Subliminal

Bring your own hurricane

It’ll help you stand out

Everyone loves a disaster

Until it’s natural

Make a museum out of going viral

Keep adding wings because we want to fly

 

The cardiac arrest is in development

Genius brains are under construction

The wind can make you look strong

And feel weak

 

Being afraid is so in right now

Because fear makes you do stupid things

Your bravery made you a superstar

 

The grass is alive

Under all of the concrete

They said never give up, so we quit

Now, we’re sleeping with dead fish

And turning our water into wine

Because we’re not sure what to do with our lives

 

The line to the cemetery is getting shorter

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Autopsy

I returned from a war that never ends

Fighting a losing battle that I sometimes win

I want to be known, but invisible

Don’t say my name, but also do

My heart screams to the heavens

From the underworld

Raised to appreciate the spotlight and attention

But I need time to withdraw to survive

 

Confidence is my question that has no answer

“Just do this, just do that”

”Just be this, just be that”

”Just say this, just say that”

Listen, you can’t just throw me into open season

I am bold on my own terms

 

Shy to sassy like flicking a light switch

Writing mental prescriptions for adrenaline and sedatives

Naked in the sky with diamonds

Then, running to hide behind the next lunar eclipse

I’m not ready until I say so

But as soon as I am, you’ve got a big storm coming

 

An affinity for morbid humor and a habit of biting my tongue

A vice of a desire to hurt and a longing to heal

I’d rather cry every day than feel numb

I’m not afraid to be open anymore

Not completely unafraid though

But I’ll make it work

Charismatic

I don’t live in luxury

So, that means I have to hate the skin I’m in?

And so that you can sell your products?

What photoshopped happiness is this?

 

Consume more pain

The temporary pleasure will take the pain away

You need a magazine cover to be original

People will tell other people to respect your privacy

So that they can invade it in peace

And nothing is more real than reality TV

 

How do you love

When your favorite person is your favorite object?

How do you live with yourself

When you make someone not want to live themselves?

I don’t see the appeal

Of getting popular from who or what you steal

Beating broken hearts black and blue

 

You’ve got the look

All you need is the image

Don’t be yourself

Unless you have nothing to lose

 

There’s no time like tonight

Let’s catch up when there’s no time

I love what you can do for me

City of Sinful Innocence

Angel wings painted on walls

They wouldn’t exist otherwise

I’m bored of always wanting more

But not much else happens around here

Chasing paper to afford the opportunity

To take aesthetic photos in front of waterfalls

Three cheers for youth, ownership, and off-key symphonies

 

Tired of the small talk traced back to small minds

Rumors preferred over truth

Since you don’t have to hide what’s out in the open

We got everything we wanted and it wasn’t even worth it!

Look at how happy we are!

 

Walk of fame or walk of shame?

It doesn’t matter what you choose

Everything comes with a price anyway

If parties are fun, why is it so easy

To feel like you’re having fun wrong?

That’s no fun

Buzzkill or be killed

 

Grinding until we’re in the ground

Sometimes, sooner than later

What is it all for?

What does it all mean?

Deeply fearful of misplacing the last bit of innocence in me

Poetic Justice Society

If it’s impossible

To run out of topics to write about,

Why are there writers

Who gave up on writing?

 

Suddenly, content is more prized

Than creativity

Right is wrong

And wrong is right

Seeking advice from ghosts

Critics analyzing everything about you

Except your work

Rare if temporarily forgotten

 

Tear me to pieces

To take a piece of my heart

Love idolized in order to be a commodity

Known to be known

Leaving a legacy

A legend if only for a night

 

On trial and the guilty

Are hailed as innocent

While the innocent

Are judged the worst in the world

 

What if that feeling I had

Was my intuition talking

Because that would change everything

When muses are plagiarized,

All I want to be is myself

All I ever want to be is honest

With myself

With others

With my readers

 

Didn’t you hear?

I feel more like myself than ever before

We’re more in love than ever before

We’re getting married

Until life and death keep us together

Not For Sale

Pandering is easy money

To attempt to become

Everything you’re not

Everything you’ll never be

The thing is that people don’t know

What they like

Until they give it a try

Brands are some trying times

 

I won’t fall apart

I won’t need to worry about winning or losing

If I don’t bother playing their game

Lessons learned

 

Oh wow

So many connotations for selling out

What feels right?

Language is perceptive

Actions are persuasive

Going, going, gone

Still around?

 

Sets being set up

Trending for no good reason

Or maybe there is?

Who knows?

Who knew?

Lies are accustomed to shielding the truth

The cutest couple

Not all of them are as happy as they look

 

The only thing missing is

Authenticity

I’ll admit to being a follower

Oh, you thought that I would stay there?

You were wrong about me

The Whole Expectations Thing Has Been Done Before

Low high

High low

Where do you go

When you’re lost in your mind?

Did you find yourself in your status update?

 

Wrong when right

Right when wrong

No line drawn

Between famous and verified

You’re doing nothing with your life

And telling everyone that you made it

 

You see photos and videos of a lifestyle

And decide that’s what you want

If you’re following it,

Then it becomes your dream

Are you happy?

Are you sure?

 

If magic is real,

You despise it

No one and nothing is allowed

To seem to have a better life than you

You wander without wanderlust

From bright city lights

To tropical resort paradises

From brand to brand

From friend to friend

From lover to lover

 

You stand out by blending in

You get close to make it more satisfying

To leave

You think in plans

So you never have to feel guilty

Couldn’t have expected more

From a living shipwreck