BC: Let's change things.
FC: Poetry By Kitty Noel Collection by Kitty Noel | A book of poems and appreciations for other artists and poets.
1: Compare - Musician to Poet Comparing Jessicka Fodera to Otep Shamaya is easy in some ways and difficult in others. For starters, they're both amazing musicians. They're both female and they do their part to prove that girls can rock just as much as any guy. They both crave change in the world. They use their voices, lyrics and words to change things. | Jessicka is famous for being the long time front woman of Jack Off JIll and is now the lead vocalist of Scarling. She's notorious for her voice, which can go from the sound of a little girl to a pissed off, in-your-face growl. She writes about things that bother her and is known for being highly opinionated. | She's toned down over the years and is now married to a member of Scarling, but she's still as aggressively passionate about things as ever.
2: Otep Shamaya also does vocals in the band Otep and is very famous for her poetry and music. She just recently published a book of poetry titled Caught Screaming along with many other accomplishments (playing Ozzfest with her band being one of them.) | "It is an ancient Khemetic word meaning "creative offerings"...it is also an anagram for the world POET." That's how Otep got her name and she shows pride for it. Almost all of her lyrics ARE poems put to the beat and rhythm of music. She's very passionate about art and poetry and she encourages all of her fans to find their inner creativity and fight back with it. | She's also somewhat of an activist for several different causes. She supports gay rights. She's a feminist and proves that point just by being an amazing woman fronting a metal band. She believes that art, poetry and music are some of the only pure things left in this world..
3: These two ladies are amazingly similar in the fact that they're so talented. They use their words and their voices to make changes, raise awareness, and heal themselves. The only difference in what they do is the fact that they chose difference musical genres and that Otep has a book of poetry out. So far, Jessicka hasn't relaased one (although it would be wonderful if she did.)
4: Pretty Boy by Kitty Noel (me) You’ve got me spinning like a carousel stuck in fast motion, like a ballerina figurine in an old jewelry box filled with secrets and love notes, twirling to music so out of tune. Hey pretty boy, come set me free. Your fingers run through my hair and I smile like joy is something I’ve just discovered. We’re content just sitting on your floor, talking of passion, pain and radical revolutions. I’ll lay my head on your shoulder and your arms will find their way around me, we’ll play music to kill the silence when we don’t have much to say, and we’ll sing… (the world doesn’t feel ruined when I’m with you.) . | Oh pretty boy, let’s make this world ours. We’ll kill time by driving around town, making art and making changes. You’ll be my Jim Morrison and I’ll be your Pamela Courson, young and reckless, living our rock and roll love out to the max and never caring what people say. You’ll hold me close, the sun will shine and I’ll whisper oh-so-softly in your ear “Hey pretty boy, you’ve got me spinning…”
5: But I can still hear your whispers By Kitty Noel You are nothing but a haunting memory. A dream that leaves me empty; makes the chills run down my spine. My name sounds like a curse when it’s hung upon your lips and all the sin in the world poisons your sweet kiss. We are a collage of ripped up love letters; two animals writing in anger on a bed of rotting roses (We are that same tired love cliche.) Baby, we’re too young, too afraid. Let’s hide what we feel inside. Throw away the key. | (Give it up.) We are a mess of beautiful scars and delicate stitches, broken bones and bloody skin, abused hearts and cracked minds. We’re walking on broken glass (and you, sweetheart, are letting me bleed.) Our love was a brutal injury, so let’s just stitch it up and call it healing. If I give you the satisfaction, could we call it even? Because, darling, your words pulse through my veins and we’re damned to be two lost hearts, diluted and polluted. You were everything. You are a walking deception. Let’s call this tragedy to an end (I’m sick of playing this role) and watch it fade to black (like a night spent drinking) and forget ever remembering.
6: Let's recreate the world. Form a secret society ...addicts of anarchy. What I would like to see is a group of artists, patriots, & poets. Desire & dreams. And it exhausts me to watch you in the bloody canals of the metropolis. You want to see things as they are with a venom of art, freedom, & friends, our enemies would know the palace of conception is burning. Setting yourselves...free. The end of their tyranny dulling and stilling. You don't need to be told, they would know, deciphering signs. You know exactly what I do. [sevas tra will be our battle cry.] This is the found poem I created using an untitled poem by Jim Morrison, What I Would LIke to See by Otep Shamaya, and Poppies in July by Sylvia Plath
7: Poetic Biography: Name ~ Kitty Glitter.secrets.passion.lace.dolls. creation.love.strength.rage. x.Artist.x x.Poet.x x.Activist.x I believe art and poetry can change things. I'm angry at the state of the world, but not defeated. | I've been writing poetry for longer than I can remember and I truly believe that it's capable of freeing people from the bonds society tries to place on us. If it wasn't for my words and my creativity, I think I'd go insane. When it comes to art & poetry, there's no limits. I think everyone should express themselves. Make yourselves heard. My poetry has a lot to do with personal experience. I like to take my pain and create something beautiful from it, something that provides relief for me as well as being able to help others who are hurting. I also write about things I feel strongly about, like things going on in the world. I am a poetic juggernaut. Nothing stands in my way.
8: Imitation Poem - Rhyme By Kitty Noel There's so many words I wish I could say but my mouth is stitched shut. I want to scream, you never loved me anyway, but we all know I'm addicted to you. Even though I'm so tired of aching and feeling your caress rough on my skin. My heart has always been yours for the taking but it's made of plastic and it's wearing thin. Darling, I won't take this & I'm not your pretty doll. I'd rather be the one who fills you with hate. I could tell you this, but I'd trip, stutter, and fall for your sweet smile, even though you damage me. I want to scream but we all know I'll always give in.
9: Haiku. By Kitty Noel I am so broken, lost in this vile, crumbling world, wanting some shelter.