Original demo.
Vocals, Arrangement: Dj DMJ
Backing Vocals: Nataja
Beats: Spencer Cooley 
Lyrics, Concept: Casey Renee Kiser 
©RaVenGhost Publishing 2023
VISIT DANA:
https://soundcloud.com/jerman-dm
LYRICS:

Added me to his collection
crooked cabinet, another shot glass
I vowed to forget his erection
and his clown shoe up my tiny ass
Sold me a smile and a fantasy
Every laugh so calculated
But I went hunting for a story
Served my heart, so he ate it

Now I don't blame a dog
for being a dog,  lessons tethered
But a dog can't beat a wolf
He'll be sorry he ever endeavored
Took the bait and seemed convinced
that he raped me of my sanity
Joke is- a poet's born unhinged
to report the punchline of society

(walk the dog or wear the collar...)

zig zag reality, how long can we
drown in self-deception, open
the doors of perception... and we
wolves accept and howl, beholden

Cheers to the hungry, lost dogs
I hope you find a home, you know
I hope you get a good bath-
Get shined up one day and glow
I used to be a lost dog in gloom
but I've been a wolf for a while,
returning my hunger to the moon
I don't beg. And I hunt with style


*This song was first published as a poem:
https://horrorsleazetrash.com/2023/01/09/c-renee-kiser-6/

BEHOLDEN (Joke is...) featuring Dj DMJ and Nataja

++ Written by C. Renee Kiser 
from the indie chapbook,
NOT YOUR KIND: The Gaslit Files 
published by ©RaVenGhost Press.
> First published on HorrorSleazeTrash.com

After I sat for years and years
in my own brain stew,
I could so easily absorb your energy-
forget myself, and hate you

I only care to thank you.

Your tongue-be-damned-smirks
Sinister hush-hush
Your psycho-circus alluring-quirks
Drama pit rush-rush

Carried on and on, truth be told;
You never made a lick of sense
A lost soul who doesn’t dare decide,
fucking ‘em all on the fence

You branded me DEAD and
vultures sure circled in my sky
But the sun burst me into flames
as my nightmare was clarified...

Just another plastic heart, sent
and fresh off the assembly line
Karma may be a bitch but she cheers
for me as we drink elderberry wine

Bored with the shade of boy toys
I now want the tree with deep roots
After you highlighted my wings,
I could take off my heavy boots

I only want to thank you. Cheers.

(Blows kiss)

I accept your Darkness,
darling, and never my defeat
How could I ever hate ‘The One’
who lifted me up off my feet?

++ Photo credit: 
CRK by JTG for ©RaVenGhost Press 2023

Neo(n) Highlighter // RaVenGhost Press // spoken word

Original song.
Written by C. Renee Kiser
Arranged & performed by Dj DMJ
VISIT DANA: https://soundcloud.com/jerman-dm
©️RaVenGhost Publishing 2023
Lyrics:

You're not really such a cherry-
a cherry on top
I was never too impressed
with your sundae dress
and it's a sticky, icky mess
Take out the trash 
Just a sticky, sticky mess
Won’t you 
take out that trash;
Uninvite that ungrateful guest,
Put on some Rosanne Cash

You're not really such a good-
a good substitute
Babe, I know what's good
and I'll just skip that class
And it’s a sticky mess
Take out the trash
Just a sticky, sticky, sticky mess
Won't you 
take out that trash;
Uninvite that ungrateful guest,
Put on some Rosanne Cash

Take out that trash
Take off that Sundae Dress
Take off that Sundae Dress

♥️photo credit: ©️RaVenGhost Press

Sundae Dress / featuring Dj DMJ

> As published on feversofthemind.com
Written and performed by Casey Renee Kiser 2023
https://feversofthemind.com/2023/08/17/fevers-of-the-mind-poetry-showcase-casey-kiser/
Words:

Burning-buzz (way too cool)

I compare my Hellbound-lullaby-love for him
to the time I had sleep paralysis
With cat whisker-dreams for broken strings, 
out of tune wishes posing as callouses
He transferred his little-Big demon

to my open heart, I'd called for The Fire-
Angels and demons, oh my!  A balanced choir!

For so long after, I faded away; a way to
exist only in deleted scene-debris,
until realizing just how much
I was judging him        for judging me
(deep breath...)
Keeping the cycle open, a burning-buzz
I guess I always knew the way to cool
I compare the aftermath-division of him
to the soul of a poet, a.k.a. The Fool

Always way too cool
to take it
easy
Always willin' 
to 
burn



written by Casey Renee Kiser ©RaVenGh o st  Press 2023

photo credit: ©RaVenGh o st  Press 2023

This material is subject to Copyright Infringement laws.

Burning-buzz (way too cool) // RaVenGhost Press 2023

Original piece. 
Written and performed by snail viXen / C. Renee Kiser
©️RaVenGhost Publishing 2023
Lyrics:

i was born with / a deep knowing / my home is  w a y  o u t  / i was born with / sassy soul-fire / and rage to  g e t  o u t  / i was raised on ultra sad songs / row, row, raw devastation / bloody marys and no, no, no, fascination / i am sure now / dark waiting room / fake, fake, fake separation / i can vouch now / breathe your master(peace) / yeah, yeah, yeah, levitation / dead girl walking / tells it all straight / clouds are only props / everything's alright / cosmic mic drop / ...cosmic mic drop / The Cosmic Mic Drop



©️pic is copyright of RaVenGhost Press.

Row, Row, Raw

Written by C. Renee Kiser / ©️RaVenGhost Press 2023
✨As published:
https://horrorsleazetrash.com/2023/06/22/casey-renee-kiser-22/
✨Words:

King of superficial, ha,
spanks louder till she’s special
Future-fakes for a moment-medal
Thinks a shooting star will settle
Well, bless his heart…

Put him on a pedestal
A hot ghost to keep her cool
Truth always cums on a bar stool
Queen Hard-on chose a dull tool
Well, bless her heart…

Angels and a demon
She’s in a thousand deserts
drowning in semen
Demons and an angel,
both just wanna hike their skirts;
take turns with the label
Well,
bless their checkered hearts…

Gather broken clocks, no feeling
They take turns revealing
She crawls on his ceiling
Karmic wheel is misery-healing
Why is Love always leaving
and rarely 
coming…
Cum on, get a beating, just beat it,
beat me, eat me, lick the icing gone,
some tough love, jerked around, 
jerk it all night, jerks all around, 
jerks for everyone
until everyone is found

A cosmic collide on a freaky Friday,
Bad love dresses up as a good lay
Wind gets a kick blowin’ the wrong way
In the mirror, he thinks he hears her say
I’m taking my soul back tonight
He pleads with his pseudo reflection
Cum on baby, 
don’t leave me in this forever-fright
night


photo credit: ©️RaVenGh o st  Press 2023
This material is subject to Copyright Infringement laws.
Do not use any part of this poem without written permission, besides excerpts used in reviews.

Queen Hard-on / Fright Night

Written by C. Renee Kiser
> from the forthcoming release, NightMARE Crush
©️RaVenGh o st  Press 2023
Words:

Slept on me / Damn, you always sleepin' through it / Always rubbin' your eyes / Always fuckin' goin' through it / Can't believe what you're peepin' / No sleep now / I'm your N i g h tMARE Crush creepin' / No sleep hey, / when your address is Devil May Care / I wake up this raw / Nevermind that you ordered medium rare / No sleep babe / I'm your disco boogeywoman / Thought you'd be gettin' goin' now / But I always got you comin' / back / to reality / Stop all that snorin' / whorin' / with daytime drama / who's your momma?  So, why you borin' the fuck outta me? / I already spent years in a coma / (loving you) / Stop  sleepin' through it / So you can stop goin' through it / Just fucking do it / Start twitchin' / inside / our apocalyptic charm / The witchin' hour / alarm / is perfect pitch / Wake the fuck up / or get lost / in the glitch

Sleepin' Through It / N i g h tMARE Crush  //  RaVenGhost Press 2023

Original Spoken Word written and performed by Casey Renee Kiser. 
©️RaVenGhost Press 2023.
Words:

I remember Him, Him 
and him 
They'd beat on their chests 
and claim my swirling-drain heart;
Claim me with echoed ego,
Mark me as 'rescued'
But every branch I'd reach for 
after that    would snap
So many branches
while they all just kept a one-track mind
...AVOID EMOTION...
I remember myself too-
Me, myself and I reporting for duty
Surely, with all my personalities,
I can get one of these motherfuckers 
to warm up around here, ha!
(words directly from my childhood trauma)
I'm lost again in my constant need to mother!

(oh, you're such a good little boy....)

Emotionally unavailable men-
sexy hearts in barbed wire lace
lit up my black hole
Can't commit, can't decide on anything
except to hold back? Well honey, 
you've got a chance with me!
Feel nothing (give a bit) Say nothing (give a bit)
Admit nothing, push-pull, PUSH-PULL
And I laugh at the fact that I never believed 
in wearing a watch
'Cause all I get is motherfuckers wasting my time

Turns out, a jungle man is an idealized good time
but they get boring faster than I can say,
OH, MY HERO...
Wearing their mommy issues like animal skin,
so they can pretend they've conquered them
Protecting the "honor" of their toxic mothers
while attempting to dodge every call, every visit
Soaking up mommy's gossip gush and rumor rush
I'd blow kisses 
while they'd throw banana peels at my feet. 
Trained monkeys!

Still, I'd wrap myself around their thumbs
(when they weren't sucking them)
Gimme more, gimme more baby, 
ANY DAY NOW...
OH YEAH, I was Jane of The Jungle,  
swinging from tiny moment to tiny moment
of which I related
Grasping tight to the in-betweens, 
the bones they threw, I'd bury deep

Getting fucked till I was pretty
by distant eyes, 
I remember when I had the energy
But I am choosing now to forget

Finally, clean and dry, I wave
good-bye to the spin cycle;
to the mucky jungle

with pitted eyes
from a cloud
above
the asylum

Yeah, 
I wear the 'crazy ex' labeL proudly.
I WORKED HARD FOR IT.



photo credit: CRK by JTG©️RaVenGhost Press2018
This material is subject to Copyright Infringement laws.
Do not use any part of this poem without written permission, besides excerpts used in reviews.

Jane of The Jungle

Written by C. Renee Kiser / ©️RaVenGh o st  Press 2023 (N i gh tMARE Crush outtake)
This material is subject to Copyright Infringement laws.
Do not use any part of this poem without written permission, besides excerpts used in reviews. 
WORDS:

Back of the mind / those back-door men / I've kept them fine / back of the hand / Watch them in my veins / Drain them every day / Sun lights up the reigns / I AM The Ruler, after all / Just another missing doll / from Suicide Lane / I made a missing persons' call / Pigs said FIND THAT BITCH YOURSELF / I punch my own burning throat / as my words use the fire escape / Hose me down, still / only wet from getting SMART-RAPED / Rape them all in my dreams / for being good little nightmares / Drape me in blurs of memes / Buried alive my double-dares / They'll never find them, of course / 'cause i confess it all myself / No one can fuck me over / better than I fuck under the shelf /  YEAH, I fit in small spaces; mouse tail / Tell-tale; didn't fit in with the rats / Ran through every trap / ALL HAIL / Sewed up the lips of my last cares / Thrive in the cracks of in-between / Waking Life is alpha-BET-sludge soup / Letters spell out NEXT HORROR SCENE: / Why, it's dessert! / A triple scoop-shake / of reality goopity-goop / It's too late / Announce your fake / DEATH / and call it a diamond-day / 'Hey, hey, Daddy, said the way you move / Gonna make you sweat / You gonna turn me gay / SHINE ON / Nothing matters anyway / except balloons and kites on a windy day / Letting go and counting dirty dicks / I recognize in threatening clouds /' 9, 10, Never sleep again'-kinda flashbacks / My nightmare-man cums SO LOUD / He comes often, / bores me and collects / my wrist cuts / he cuts / he cuts / HE CUTS / Promises I'm in the black book, / he checks / Ha! / 'Top Ten Favorite Mind-fuckable sluts' / Licks his knives, hands me his tongue / I say 'Oh baby, just breathe' /as I rip out his dreamy lung- daily / affirmation: i’m open to receive / Make a scary puzzle of your parts / like you did me / Make a mockery of your heart / Nothing to see... / here / I'M FINE, FUCK YOU / I'm fine / I'm just full of nightmare-man cum / and fashionable-sleepwalker cheer / I take a bow / 'cause just fucking WOW / revenge is sweet / all I ever wanted / I got the memo you’re all talk / and I'm just words- always cunted / Difference is, I've got the guts / to outline you in chalk / and chalk it up / to the street-fighting mutts / While I stand there and laugh / ... I mean, just maybe / GOD TOLD ME A JOKE / Don't judge me, Mr. Zombieland / I've got your double-tap choke / WELL YEAH, You kill my spirit over and over and over / And I kill the memories over and over and over / Well, HAPPY DEATH DAY TO US! / Now, roll over Rover! / You're not allowed on the bed / Not the distorted memory, dear / or your dripping dead-head lust / Credits have rolled, didn't you hear? / It seems you may have just / awoken in your own nightmare, dear.



+ Photo credit: CRK by JTG
©️RaVenGh o st  Press 2023

#horrorpoetry

You Would Be a Groundhog (Day ) if You Weren't Such a Rat

Written by Casey Renee Kiser
©RaVenGh o st  Press 2023
Words:

Straitjacket gh o st -babygirl
Loose but, pretends strapped, still
Living to die, grave-glitz grrrl;
Dance D3AD, give her a whirl
Funhouse-snow globe-type twirl
Shattered dreams-reigning sky swirl
Yeah, she's an asylum pearl...

Basket case splinter-sick world;
Cellar siren-soul grrrl
Cellar-sold siren world
Deep dive (for) asylum pearl
Tap in- strap in to her world
Tap in- strap in to her world
TAP IN- STRAP IN TO HER WORLD

Let go, that dirt-charmed girl;
Dirty, dirty gh o st-glam grrrl
Look alive- the one who finds
the  a s y lu m     p ea r l

+photo credit: ©RaVenGh o st  press

Asylum P3ARL / Gh o stGrrrl

Written & performed by Casey Renee Kiser,
©️RaVenGh o st  Press 2024

The one I loved the most out of all of my 
tedious toxic tangos;
The only one who could properly rot my soul
and ripen my mangoes-
A David Lynch fan, so I guess I figured 
he understood the dope-kink kaleidoscope 
of perception 
He loved me deep, all those upside down
face-fucks with Robin's wonder boy-
closet aggression 
He gave me silly-sweet pet names and 
carefully never spoke my real one
He once traced my spine with his double-
tongue planning how to steal one

But unlike Vegas,
what happens in a poet's cave,
never stays in the poet's cave.
We tend to release
the bats

We don't need trendy capes
or ego-mobiles
We just catch a ride 
with Life





{This poem is from the forthcoming collection,
CONFESSIONS OF A DEAD PETAL} and as published in 
Black Petals Magazine Issue 107
https://blackpetalsks.tripod.com/blackpetalsissue74/
Photo credit: ©️RaVenGh o st  Press

BatGrl

As first published on horrorsleazetrash.com
https://horrorsleazetrash.com/2024/02/04/casey-renee-kiser-27/

If you wanna get real, honey;
escape the whip of the circus
but still do some tricks,
send a limo

If you wanna cosplay;
be the motherfucking burger king
with a well-done honey
and have it your way, well,
I'll run up and grab me some fries
and maybe your crown then, later babe,
send a limo

If you wanna trace my backbone
with your tongue and remember 
the 80's chills
you got when you were young 
watching your new favorite horror flick,
send a limo

If you wanna know what it's like 
to have a switchblade on your throat
and be so in love 
with the pulse 
of walking the line, well, babe,
send a limo


Written & performed by Casey Renee Kiser 
©️RaVenGh o st  Press 2024

Photo credit: CRK 
©️RaVenGh o st  Press 2024

Send A Limo

Written & performed by Casey Renee Kiser
©️RaVenGh o st  Press 2024

You will no longer be busy
with disrespect
You will no longer sink your teeth
into this neck
You will no longer be paid
with energy. BET
You’ll only now receive 
the reality check

Going down, down, down
in rank
Going down, down, down 
in rank
You're going down, down, down, 
down in rank-
Cause I'm THE ONE now
driving the tank

No emotion (back at cha)
Your demotion (and betcha)
You won't be causing
anymore commotion...

Pay Day

Oh, my gravedigger, yeah,
Karmic one and only-
Cosmic Love so deadly
but I keep resurrecting

Just figured I’d always be
your pretty menacing-
{pretty dead} girl dancing
Your ego trip-enhancing 

My bones filthy for you
Corpse bride-moonlighting 
You look good shoveling
but I RIDE the LIGHTNING

Just another white lie 
lost on your checkerboard 
Never be your dead girl
but will always unfurl

as pretty {something}.


Written & performed by C. Renee Kiser and
taken from the book,
ALTERED STATES of THE UNFLINCHING SOULS
©️RaVenGh o st  Press 2024

Pretty Something

Dracula's got nothin' on You
Embrace of the vampire
like my name was Alyssa
I came right to You on command
in the middle of the night
and I dared You
to put a spell on me

so I could break it; reshape it
and re-gift it. Sorry, I was all out
of bows and ribbons. Just maybe,
I dared You
to hack my heaven, blacken me, 
drag me through your hell
and your red flag-labyrinth of shit
My soul doesn't own any 
white flags. I don't wave and glitch
and flop like the other fish out of water
I could really rip out your bored fangs
with my bolt-cutting 
words. And You did it...
You drained me
with your double life-kink
Yes, I got what I asked for
I'm a poet so,
I wasn't born a good girl;
Born to dig the coffin boys
and You didn't disappoint
so I could wake up the next day
more like You, but

not quite. I was now a daywalker
nightclubbing inside my daydreaming
about the curse and the blessing
and how we must experience 
both sides. I forgive You
for thinking 
You could have my heart
all for yourself, as I dared You
because you never chose truth.


+++ Written & performed by
Casey Renee Kiser
©️RaVenGh o st  Press 2024

*Any misuse of reposting this poem instead of sharing will be a violation of Copyright Laws. Only excerpts may be used briefly in reviews / discussions about the author.

I Dared You

Original track. Words:

if you think i can take
🖤DEAD TO ME🖤
- extra next level - just bet,
you ain't seen nothin' yet

wanna run your mouth
from the comfort of your couch
boy, just see where 
that gossip gets you
ghosted girl summer, well BOO

don't hate on me 
when it hits you right about 
even lower than 
you fucking rolled it out

strike 3 - no, no, no
you can't compete

(said) i got time to shout
free spirit; got no honey-do list
(said) boy, let's see where that gossip
gets you, cuz i ain't even pissed

guess we'll just see
where that gossip gets you
(x2)


+++written and performed by C. Renee Kiser
©️RaVenGh o st  Press 2024

+++Copyright Laws apply.

gossip gets YOu

'Pinky Bipolar Blues' by Casey Renee Kiser

I used to be the kinda girl
who’d fight with another girl
over a bag of trash;
over a bag of trash, man
over a trashman
Ha!

I used to be the kinda girl
who’d strip with another girl
to get under a fan
to win over a fan, 
to get over on the man
Ha!

I used to know Pinky- 
a basic whore-cheesing mouse
who lived in a glass house, 
ran with a lost soul, strapped;
ran into her own trap,
ran spitting the hunger rap
Yo!

Pinky turned pale as a ghost
when forced to face the host
broken window; sharp-dull heart,
broken bottle-false start
broken personna(s) empty cart
Go! Pinky, Go!

Haunt me now with bad bitch wisdom
Shame is a dollar store thief in The Kingdom
I remember pieces of Pinky

and 
The 
Blues.


+ as first published on HorrorSleazeTrash.com
++ this poem also appears in the chapbook,
N i gh tMARE Crush ©️RaVenGh o st Press 2024


Written & performed by Casey Renee Kiser
+ photo credit: CRK by JTG

Pinky Bipolar Blues - from the book N igh tMARE Crush- RaVenGh o st Press 2024

PUNK POET*CONFESSIONAL QUEEN👑
✨🐌SNAIL WHISPERER🐌LYRICIST✨
FEARLESS INDIE:  I  AM  snail viXen.

(sometimes lyrical) PUNK POETRY
           xxx  DIY till' I DIE   xxx

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Casey Renee Kiser's work (a.k.a. snail viXen) closely examines mainstream’s distorted ideas of beauty.
Always quirky and armed with bold confessional dynamite, her humor is uncompromising, often abrupt and unsettling. Her poems explore identity, emotional abuse, and healing from complicated relationships. She resides in a magical place called The Crystal Garden. Come on over, we have cookies ;) and healing, through dark poetry.
🖤At RaVenGhost Press, 
we work w/ the Darkness <
> to better understand the journey.
We say, Tell your story. 
Get it all out then,  let it go!
Don't take it with you. 
It's too heavy to carry up the mountain.

( or the mushroom, if you're a snail ;)

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I don't perfect my songs. They are art the way they come out. They are about the lyrics, not perfection.
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