When I read the recent newsletter I couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "song lyrics(?)" well, not really. These are actually poems but if you picture a beat behind them, my friends've said that they've pictured some of my work as dance or pop music so . . . *shrugs*. I'd probably have to learn how to read music before that'd be possible xD. Singers can get away without reading it, but songwriters? Doubt it. Also, while one of mine was in what appears to be Spanish, that is actually my made-up language. It does appear quite close but I'll be willing to provide a Spanish translation if anyone wants it (the poem'd be kind of mreh in Spanish, but oh well . . .). This will probably be the more disappointing of the parts since two of them fit in with the idea in the description and are earlier poems I submitted into a thread. This part was really inspired by Marina Diamandis' recent album as well as Sylvia Plath, Marilyn Monroe and other things that came to mind (Betty Crocker . . . even, as you'll soon see >:3). Well, here it is~ I decided to label this as review because I'm kind of thinking about editing the Betty Crocker, Capitalist Homewrecker poem and would like suggestions. Born is the Primadonna Mommy, daddy, pay attention to me, Why do you always look at her and not me? Why do you always disagree? Why, I would love some company Mommy left Daddy, And Daddy left Mommy, But was “Daddy” ever really There for me? Now I have a second Mommy, Mom and Media Mommy, Tellin’ me to be perfect, pretty, Blarin’ and ringin’ with glee I made a mask brighter than Sylvia A character fiercer than Electra I’ll do one up on both of ya’ I’ll be a perfect primadonna More hollow than blown bubblegum, More fiery than aged rum, Manipulation’s now my fun, Love me or run, run, run My life’s a play, a vapid game, Where I beg for my claim To toxic fame Momma Media to blame Hell, I don’t care if I’m hated, That’s exactly what I wanted, Sickening attention For my morbid satisfaction Let them eat my cake, It’s all corn syrup, fake, All my food shake’n’bake; From this nightmare I’ll never wake. What do you say now, big sista’? That I’m a big attention whore? Do tell more Like I’d pay attention to ya’ Of course one day I’ll fall, Lose my marbles, lose it all The mask shattered forever more, Unable to rhyme anymore. I Wrecked my Own Home I’ll be like, totally Forever your girl, baby Y’know, I don’t think you love me Honey, you should really call me You should show how you love me, Get down on your knees, baby Pop me that pretty Question, baby I wrote you a love poem To read when you’re not home With some corny rhymes Oh, I bought some limes! Oh, who the heck am I kidding? Why’d he even bother reading? This filthy pile of crap Came from a dunce cap! Dunce cap, dunce, dunce cap Set, set is the trap All to the Vegas strip Ladies, we’re goin’ on a long trip Leave behind your hearts Your minds, your fine arts Let the lights in your head whir Give in to the booze making your speech slur Oh, that new boy, what a blur What happened between him and her? He shattered the home, Slandered her husband’s golden throne The wooden castle will soon groan, Quicksand eating it whole But still in her there’s a hole The new one won’t fill her supporting role He just lets the dead castle crumble Collapsing in a violent tumble “Marilyn, why did you lie to me? You said the high life was easy! I made him fall, But oh, do I regret it all!” Now you can’t say sorry Your “freedom” your inability Bleach to oblivion; You still won’t Be what they Want you to be! They don’t want a strong queen, They just want a pneumatic machine. Soon you’ll see That sawed is your “stable” tree, The branches of your youth Slain and burnt by truth So build, Build it well, Craft with care, A new mask, A façade, Beyond compare. Servābor (I Will be Saved) Rain ran down my temples, My locks limp, Lifeless tangles The thunder roared my mask away, The lightning made my whole world sway, Sudden truth of violent combustion, Without care for repercussion This forest of neon lights, Blinded me of my rights, Drained my heart to stay red: Now I’m living dead But in the night I wandered on Until the neon vampires were gone I let Night show her true colors Cosmic splendors The stars were a chorus All singing, sonorous They rang, luminous Intangibly harmonious “May I join you? I want to sing like you, too!” My eyes were emptier than ever Black holes that wept forever A million identities eaten My true light stolen I could feel the wind calling The sands shifting and falling He wished to whisk me away From this earth without delay Fading, sparkling I felt myself shimmering But no, I had to remain Bound to this Shifting terrain I took what the metal forest gave, Tore it all, left nothing to save I am no one’s machine I will be my own queen But Night, help me My old strength was all a reverie Help me stand for me To see the tender Sun rise With my now golden eyes The lights, the dancers, the distant lover Will never shatter dawn, my vermillion pillar And if they wish to know the true me more I will tell them Ego servābor Nuclear Warfare Look out to your right! Whirrin’ sounds and a blazin’ light If you don’t duck just right You’ll go on a fiery flight Hon, I knew it would go down Imminent is the meltdown Now comes the sirens’ blarin’ sound Against you my voice will pound Since you allied yourself with her I’ve gone off my rocker I’m off the charts, radioactive Insane, far beyond reactive My mind’s decayin’ Xenon, My anger redder than Neon, Go on if you dare, Watch my passion flare My face a makeup explosion Ready for aggressive seduction If you don’t accept my passion Expect a fatal reaction My hatred will radiate to her Infect her with mental cancer I’ll show you who’s really smarter, Who’s really prettier I just wanted your heart, All of you from the start, But no, you teased me, Denying my chemical fantasy But do forfeit soon, darlin’, For I’m surely decayin’, Havin’ trouble keepin’ This act goin’ “Loves me, loves me not,” With the latter I’ll rot, Becomin’ a mere spot To spite your thought Betty Crocker, Capitalist Homewrecker “I'm all about my cake; I'm try’na marry Betty Crocker” “General Mills' cultural perception of the American homemaker,” “Better to leave them broken than hurt yourself putting it back together.” The name’s Betty, Betty Crocker And what are you doing with her? You should pour your money into me Light me up like fireworks, baby Besides, I’m much blonder, With eyes much bluer And skin much tanner Than that four-eyed loser I can bake better, Cook quicker, Be dumber Than that un-American bummer I never quite stopped being a cheerleader, (Never stopped being a gold digger) Professional at submission, (At the art of deception) The dummy married me, Gave me a baby and wad of money; But no, I want more of your salary, I’ll rape you broke, honey. Your love is nothing compared to your oil field, And I squeezed dry what that could yield, Now you get to rot, old geezer ‘Cause you didn’t know any better . . . Oh, you’re asking for welfare? Bah! Like my new husband would care! As yet again proven, I support no one. Trinity You always laughed during the day, And in the night you would play, Leave me for a video game, Hookers and superficial fame I always wore a wig around you My identity split in two The lovely trophy wife Complying without strife But, baby you’re not the one Until otherwise proven There’ll be no nuclear family Just my radioactivity My blood on fire Into the desert I’ll wander The claimer of my soul Will consume me whole I’ll let my true hair Out without care You can’t force me To be your Barbie Stand back, neon vampire What will transpire Will eradicate All desire That rests in My heart, Dear Day’s heat has left us Night’s mystery soon to join us In this agitation of ephemeral dusk Nothing has rhyme or reason Going by its own means As the sun sets This blazing wasteland My new, barren Testing sight Five, four, Three . . . Boom.