Fry Song at Impenetrable Zombie Survival Fortress (Now with Supplies!)

Spoken word set to music.
Context: 
All I ever had were my words, 
 they were the only thing that kept me warm at night; the only thing that kept me sane and took my sanity...
 All I ever had were my words,
 When everything else was gone,
 When everyone else had deserted me, 
 All I ever had were my words, 
 When I tried to make sense of this life
 When I tried to make sense of my place in the scheme of things
 All I had were my words, 
 When I was hurt and cast aside
 When I fell trying to fight
 All I had were my words, 
 When they escaped my lips
 When they lost their meaning
......................…....
Now, all I have are these words... 
 Scattered about me
 Meaningless, forgotten, empty
 Now, all I have are these words 
 that I try to resuscitate 
 and give life back to
 Now, all I have are these words
 To express myself 
 To help me survive
 Now, all I have are these words....
 These words....
 Please understand my words....

Enervus Verbum

Written by LaKeshia Stigall
 May 27, 2024

Smile.

A song written by Matthew Nicola and sang by Matthew and Myself. 

Cybertron

I won't be your Barbie Doll with board straight hair and plastic skin

I won't be your Barbie Doll with an impossible waistline and painted on grin

I won't be your Barbie Doll with a dream house and pink corvette

I won't be your Barbie Doll, flawless and never upset

 

Instead I'll be....imperfect

 

I won't be your Barbie Doll, smooth ivory and blonde

I won't be your Barbie Doll , listening and never respond

I won't be your Barbie Doll to dress up and control

I won't be your Barbie Doll, empty plastic, hollow soul

 

Instead I'll be...Imperfect

 

I won't be your Barbie Doll, fun to pass around

I won't be your Barbie Doll, to drop on the ground

I won't be your Barbie Doll, to hide away when your bored

I won't be your Barbie Doll, easily restored

 

Instead I will be....IMPERFECT

 

I will be me

I will be free

I will be loud

I will be proud

I will be wrong

I will be strong

 

I will be exactly what I need to be...

 

And you will not be my Ken Doll, just good looks and no brain

And you will not be my Ken Doll, boring and vain

And you will not be my Ken Doll, with your girls here and there

And You will not be my Ken Doll, showing off everywhere

 

You will be...nothing

 

And you will not be my Ken Doll, with expensive toys

And you will not be my Ken Doll, with demeanor and poise

And you will not be my Ken Doll, slicked back hair and smooth styles

And You will not be my Ken Doll, loving expressions but fake smiles

 

You will be....Nothing

 

Nothing but a liar

Nothing I desire

Nothing to miss

Nothing to kiss

Nothing to see

Nothing to me

 

NOTHING worth my time....

 

I will not be your Barbie and you will not be my Ken

and we will not play your games and this silly pretend...

 

Expectations are a bitch...


Expectations- A Poem

Fuck This!

Fuck These People…!

Who do they think they are,

bringing me down.

I am a strong, Independent Woman.

I walk with my head held high.

I am prideful, but I remain humble.

I live my life for me.

I do not pretend to be anyone but myself.

I am not fake.

And for that you crucify me?

Because I have self-confidence,

Because I have ambition,

Because I have strength and faith in myself,

Who does that make you?

Does it make you better then me?

To judge me,

To dishonor and slander my name,

To attempt to destroy my confidence in my abilities?

What does it make you?

When I stand strong and not retaliate to your level,

To not engage in your bad habits,

To let your negativity slide off me.

Rising above it and succeeding,

Proving that I am good enough,

That I am strong enough,

And that through it all I remained myself.

Not changing for anyone else,

Not becoming fake,

Not becoming someone I am not.

Aspiring,

Capturing my Dreams,

Raising above it all.

I say how I feel,

I face my fears,

I embrace life.

I am happy with who I am!

And if your not,

If you dislike the person I have no problem accepting as myself,

Then Walk away.

Your no stain on my shirt I can’t get out

And no memory in my brain that I can’t forget.

Strength, Courage, Beauty, Intelligence, Faith, Charisma, Happiness, Pride,

That is what I am

That is what I will always be.

 

Thank You for making Me look and realize how much more I am.


Pride and Prejudice- A Poem

For so long, despite your flaws, I saw you as desirable, as needed, as beautiful...

That something profound and undiscovered was hidden inside of you that I myself had not yet obtained.

But you were none of these things...

You were a destroyer of those ideas,

you were inevitably flawed despite the false beauty you portrayed to me...

You showed me there was to be no hope...

That it was a dream,

a passing fancy to hold such whimsical thoughts of what could be,

what might have been.

For that I lost my passion,

became cold,

and eventually,

out of trying to love,

forgot how to...

For you,

for anyone....

and yet you still maintained all that i had.

Time passed,

it seems like centuries have flew past our undiscerning eyes.

Only a fleck of that light that once shown so luminously for you still exists,

at times hoping to be re-ignited into the bright flame it had once been.

Constantly extinguished by the reminders of the past,

the harsh syllables that lash out from your tongue,

the absence of your gentle caress upon my cheek....

And yet, the whisper of sweet nothing's....

sincerest apologies,

healing the festering wounds that I thought would not heal,

wounds that hold the fear of being ripped feverishly back open in a moment of passionate fury.

It is for that last inkling in the realm of possibility,

we exist still as we are,

for that realization,

we remain,

despite our denial of hope,

these ideas still found to be moderately viable

on the threshold that is life,

left before us to be perceived by all...


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