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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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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

I Think I’m in Love, But You Don’t Know What Love Is

You tell me that I’m playing hard to get

But warn your friends to keep their distance

We fight for the breakup

And break up for the make up

Or just the drama that accompanies it all

 

Seduced by the thrill of the chase

By the romantic high hopes

By seduction itself

No happy medium of slowing down and moving too fast

 

I tell you that I’m cool with just friends

Or just flirting

But gush to my friends about how happy, yet frustrated you make me

We’re obsessed with the thought of loving each other

And hating each other

And/or the media is our role model

 

You starve me of affection

Until I’m only full of you

You take what I give

Rarely returning what you take

Are we in love with lust

Or in lust with love?

 

It’s all fun until it’s not fun anymore

It’s just a game until somebody gets hurt

It’s just a joke until the party’s over

Infidelity is the culture

And attention is the goal…

But a broken heart is a cry for help

 

The happy ending leads to tragedy

Everyone wants a piece of the broken hearts

But some genuinely do want to put the pieces together

All I wanted was you, but I needed more

Pedigree On Hold

Spirituality and convenient love or hate

Are not the same

For better or worse?

More like for “better”; against “worse”

The division gets longer

 

Flag prop

A dystopia slowly coming true

Push back and pivot

For the innocent daisies

Home of the brave

Derailing into being

So fucking phobic

So many corrupt food webs for destruction

 

Each individual with a different definition

Of “outcast”

Underdogs chastised for daring to step outside their label

The fake are praised for being real

While the real are degraded for being fake

 

Wants are often confused with needs

Empathy is put on the back burner

Uncivilized debates about beliefs

Politicians refusing to care about

The people they were “elected” to serve

Take the “F” Out of “Life”

You need a job?

Well, experience is required for experience

You need free time?

Too bad because “time is money”

Control is out of control

I’m tired of repetitive hypocrisy

I’m tired of being tired

Expectations are boring

Common sense is a rarity

Respect is expensive

 

I’m no angel, but I’m definitely not evil

I know that much for sure

I’m not crazy about my complicated existence

But I would go crazy if it were always simple

 

If you need me, you don’t act like it

But honestly, I’m better off healthy

Keeping my distance from those who love with pernicious undertones

Better late than never

I procrastinate until I have no choice

But to overwork myself or fail

Both effects are inevitable

I’m okay now

But everyone wants to get higher

The ultimate fantasy is made up of millions

Of smaller fantasies, larger numbers, and multiple steps

 

Drowning out the negative voices

Inside and outside of my head

And amplifying the uplifting ones

A daily struggle

Heart’s homeostasis

Going through metamorphosis

What’s real that isn’t ruled by fear?

Who really wants to live a li[f]e?

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