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"freakshows" poems
Our bed is the prayer rug where I found God. Yeah, THE God – Not circumnavigating morality Or bones of old saints Lonely illusions of the sad and middle-aged All Fat Tuesday freakshows in comparison Our bed is the altar of sacred rites – Marked with the devil’s big black Sharpie And the intricately crocheted lace of sin Nightly baptized in warm, honey-coated nothing Pink patterns of iron and salt on linen Painted idols on the shrine – Absolution pours through drafty windows Older than our bodies Glass frosted by years without suds Only rain A holy city of yours and mine – With gentle pyro ways Stone and mortar become flame The balustrades collapse You light candlewicks with your fingertips
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May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
lisa-barbero
Temple
Our bed is the prayer rug where I found God. Yeah, THE God – Not circumnavigating morality Or bones of old saints Lonely illusions of the sad and middle-aged All Fat Tuesday freakshows in comparison Our bed is the altar of sacred rites – Marked with the devil’s big black Sharpie And the intricately crocheted lace of sin Nightly baptized in warm, honey-coated nothing Pink patterns of iron and salt on linen Painted idols on the shrine – Absolution pours through drafty windows Older than our bodies Glass frosted by years without suds Only rain A holy city of yours and mine – With gentle pyro ways Stone and mortar become flame The balustrades collapse You light candlewicks with your fingertips
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Act one, scene one Decide your stance Get a glimpse now See us freaks Ohhhhhhhhh! You act like depression is a game Two cards and a loss Gamble the odds of life and death We’re all a bit crazy Hiding in the mirror, Hiding in the mirror You act like depression is a game But you never took it seriously You never took me seriously. You doubt me, you think I’m a freak (But you’re not wrong) So play my game You’ll never be the same. But now the noose is round my neck And I’m ready to go to hell. You act like depression is a game But just wait ‘till the world forgets my name. Wanna see a magic trick? I’ll leave the world Give me 20 seconds and I’ll leave the world. You’re gonna cleanse the world from us freakshows, But what you don’t understand I’ve got the universe in my hands Moving yo’ ******* like chess pieces The freaks make it happen We make it happen. Oh, you were sick from the start Categorizing all that you see But as long as you keep judging, You won’t know the first thing ‘bout me Some people hide behind labels People like me show the world. And all your rebuttals The things that don’t make sense And we know We know We know. The warfare that claims us all! Middle fingers up, let’s go! Join me, all you freak shows Druggies and all ***** and all Daddy issues and all! Calling all freakshows. Yeah we just want to die We just wanna die No one wants to ******* die! You condemn me for what I say You just want me to shut the **** up Bite my tongue off, mouth full of blood I bite my tongue, you bite my lip A mouthful of saliva, you can’t even handle me ***** don’t speak to me You’re obsessed with *** And no one checks Where’s your morality? I take a breath, a single breath As I feel your bones rise off my chest What a relief it is that you’re just like me. This is your song, little angel Only because you’re a freakshow, too. So as depression calls my name, I’ll make sure you remember my name. So bow down! ***** bow down! You thought this depression was a joke So make me happy Make me happy Just another ***** Just another pitch And just wait Sensor, sensor Sensor the children Sensor your mouth Don’t be obscene Issues, issues Lord knows I’ve got em. My heads spinning like a go round’ I’ve been round I’ve been here Call me crazy ‘cause I dare speak Hush my mouth, little mama, I don’t wanna speak Call me a freak Make me a freak All I want to be is a freak Freak Freak ******* freakshow So join me Join me Bring me your depression Bring me your noose Bring me your lust Bring me your knives Bring me your problems And I’ll show you a mother ******* freakshow!
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May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
bleeding-diamonds
Freak$how (song)
Act one, scene one Decide your stance Get a glimpse now See us freaks Ohhhhhhhhh! You act like depression is a game Two cards and a loss Gamble the odds of life and death We’re all a bit crazy Hiding in the mirror, Hiding in the mirror You act like depression is a game But you never took it seriously You never took me seriously. You doubt me, you think I’m a freak (But you’re not wrong) So play my game You’ll never be the same. But now the noose is round my neck And I’m ready to go to hell. You act like depression is a game But just wait ‘till the world forgets my name. Wanna see a magic trick? I’ll leave the world Give me 20 seconds and I’ll leave the world. You’re gonna cleanse the world from us freakshows, But what you don’t understand I’ve got the universe in my hands Moving yo’ ******* like chess pieces The freaks make it happen We make it happen. Oh, you were sick from the start Categorizing all that you see But as long as you keep judging, You won’t know the first thing ‘bout me Some people hide behind labels People like me show the world. And all your rebuttals The things that don’t make sense And we know We know We know. The warfare that claims us all! Middle fingers up, let’s go! Join me, all you freak shows Druggies and all ***** and all Daddy issues and all! Calling all freakshows. Yeah we just want to die We just wanna die No one wants to ******* die! You condemn me for what I say You just want me to shut the **** up Bite my tongue off, mouth full of blood I bite my tongue, you bite my lip A mouthful of saliva, you can’t even handle me ***** don’t speak to me You’re obsessed with *** And no one checks Where’s your morality? I take a breath, a single breath As I feel your bones rise off my chest What a relief it is that you’re just like me. This is your song, little angel Only because you’re a freakshow, too. So as depression calls my name, I’ll make sure you remember my name. So bow down! ***** bow down! You thought this depression was a joke So make me happy Make me happy Just another ***** Just another pitch And just wait Sensor, sensor Sensor the children Sensor your mouth Don’t be obscene Issues, issues Lord knows I’ve got em. My heads spinning like a go round’ I’ve been round I’ve been here Call me crazy ‘cause I dare speak Hush my mouth, little mama, I don’t wanna speak Call me a freak Make me a freak All I want to be is a freak Freak Freak ******* freakshow So join me Join me Bring me your depression Bring me your noose Bring me your lust Bring me your knives Bring me your problems And I’ll show you a mother ******* freakshow!
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