Sensitive

I could never be stoic

It’s impossible

I’ve got the world on my shoulders

And the world’s emotions in my heart

Being sensitive doesn’t mean

That I’m stupid, weak, or naive

My heart beats for love

And that gives me all of the strength

That I could ever need

You don’t know what I’m thinking

But I know how you’re feeling

Because I likely feel it too

Tender and tough

I won’t hide how I feel

Or how you make me feel

For your comfort

I feel with my whole body

Taking over all of my thoughts

Never really over

I’m a sensitive soul

Must be where my wisdom comes from

There is no textbook

That can teach you life lessons

There is no shame or abnormality

In having and showing feelings

It’s contagious

Overwhelmed with tears, smiles, screams, conversations, and silence

It’s not easy

But I wouldn’t change it

I was born ready

Monochrome

Color

Paint

Draw

Color

By number

All the same

In a simple way

 

Productivity

A mountain to climb

A hill to die on

An illusion to survive on

 

Feelings shiver and shake

Like earthquakes

Changing the groundwork

Laid by heathens and heroes

 

Seeing red

Seeing green

Seeing blind

Seeing the light

One day

Sometimes

At last

Love[r] Language

A dream come true

But the reality is

It was just a dream

Projecting pain instead of healing it

Texting a love letter

That gets left on “read”

Or worse, just “delivered”

 

Expectations and standards

Hold each other’s hands tighter

Than we ever could

Or ever did

From favorite person

To I don’t want to see or talk to you

Ever again

 

What is actually wrong

Can feel so right

Distracted

By the crushing

The fucking and leaving

The unclear communication

Alone automatically equals lonely

On the Inside, Looking Out

Dancing around my room

To do a deep clean of my soul

Making myself laugh in the bathroom mirror

When it feels like I could cry

Flopping onto my bed, chairs, and the floor

When you’re tired of many things,

You settle for comfortable

 

Familiar surroundings

Associated with familiar feelings

What’s the weather like there?

It’s like me

 

Tell me that time is of the essence

I’ll tell you that time doesn’t exist

Savor it; don’t rush it

Why are we in such a hurry to die?

The truth is juicy shock value

Stages of life claim to be the expectation

Where’s the originality?

Industries came marching in

Disguised as saints

To crush dreams of morning glories

 

Idolizing influencers who are often under the influence

Awards on award shows seem like participation trophies

I could live without my phone

But could you live without judging others?

I doubt that I’m alone in this

Sometimes, I impulsively isolate

It’s nothing personal, but if the shoe fits…

 

I’m inside out of my mind

Always cold, so I parade around

In a bathrobe like it’s a wedding dress

Your normal is my discomfort zone

Love the lonely

Insanity

If you have nothing nice to say,

You make sure that you say it all

You complain about being broke to relate

Then somehow, take an exotic trip every holiday

I don’t know you

And I don’t want to

 

Robotic aliens

So high

Bad means a good time

 

You make me sick

Don’t want to change

Just want the redemption narrative

All over your feed

Damage control laced with the damage you caused

A million wrongs won’t make a right

 

If you don’t have everything,

You make sure everyone thinks that you do

Your captions are a diary

But they don’t relate to you

Bodies are temporary

Karma is forever

In and Out of Purgatory

We ask each other how we’re feeling

But do we honestly want to know?

Sometimes

And now, the power is out

 

Any new nomadic secrets to tell?

Never, because they’re already known

 

Blood on the floor, the walls, and inside us

Could we have scared ourselves on purpose

And ended up in an accident or two?

What’s the use?

In certain places, reality becomes distorted

Where the ugliest sides of pain are worshipped as beautiful

 

A fight broke out on the balcony

An angel fell from the roof

And we missed the shooting star

Is all of this worth remembering?

We’ve got love hidden behind our backs

A smile on our faces

On to the next one

 

Told you so

I’m listening…

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

Preview

Anything that’s an escape from this arduous life

Has the potential to be a love of my life

Cruelty is limiting the freedom that brings pure happiness

Setting alarms deserves a do-over

Feeling a little vengeful and unhinged

On the weekends

 

Let’s make a plan and deviate from it entirely

Gamble with time at a casino where nobody wins or loses

 

What we do for fun brings rainbows to our heartbeats

Dancing and laughing through the streets

All the way home

The most intense pain arrives when it’s over

 

What if everybody was a leader?

Would the world be saved or end quicker?

Every group is outnumbered

Yet, there’s a sense of peace

Your life could be the number one movie in America someday

Imagine that

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