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

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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

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

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

Individual Plus One

It’s a slow burn

That’s about to go up in flames

I’d walk through fire for that creative misery

 

Habitual in our insecurity and confidence

Can’t sleep without remembering

But I’ll sleep alone

Until I can sleep next to you

 

You dream at high speeds

I can keep up from right here for hours on end

 

Your energy is like breaking glass

And dancing on the shards with a smile

Surprisingly, I relate

Because I’m a summer ballerina

With a penchant for dancing in the dark

 

All of our friends are either wasted

Or passed out from exhaustion

We’re still awake, even though we’re tired too

Tonight is a brand new day

Online anger has no place

In our personal space

 

You’re all about me and I’m all about you

 

My head is in the clouds the majority of the time

It keeps me down to earth

When everyone else hates gravity

I remind me of you

You’re my best friend who I’ve never met

Maybe, hopefully, we just haven’t met yet

 

Single goals make for double trouble

We like it like that

Sailing a rainbow bloodstream

If we have to die, we’re going to die happy

Mission decided

Chameleon-type fashion, but make it love

 

Knight in rusted armor and with a free mind

Princess ditched her crown for freedom