Almost Hopeless

I wish I didn’t feel so alone in my dreams

Every time I gain, I lose

And every time I lose, I gain

Tossing bouquets over the bridge

To bloom again


Who am I?

Who will I become?


I wish I could walk into your heart

And somehow match the beat with mine

To love both of us enough

I wish I could be closer to you

And somehow take solace in your mind

We could each make up for what the other lacks


You want to avoid it

But not because you’re afraid of change

Am I inconvenient

Or are we in the wrong time and place?


Stuck in the elevator

That appears to go nowhere

Until there’s a fire

To drive everybody out


I can feel your rainbow


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

Problem Solving

What does the life of future me look like?

If I don’t even know,

Then neither does anyone else

I found my mind, but it’s heavy


Slippery slope shot and missed

Death is dead

I don’t feel like I won anything


If I said that I’m not fine,

Don’t tell me that I am

Please don’t lie to me

Because you wouldn’t if you gave a damn


There are too many people that feel like this

That live like this

A fix is not a cure

Goodbyes are hard

Whether dragged out or cut short

No longer ignored

At the same time, has gotten worse


You’re listening, but you don’t hear us

You care, but not until it’s too late

You hear us, but you’re not listening

Broken and alone, we carry the weight

Our well-being is not a burden

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


Ghost wandering the halls

She thought she knew herself

Falls asleep only when it’s too late

To rest

Couldn’t choose a lucky star

So every night, she thanks all of them

Doesn’t want to be normal or abnormal

Just trying to stay alive

When it seems like her mind and body want her dead


Warmth feels cold

She’d give anything to feel anything else

Continues to put others before herself

Nobody ever warned her

That having too much of a kind heart could be bad for her health


Goddess watering the garden

Where everything struggles to grow

Yet, she still has hope

Driven to sobbing heaps on the ground

Screaming inside her head

Until she has a headache

That sticks around

Seeing the dark sides of nursery rhymes

And her buried childhood


Awake inside a bittersweet dream again

Feel something, feel something, feel something

No, not that


Not that

Jumping in and out of earthquake ruptures

Holding scar tissue’s hand

They told her to carry on

Where are they now?

She needs help, but doesn’t want it


Her life is a beautiful, vicious cycle

You might see her ghost wandering the halls

Breaking Tradition

An uncomfortable kind of comfortable

A blinding light that some refuse to see

Deafening cries that some refuse to hear

If your breath gets taken away,

That doesn’t mean you can’t breathe



I’m a little lost

I’m never too young or old to need help




I have a lot to say

Yet, I feel like I’ve done more listening than speaking

Listening isn’t a bad thing though

Some people do more speaking than listening

Too much or not enough can each be recipes for disaster




Caught in a whirlwind

Of doves and mockingbirds

Great stories torn apart by sides

There won’t be any getting along

Until everyone can admit when they’re wrong




My life

My words

Nothing to prove

Everything to live for

Rosemary Land

The past keeps making a comeback

Bones ache underneath youthful skin

Who gave the toxic waste a microphone?

Got any spare guts to spill?

It’s a starry night

If only we cared enough to see it

Fires are drop dead beautiful

Be alright for a few hours

The night is almost over


Have you found your purpose yet?

It’s safe to lose yourself here and now

And look as good as you’re trying to feel

Chew and swallow

Crushed or cubed ice

Donate your soul for research


Take a hike and follow the path

That was strayed from

Peace and quiet seems too sweet and quiet

Giving your worth away

To a debt that won’t leave you alone

What are you left with?


The past keeps making a comeback

Flowers wilt in an endless downpour

Question every question

Because questions make decisions








And repeat