Tripped Out

Blue lace bra

Costume shop

Beach hunt

Sex on a couch

Office floor

Or in a guest room

 

Strangers in the backyard

Danger in the neighborhood

Always getting closer

But I can never seem to run fast enough

 

Falling off a balcony

Jumping down an elevator shaft

Snakes and clouds of mist

Too soon and too late

 

In his arms

Underneath her

Necromancy beside the stairs

High speed

Slow motion

Reality in a fiction flying out of a blender

Out the door

Repetition

Reoccurring

 

Attacked and threatened

Protect the toys

Driver’s license as currency

Familiar faces and places

Turned inside out

 

Demons

Ghosts

Haunting to forget

Love

Is it love?

Seeing through me

Trying to make sense

Of what could also be nonsense

Dream interpretation can be a bitch

 

Supernatural Supreme

Making it a new routine

To hit myself up every day

To check in, make sure I’m doing okay

If not, will make a change

My birth was no accident

Manifesting all day and night

I always knew how to fly

The goal is to take that leap

 

Take chances I’m given

Take chances before they’re taken away

Psychic, but more on the intuitive side

Constantly shocking everybody, including me

 

Where am I?

Anywhere I’m meant to be in life

I do what I want, like, love, and need

Nobody knows that better than me

 

The energy around me feels different

But not in an off way

Touching glimmers of light and darkness

With a dual purpose

They Say If You Dream a Thing More Than Once, It’s Sure to Come True

Fabricated nonfiction- yikes

Fiction based on reality- yikes, but meaningful

Pay attention

Everybody’s got a story to tell

 

My vision may not be 20/20

But I’m not blind to what goes on around me

If you could feel

Everything that I feel

On any given day or night,

Would you want to live or die?

 

Running in imperfect circles

Words in the form of jagged lines

Sometimes, I start writing something

Just to see what happens

Provoking a concept

Provoking myself

Provoking my will to live

Several pages later

Better late than never

 

The more exhausted I get with life,

The less frequently I wear a bra

And what about it?

My golden body, my golden rules

 

Making a mental getaway

Do not disturb

You’ll remember my name

Why wait until my funeral to read this?

On a “I don’t care what you think of me” wave

Depending on the context of the situation of course

Living in an age

Where clowns lead parades

 

But enough about me

How are you?

Are you making the time and space

To be both selfless and selfish too?

 

Price Match

Jealousy is a homewrecker and proud

It’s also a natural human emotion

When everyone’s dreams keep living

While yours keep dying

Planting new seeds

Hoping some potential can be spared

 

Everything is on sale

Except the sale itself

Can’t be happy in the sky

Or on the ground

If you’re not happy at all

I’m not talking about me

Or am I?

 

Flowers speak a love language

The moon suddenly smiled brighter than the sun

Almost like a flicker of hope

Glass slippers never alone together

Many worlds in one room

 

It was never my intention

To let my life pass me by

Sometimes, it just happens

Lost inside myself

Safe inside myself

Torrential rain won’t stop me

Don’t look at me like that

 

More than a percentage

More than a label

More than a dream

More than you and your vultures

 

Sad pages come before revelations

It is what it is

Existence is a dichotomy

It’s finally starting to make sense

No Faith in Immortality

I tried to warn you

But you wouldn’t listen

This is part of who I am

You judged me all wrong

Caverns cave in

 

You can’t live my life for me

Or live vicariously through me

No matter how much you may want to

When I’m ready to go,

Let me go

Light and darkness spinning inside me

Vertigo dance of the broken healer

 

I don’t want to live forever

But my soul does

I don’t want to die

But sometimes I do

What’s a birth

Without a rebirth?

 

My dreams haven’t changed

They’ve been amended

To make me happier

And feel more possible

Fondness

My insides are always changing

While my outsides pretty much stay the same

How would anyone know that I was sad

Unless I said so?

Escaped from an escape to create some semblance of home

I need to love myself like I mean it

Everyone only shows you what they want you to see

Or at least what they want you to believe

 

My thoughts tend to overpower my voice

I wish I could manage this construct we call time

But I can’t because I’m human

It’s easier to run out of control

A juxtaposition of supply and demand

 

I have myself

When I’m okay

I have myself

I am okay

For the time being

Don’t think like that

I will be okay

 

I’m a wanderer

Just as much as I crave normality

Break me down like an esteemed literary work

I’m bored

I’m excited

So much I want to do

So much I’m not sure how I’m going to do

Leave me alone and help me

 

At least I’ve got you

You deal with it too

You understand

That’s also a con

Because you won’t always be there

Correction: you’re always here

But not always on time

Don’t you just love loving someone?

Sugar, Spice, and Everything Not So Nice

Sputtering words like too much maple syrup

Hitting the showers to be alone

I’ve got the practice

I’ve got the experience

National parks of motivation dying off

Yet, multiple halls of fame for ambition

I would rather travel than time travel

Regrets won’t ever not be painful

 

Crave something sweeter

It takes time to be satisfied

If you make it to that point

You have appeal

If you’re not satisfied with your life yet,

Then spice it up

I keep losing my balance

Some part of me is always hurting

Is there such a thing as an easy process?

 

I want to be busy being free

So that the days won’t feel so long and empty

Or short and fatal

I can’t come up with an excuse

When I’m trying to tell the truth

I’m fine in this moment

Nobody and nothing to compare

Let me be okay, alright?

 

Another night

Living out a dream

Another night

Lost in a carbon monoxide cloud

In my own head

I refuse to just sit and stay

I’m finding my place of peace

I’m running to you

That’s where I am

Sunflower

Throwing myself into my personal studies

Of the laws of attraction,

Energy, symbols, signs, the universe,

And the facts

Shedding skins of envy

In favor of hopeful orbs and real life

 

What more could you want?

I gave you everything

While saving the more for myself

Like you do

 

We learned to love ourselves

Like we could love each other

Life’s greatest lessons are forever

I can adapt to any situation

Be your versatile solution

Especially with time

 

Just hold me

I need your love, but I still know my worth

You make life brighter

When the true you shines

 

The door to your room in my mind is always open

You’re not perfect, but your halo remained intact

If you can be a successful something wonderful,

Then I can too

If I can figure myself out

And become stronger and braver as a result,

Then so can you

 

If this is so right,

Then I really hope that I’m not wrong

For a change

Pious Hallway

Time always seems to move

Too fast or too slow

And when it stands still,

That’s when I need to move

It’s okay to be unsure

But the thought of being unsure forever

Terrifies me

 

I want to be seen for what I am

Not what my fear chooses to reveal

 

Am I wrong for believing

That several of my impossible ideas

Are actually possible?

Is the water that I dove into

Too deep or just right

For all of these new heights I’m reaching?

 

What if there is no other side

And we’re just told to make the best

Of what we don’t have

I’m over it

Yet, still stressed

Why am I like this?

 

I can’t be forced to feel what I don’t

 

You can’t fly without falling

But doesn’t falling lead to broken wings?

Then, how will you ever fly again?

We’re all going to die someday anyway

The flight won’t even last

 

I think it’s time to fight the power

That I didn’t choose

Destination

Not everything is meant to stay the same

My trust is more limited now

And that’s a beautiful thing

Never been a morning person

That doesn’t mean I want to dread waking up

I’d rather throw my problems out the window

 

I know the truth that they refuse to accept

I’ve been writing the words that they’re thinking

But are scared to say

A lane of my own

The murder mystery that helped me figure myself out

Acting like my life’s rightful owner

Too easy

I’m in and you’re out

 

Letting go of who and what poisoned me

Stepping over who and what stifled my creativity

If I’m not growing,

If I’m not happy,

Sorry not sorry, I’ll pass

 

The light doesn’t seem so far away anymore

I can’t let my dreams be stagnant

My love is not real estate

They lied enough to make beds

Now, they can break them like those promises

I’m better off

They may try to come back

But little do they know,

I’m long gone