
Instead of standing with one another
To defeat all the evil that's brewing
Stand with your mother
Stand with your brother
Stay with each other
and stick together
I'm speaking on behalf of loyalty
Loyalty to ourselves
Loyalty to someone else
I'm a queen without royalty
Trying to get your attention
I stand tall, stem a-bright. My crown is like no other, a crimson red that reminds you of the only good you are. I may seem strong, thorns going to attack if you come too close.
I have to admit, I am indeed beautiful, that’s why everyone smiles when they look at me. Yet you do not know how to treat such a lovely queen so well. You pluck us from our homes, the ground; and give us to your lover because you believe their beauty could compare to one of a rose. Some paint us black, as black as their souls making us believe we weren’t good enough, we didn’t quite make it. And now you’re cutting me. You say, “we cut and kill flowers because we think they’re beautiful. We cut and kill ourselves because we think we are not.”
Now I feel worthless, now I feel ugly; now… I can’t stand at all and my petals that once represented my crown are wilting, they are dull. A humans mind is truly a twist.
I will not be afraid,
in dark alleys
or empty parking lots.
I will not be afraid,
when the predatory glances
I'm not a girl,
I'm a woman,
and I don't smile,
Everything about me,
from the shine of my hair,
to the dirt on the bottom of my heels
is regal from the moment it touches me.
Because I'm a queen,
and I was born to reign.
The alleys are my red carpet,
theatre seats are my throne.
Nothing that I set eyes on is allowed to alarm me.
Inside of me,
I carry a miracle,
an ability beyond the comprehension
of the opposite sex,
and outside of me,
I am disguised as a mere mortal.
I'm capable of going to battle
with the wildness and ferocity of a pride of lions,
and returning home to grace my loved ones with a softness that is so tender
that it could kill with it's heart-aching gentleness.
I'm capable of whatever I wish,
or taking it.
I'm capable of building civilizations
and destroying them.
I am a queen.
Whether I am a queen in a smart suit and stilettos,
or a queen in sneakers and sweats,
I'm a queen.
So fear me,
and be warned-
I refuse to bow to the evil that has been committed against my kind before.
I refuse to bow to the terror.
I refuse to bow at all.
I'm a queen.
I'm a damn queen.
Demand an explanation for barns in the second person
Let me show you where the hay is.
The big red barn
the color of my heart
when i look at you,
I am just a country boy,
a Frenso FarmBoy- I am but a humble peasant
to yuor Highness.
But I love you, regardles of everything.
When I was younger I dreamt of
a cornfield to call my own.
Now, I only dreem
of your eyes.
There are certain parts of misery
That never made sense to me.
I never caught on to the self harm thing,
I figured I already felt bad enough.
I never drank it away,
Because a hangover was just a reminder
That putting a coat on
Doesn't stop the snow.
DABDA doesn't make sense either.
How can you be angry
About something you haven't accepted yet?
I do now understand masochism.
I certainly don't practice it,
But I get it.
The thing with masochism
Is that you really have to love it.
You really have to let go.
My nerves are just nerves.
My skin is just skin.
My eyes just make drawings out of shit.
Sucking purple from the fourth wall
Letting the people eat a different truth.
My brain on a steady loop
Of Whose Line Is It Anyway reruns
Just waiting to invent the next thing
We all take for scripture.
Let's review some history
on sins long thought buried.
Caesar ruled absolute, upon his golden throne
They tell tales of him now,
His rise and fall,
How they hated him, and how they would bow
But what throne did Caesar sit,
that gave him all his power?
No book nor tome no page nor sage
could describe it from his hour.
The truth is...
His throne was propped by the people
who claimed to have loved him.
The base a set of knives,
Each knife a claim to their devotion
to someone they never loved.
A knife by one who thought he was a genius,
Another by those who came for him for advice,
One by those who thought the world of him,
And another because they thought he was nice.
Some by those who were simply his fans,
And others who just tolerated,
Some who stood in silence as
Others came to talk to him.
One who came to him for ideas,
and another whose heart he buried in
with another he gambled nights away with
as one more he looked out for.
One by one the knives seep in as the throne collapses,
And still somehow, he could yet stand.
But despite the pain, the treachery and woe,
t'was Brutus's blow that hurt the most, in ways he could not know.
No divinity, no loyalty, no love.
it's odd that i find my way back to you in a dream
in a violet mist,
a storm of chemicals
sometimes it's repetitive
all i see are teeth,
dripping wet from black saliva and blood of
anyone that roams these leaves
but i know you can't touch me
because hurting me
hurts your assets
you'll hurt your chances at anything living
because deep down, somehow, i knew you were never alive
just an empty body in the middle of a clearing
preserved while something else like you reigns