Lauren Lola
The Storyteller
Tell me a story
about where your life began where you were raised who loved you and who you loved along the way Tell me a story about your friends and family your mentors and mentees your lovers and haters the strangers you’d walk by and the ones who you wished were in your life Tell me a story about your hobbies your interests your goals your fantasies your reality Tell me a story about your struggles about what you overcame about what you’re still overcoming about who stuck by you and who went away Tell me a story about your successes both the believable and unbelievable the work that came with it and the obstacles along the way Tell me a story about the questions you’d ask that you’ve spent hours pondering on about the answers you find and the theories you’re still toying with Tell me a story about your past lives (if any) who you were what you experienced and how it was enough for you to be born again Tell me a story about your future what you hope for what you wish for where you see yourself and where you don’t Tell me a story about your present what you’re thinking now what you’re feeling now what you’re doing now and what you’re discovering now Tell me a story You press my head to your chest and let your heartbeat do the talking
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BardoBlue bay hills appear on the horizon
of the emerging night sky as the sun fades away and the rain clouds hang around The water is still the city lights twinkling and the one lone plane makes its way across the light yet dark sky This is a trance between time a lingering moment between what has come to pass and has yet to come There is a word for this in Tibetan bardo "in-between state" The blue bay hills are visible now but soon will not be but they remain without question All is mission all is seen all is tranquilly taken in and accepted as I stare from this library window Jellyfish Blues
In another world
in another era in another life the world was a bit deeper but my friends and I were soft and bright We embodied our bright colors and honed our individual bright lights and we danced to a song only we could hear We floated and danced and danced and floated when all was align with the time in our lives and everything was set in motion to our rhythm But then we woke up and we look to see the different lives we live now than before and we can't help but ponder whether it was a dream or a different kind of reality That's why we sway to the jellyfish blues where to embody the color and the light would be a world worthy to embrace Elaboration
Simplicity is a bugger
when not enough is given away No need for complexity when elaboration is what’s recommended There’s a fine line between both Don’t just show me a body give me bones and working organs too Forget the stick figures paint me a portrait I’d prefer to explore a barrier reef than an empty ocean floor Speak in straight lines but make them long lines Say what you mean and make it heavy with substance |
The 99% Life (An English-to-English Translation of Lorde's "Royals")
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I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh
I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies And I’m not proud of my address In the torn up town no postcode envy But every song’s like Gold teeth, Grey Goose, tripping in the bathroom Bloodstains, ball gowns, trashing the hotel room We don’t care We’re driving Cadillacs in our dreams But everybody’s like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece Jet planes, islands, tiger’s on a gold leash We don’t care We aren’t caught up in your love affair And we’ll never be royals It don’t run in our blood That kind of lux just ain’t for us We crave a different kind of buzz Let me be your ruler You can call me queen bee and baby I’ll rule Let me live that fantasy My friends and I, we’ve cracked the code We count our dollars on the train to the party And everyone who knows us knows We’re fine with this- We didn’t come for money We’re bigger than we ever dream And I’m in love with being queen Life is great without a care We aren’t caught up in your love affair |
Define for me the word “fame”
When all I see is hype There’s a difference between them both As I spot from my suburban life We don’t want your clothes They’re not fit beyond a runway We don’t want your drugs Go smoke them up in the backseat of your limo Did I forget to screw the limo? I’d prefer subtleness rather than conspicuity We don’t want your drama We have bigger problems that that Guess who’s the stronger folk We shall not be seated on the thrones We’re not bred for this life It just ain’t our birthright We’re on the outside looking in From a world that’s anything but contained You’re in a bubble With a crown weighing you down from floating away We work jobs and pay loads/loans to be educated We escape into clubs and beer bottles and Netflix streamings for recreation We are so terribly, terribly complex But that’s what makes us The 99 percent Guess who’s the stronger folk The celebrity or the civilian Guess who’s the legit folk The person of luxury or the human of reality |
