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?

 

Are You Not Entertained?

It’s hard enough to tell traumatic truths

Then we get called liars

In other situations, it’s easier to lie

But that takes an expensive toll over time

 

Sometimes, hard work is rewarding

But overall, history hasn’t been kind

Either shamed for being alone

Or not allowed to be

 

We have battle wounds

That are forbidden to heal

Over and over, our scars are reopened

Then we get blamed for feeling “too much”

Stone cold isn’t feminine enough

Although, all of these labels are constructs

Disguised as the gifts that keep on giving

A bloodstained brick road

 

Heavy heart

Searching for the light

In the miracle of life

My soul is not yours to steal and sell

You’ll never know me just by looking at me

Hibernating inside is a power once only dreamed of

 

Streetlights like haunting spotlights

This smile feels like part of a costume

There’s an end in sight

But it keeps getting pulled further out of reach

Fear and courage fertilize each other

You can’t give me one good reason to surrender

 

Paid less than we’re worth

Treated as less than we’re worth

Potential danger in every interaction

Yet, we blossom in spite of it all

The Artist

You wake up inside a dream

But you’re not asleep

It’s all real and it can be a nightmare

They want you to run and hide

Only after performing

For their entertainment

Your feelings are a commodity

Beautiful tragedy

But your dreams are made of

What you make them

Trying not to melt under the pressure

 

I don’t want the glory

Unless it’s for being me

The truth is that I lie sometimes

When asked how I am

I can’t take it anymore

Until I can

 

Loud when I’m low

Why can’t I live and survive

At the same time?

Death is the expected surprise

 

Have it all

And still want more

That’s how they drag you down to their level

And attempt to keep your pain invisible

 

Rip my heart out

And leave it on the ground to bleed

I’ll pick it up later

And share it with the world

 

They almost broke you

Tracing knives across your nerve endings

They want what they want

Not what you need

 

I hope I was able to save your life

When I saved mine

However, it’s not a responsibility or obligatory

It may have been the result of an act of passion

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

 

Who?

What?

When?

Where?

Why?

How?

And repeat

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

It’s Getting Dark

Once I’m in, all I want is out

I’ll never be the same

But I saw the opportunity and took it

Vampire bites and dreams of games

That are constantly played in real life

Little did my inner child know

Forced pity makes me sick

I don’t need it from you if it’s nothing more than a requirement

 

I think a part of me is scared to achieve

Because it could be taken from me

I know I should be living for myself

So, don’t abuse my love because I still need to use it

 

I join to avoid

It’s no problem

The air is getting heated

We have to suffocate to enjoy the party

They took the red pill and they took the blue

I cried in the bathroom and took the purple

It’s all uphill from here

Because I’ve already been down

Time to be more alone than feel it

 

Caught in the pouring rain

With no idea what kind of moment to have

To let it be depressing

To come alive

Or ignore it

Just another rainy day or night

A member of too many cliques to count

And every single one has a loose screw