Bubbles make the world go round

Bubbles pop
and then they ooze
drop that acid that turns blue
everything is crystal clear
drive into the diamonds
the red pool near
bubbles pop
and then there’s fire
purple flames that burn the tires
as we drive down blackest road
the bubbles pop
the world explodes

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Collectively ill

We’ve chosen sides
we love divides
a generation’s worth
of self loathing and hurt
everybody’s just another victim
the game here is that no one
wants to fix them
everybody loves their bitter memories
we cling to a polarized history
and drown ourselves in sorrows
a cynical tomorrow-a future bathed in blood
and tragedy
everybody loves all the mayhem and fun
caused by unnecessary horror
we pretend it’s much worse than before
that even the good should abhor
but we’ve chosen sides
we love to divide
so the lies we believe just bring comfort
don’t want to wake up-just continue to sleep
the world is on fire but our beds are warm
we love choosing sides
and playing victims
because playing at life is entertaining
realizing you’re dying is just aging
and nobody likes wrinkles anyways

Runner

It’s not that I don’t matter
it’s rather ever after
the simple things we do
not enough of you
everything is twisted
still they manage to miss it
cancer in remission
still you abuse the system
crush those drugs for honey
the world never saw you coming
you just kept on running
look at where you are now.

Dare to believe

When the truth walks in
no one believes it
like nobody needs it
like its just a lie
though it’s actions display
that the world is in clear view
as it clearly states
the truth is on its face
but still you look away
won’t believe that it is real
the facts counter how you feel
so the truth is not what it seems
only few truly know what it means
but that’s not the case,
no, it’s no mystery
sometimes the truth
is in the majority
it walks into the room
in full view
shouldn’t be shocking-it announced
it’s next move.

Rose flavored heroine

We don’t kill the monsters
we merely kill ourselves
make the cowards choices
make our beds in hell.
No, we don’t stake the vampires,
we do not shoot the wolves,
we take all of the money
and feed the youth to ghouls.
We don’t kill the demons
we pray to them instead
pretend our power comes
from silence bought by them-
those that have abused us
those that which have fed
on all the other victims
we’ve given them instead
no, we do not kill the beasts
we bend to them and then
pretend that we are heroes
for living off the dead.

The reason is not nothing

Let me say it
let me speak the words
today’s not a good day
I know it’s absurd
that I’m a mess
the moment I wake up
but let me say the reason
the reason for this fuss
let me say it’s nothing-
nothing material
I’m just having a bad day
a bad day because-
you don’t want to hear it
but it’s more then a feel
some days are just bad days
especially
when you’re mentally ill

Puzzle pieces

And then it falls to pieces
like a puzzle in my head
the world a mirror around me
now shatters cutting red
I see only something-it’s name
I cannot place
for everything is broken, absurd
and out of date.
I can’t make the shadows
keep in their proper state
no reality can’t stay
everything again is clay
the mirror shatters then it breaks
snaps back into sight and space
puzzle pieces all in place
nothing shatters it’s just the same.

Derealization

Everything is pastel,
everything is paint-
my world is made of candy
the structures are of cake.
No one really sees
the rotting underneath-
sugar coated madness
molasses covered teeth.
Everything is always
never, and at once
time is like a fondant
too much, but not enough.
Forever is an instant
and tomorrow buttercream-
an ever tempting moment
in my bitter
sweet insanity.

Defining gas lighting

One, two, three,
change the science into cheats
change the dialect we speak
to benefit your needs
to liken ‘me’ to ‘we’
to cover up the seams
of dirty gas lighting.

One, two, three
make a liar outta me-
change a car into a tree,
a moth into a scream!
Tell me a woman is a man
say that I should understand
female is the science
woman is the brand.

One, two, three
keep on gas lighting
keep the fight going
until the truth is green
and the words don’t keep
our minds on things;
like guilt and sleep-
did I move that thing?
did I change the sheets?
what’s my name? What’s the week?

One, two, three, four
mind is mush forever more
the goal of gas lighting has scored
another consumer on the floor
brought to madness
brought to knees
the gas lighters only lead-
not for control
but
insanity
then they drive the victim
to ward b.

Becoming Queen

Bleeding rust and iron

the vomit of this flesh;

an exposure of insantiy

the lows and highs of

carnival distress,

lights that blind and

cotton candy that ties

those chains that keep her breathing.

Bleeding rust and mirrors

a reflection of what use to be;

a history of violence

lies, and pretty things.

Painting of the eyes a

war brewing underneath.

Take that razor, bloody knife

across that skin a kiss of

white.

Snow on fire, midnight ice

my life on trail

under this artificial light.

Queen of iron

rust for a keeper

a history of violence dead princess beneath her

love can’t undo, not a simple thing,

pretty little lies

bleeding insanity.

This flesh it vomits psychosis galore

delusions unforgettable knocking

on the mirror door.

Bleeding rust and iron

Queen of dead things

a trail by fire and ice

that created royalty

of madness, of torture, of hidden sharp things.

The princess decomposed displayed at her feet

a single tear to remind that madness is their keeper

one dead, one dying, one living off the fever.

Queen of iron, Queen of dead things, the princess

becomes you, your flesh underneath.

(November 19 2015)