Merry-go-round

Round and round and round we go
the music traps,the mirrors show
the faces beyond that grace bestowed
the truth behind the mask you moan
everything you ought to be
everything your purpose bleeds
round and round and round you’ll see
everything that’s meant to be
everything that’s out of reach
the music traps, the mirrors show
the nightmare kept-you’ve no control
Merry-go-round and round and round
it never stops
you can’t come down.

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The music playing

I’ve got the music on
I’m singing old old songs
I’m smoking cigarettes
drinking black coffee and crying
I’ve got that old time feeling
the blues they say
I’ve got that melancholy
and a sad refrain
I’ve got the music playing
singing old world songs
I wish I could’ve seen it
oh how the old world calls
I’ve got the music playing
though the records broke
I’ve got the blues I’m singing
sad songs and an old time smoke
I’m drinking black coffee
I pour another cup and sigh
I’m just a sad little state
got the old world on my mind.

Like an angel

She sings like an angel
at least that’s what they say
she looks like a child
giving happiness away
the fear within her eyes
like mirrors to a soul
a vision of a girl
never to grow old
she sings like an angel
high upon a cloud
she sings about the pain
as though it is profound
a heart that breaks like glass
with eyes that shed diamond tears
the world that she inhabitants
draws visions from her ears
and everything she sings
decays her soul some more
she lost all of her feathers
when her wings fell to the floor.

In the name of youth

Let’s redeem R Kelly
how that feels to read
let’s forget his crimes now
oh now that we believe
why do we trust these victims
only when they’re adults
why must we beat the children
devour the youth at any cost
let’s redeem R Kelly
cancel someone else instead
he can still make music
he can still give bread
let’s redeem R Kelly
oh why must we love fiends
but only when they abuse children
yes them we protect with ease
we unbury the dead, dig graves
and piss on them
we’d rather repeat ourselves
with lies and ridiculous doubt
let’s forget the truth
what we know and what we knew
let’s eat the children destroy the youth
all for some immortality pursuit
never grow old just sacrifice the new

I am champagne

Pink ribbons, pretty bows,
handcuffs like no one knows
I talk about the things we’d do
if you knew that I wanted too-
pretend we don’t
like the world don’t know-
I didn’t gloat
riding that free slit float-
I got the pink ribbons,
I got the pretty silk bows,
I may be a grown woman
but that shit I’ll never show
act fast and die hard
live it up and regret large
pink ribbons and daffodils
I got the flowers to pay the bills
I got that girlhood
grown woman make you feel good
I am that free champagne
doe eyed-you’d go insane.
I act like pretty in pink
too far off from being sixteen,
I talk and walk so hard
got that free flag up as art,
pink ribbons and pretty bows
I rock that cheap shit
like the world don’t know
handcuffs in fur my body bent back
I keep pretending
like my innocence isn’t on tap
while the whole world’s drinking
pretty ribbons keep me flat
girlhood is flaunted artificial at that
pretty pink ribbons, soft and wet
I make decisions I’m bound to regret

A boy like brother

Let’s get defensive
let’s get mean
let’s talk about reality
you wanna excuse
excuse behaviors
is it cause your brother
or just the new dick savior?
Nicki feeling thirsty
got that cheap on the brain
wants to get defensive
he was just fifteen
forget about the manslaughter
just float on being queen
drag yourself through dirt again
just to prove you real
garbage is a hell of drug
when you pretend to deal
so let’s get defensive
she runs her own life
so we can judge Nicki
for choosing a dud
a register sex offender
because her family is love.

Creating magic

Every line is magic
when you know the trick
click the rhythm over
make the brain drip, drip
give over to the main beat
it all sounds like the same thing
make the feet keep tapping
we flow so sick
we rapping
when you got that magic
you write the words like tragic
Shakespeare would be stabbing
starving from the grave.

Halsey self identifies

Halsey is
white
skin is on
sight
we took
down Rachel
but let Halsey
prevail
she says
she’s not white
but how can
that be right
when her skin’s
so light
isn’t she
self identified?

Freedom is Neon

Soul flickers
when that song comes on,
voice of an angel
hard weathered but won,
fire in the words
sung with true passion,
a message in a bottle-
speak truth with real action.
My soul flickers brightly
as neon lights sing
my world overflowing
with a new something
a power within me
I know I’ve always had
but a breaking of fear
that’s driven me mad
crazed by the fire
burning too bright
but when Neon sings
the fire it slows,
burning off visions
of what I must sow,
a work still in progress,
a life that burns glow-
a dream that runs deeper
than fear can ever go.

The many methods of living in recovery

Everybody is
a mental health expert
everybody does
psychologist grade work
everybody can
tell you how to cure it
just listen to Demi Lovato
she’s got the answers
let’s learn them!
Relapse is bad
not a reality of recovery
relapse is irresponsible,
yeah,
we all should’ve seen this coming
a huge step back in the rhetoric.
It’s not about the relapse but
what you do after it,
everybody falls
but can you pick up the pieces?
If Demi Lovato thinks
relapse is not okay
maybe she should rethink
Red Bull as a choice-mmkay?
Because energy drinks are bad
for individuals living with bipolar
they are akin to Meth when
symptoms begin to take over.
Everybody thinks
they are a role model
but relapse is a real thing
living in fear is hard to swallow
if it happens to you
you will still wake up tomorrow
recovery is what you do
even after you fall
strength is in the choice
to begin all over again
relapse is okay
as long as it’s not your end.