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  • Artist Info: Hey~<br />
    I like to think that I am a very interesting and unique individual, but I'll let you be the judge of that... <br />
    If you wish to know me, message/comment/friend request me. :3<br />
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    Kaleidoscope by Levi the Poet<br />
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    She had a stained glass window for a heart - <br />
    a shoebox for a chest cavity, and a kaleidoscope for a soul <br />
    that would reflect its light back at me. <br />
    Depending on the day, she shone different colors. <br />
    She had a handful of favorites that she kept locked inside her cupboards.<br />
    She's got drawers in her stomach, <br />
    yeah she knows how to swallow her pride, <br />
    but it get compartmentalized in the crawlspaces, <br />
    and builds up inside.<br />
    She says she's fine, but she lies, <br />
    so she keeps sunglasses on to try to hide her eyes.<br />
    And at night, she stays out of the shadows -<br />
    it's one of the only times that her true color shines. <br />
    <br />
    She says, “You're talking about me like you know what I mean,<br />
    but you know nothing about leading that kind of life.<br />
    <br />
    “Baby doll, my heart is as black as my lungs are.<br />
    <br />
    I keep bitterness in these cabinets next to all my bad habits - <br />
    you either find faith, or lose it - you either had it or have it - <br />
    Well I have had it!<br />
    So I wear my smile on the good days that I keep in these baskets,<br />
    wear my grimace facing life without the opiate for the masses.<br />
    You pop your god like these pills that I take<br />
    to bear the circumstances - <br />
    What's the difference? I called out to your god, <br />
    but he never listened.<br />
    You call it praying, well I'm just wishing <br />
    that things could've been different.”<br />
    <br />
    She says her daddy didn't want her,<br />
    so she squanders to be the mother/father figure for her daughter.<br />
    A piece of clay recreating herself as a beautiful basin <br />
    from the situation that she was placed in -<br />
    build for retaining life - <br />
    a feat manufactured without the proper water or the potter…<br />
    And her heart… it cuts like a knife! <br />
    It's priceless and it's as hard as a diamond,<br />
    but she's been selling it for nickels and everybody's been buying. <br />
    So now there's cracks in the basin, <br />
    the way there's cracks in the basement - <br />
    the one that daughter's daddy beat her in when she'd dare to face him…<br />
    the way there's cracks in the cement that she can dig her high heels in<br />
    while she waits for another customer to pour his water in. <br />
    <br />
    She says her momma was a little bit crazy, a little lazy, <br />
    a little biased towards the media mainstream.<br />
    Prone to fainting or naming it fainting when she'd pass out after blazing<br />
    just after papa came home late for the hazing. <br />
    The alcohol made him crazy!<br />
    That's when I started praying, praying, praying, <br />
    but nothing's changing, changing, changing, so that's when I started blaming, blaming, blaming, <br />
    we're all on our own, the stars are empty, there's no hand out there to <br />
    save me, save me,<br />
    <br />
    Save me.<br />
    <br />
    She loved Vogue, and American teen magazines, <br />
    almost as much as she loved vomiting<br />
    to try to match the model women that she'd she on the movie screens. <br />
    Says, “I believe that she loved me,<br />
    and maybe it's a fantasy, <br />
    but I believe that she cared for me the way she cared for her methamphetamines.”<br />
    <br />
    Don't tell me I need saving! You point those fingers so righteously, <br />
    all these people pushing for me to practice their piety… <br />
    well, I gave your god a chance to save me, <br />
    so thank you kindly, greatly, but it's just me and my baby, <br />
    me and my little girl - us against the world, well… <br />
    <br />
    Sweet dreams, daughter! <br />
    I'm gonna be your mother! <br />
    I'm gonna be your father!<br />
    So every time another man just like her father bought her, <br />
    she spent the nickels on diamonds for her daughter.<br />
    <br />
    She had prisms for eyes - and one time she took off her mask, <br />
    and let me inside. <br />
    I paid her for her time, told her that she was valuable and she replied, <br />
    “Only as valuable as the next man in line.”<br />
    <br />
    Well I came to tell you that you're beautiful. I think you're lovely. <br />
    I think that you're made for more than you've settled for.<br />
    She said, “All of them tell me they love me.<br />
    <br />
    I used to dream, I used to have big plans, <br />
    I used to believe that there was something out there <br />
    that was bigger than me, and that he would take care of me, <br />
    and that I could grow up to be whatever I wanted to be, <br />
    but I guess it's too late for me, <br />
    so I started selling my dignity to give my daughter that dream, <br />
    and to make it a reality…<br />
    <br />
    I used to dream! I never meant to quit! <br />
    So who's to blame for this bullsh-<br />
    <br />
    Shh, shh, girl, I will not even mention… it. <br />
    The hands that we're dealt - I don't understand.<br />
    And I don't have all the answers, and I don't know all the plans.<br />
    I just wanted to tell you that you're beautiful, I think you're lovely, <br />
    I think I know love that loves the unloving. <br />
    <br />
    “Yeah! You told me your god was gorgeous, <br />
    but I just can't see it! I want so badly to see color! <br />
    I want so badly to believe it!”<br />
    <br />
    I keep an ounce of hope inside one dresser drawer in my chest!<br />
    Every now and then, it grows, if watered, to a seedling, at best<br />
    One time, it grew and stretched through the cracks into the next, <br />
    but I just can't make it blossom, cause I just can't make myself forget… <br />
    and now there's nearly nothing left… <br />
    <br />
    She's got a kaleidoscope soul, but she's got grayscale lenses,<br />
    she's got rod-iron bars to keep up her defenses. <br />
    She's got all of her emotions hung up on hooks in her closets, <br />
    she's got little hints of happiness tucked away in her lockets. <br />
    She's got high hopes of heaven stapled to the doors of her cabinets, <br />
    she wraps the hopes up in packets of personal baggage to mask it.<br />
    <br />
    She's got angels singing to her <br />
    from the lips of ballerinas in a music box that <br />
    she keeps locked behind a door that's cemented to a heart of rocks, <br />
    <br />
    but if you knock long enough, they say that door could be opened.<br />
    Here's to hoping… until then, I wanted you to know<br />
    that you're beautiful. I think you're lovely, <br />
    I think I know love that loves the unloving. <br />
    <br />
    I think you're still loved, I still think it's true.<br />
    I swear that there's more hope out there for you. <br />
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