The Surrealist

Surrealist (noun): an artist who seeks to release the unconscious mind's creative potential.

Anxiety attack- 

I cover my face but that does nothing.

I can hear the blood rushing through my ears. 

The switching of my palms. 

My hair skims against the tips of my fingers. 

I feel each fiber of my clothing against my skin. 

Somehow my breathing has become louder.

I'm gasping for air as if I'm drowning. 

The lights are too bright. 

The world is too loud. 

The sound of silence is my favorite- is that sad?

Kingdom Come- 

Angel wings fly high to take me away 

To the promised land you promised me one day

Where nobody laughs but nobody cries 

Where nobody speaks but nobody lies 

Because I don’t want to die 

But I can’t stand being alive 

Queen of Tears- 

Eyes like diamonds 

Hair like quartz 

Nails like rubies 

Her face is a work of art 

She’s the queen of tears 

She’s cried a thousand of them for you

Grown well beyond her years 

And she did it all for you

Rollercoaster- 

The roller coaster of life is completely terrifying. 

It's your first time riding the roller coaster and you have no idea what comes next. 

Your heart may drop. 

You may love the ride or dread every turn, waiting for the moment it ends. 

You may reach a peak and you hold your breath waiting for what you know exists but you cannot prepare for. 

All you can do is trust, it’s too late to turn back. By the time you become accustomed and begin to fully enjoy the ride-

It ends 

Snow Day- 

There is something so magical 

About seeing a snowy field on a winters day 

You can wipe away the snow 

To find the grass underneath 

Green, glistening 

And very much alive

Fake, aren't you?- 

I fought for my scars

You drew yours on 

Give me a sign 

If you don’t have a cause 

Then help me with mine 

What you've become- 

“I hated that girl” 

“I hated that boy”

The only thing you’re doing is setting yourself up for a story

“I hate your name” 

“I hate your face” 

Stop insulting me it’s getting boring 

You set yourself up 

You just get pushed down. 

I’m practically living on the ground now. 

So I’ll just stay down. In the dirt.

Nothing will change. 

For the very last time- 

Do you remember when we thought 8 was late? 

The summer we were kids for the last time

Music affects our whole mood. 

Rules don’t exist 

Meant to be like adults but treated like kids 

Pick a category 

It’s all you’ll ever be. 

Expectations are who we are.

So what’s it like to be free? 

ADHD- 

It’s not being ‘normal’ 

Nobody believes it’s actually me 

Cause I used to be quiet and shy 

I wasn’t a hyperactive tween 

I have mixed emotions related to just about everything 

I love telling stories but I hate the judgment and anxiety. 

I can’t help but make complications. 

Re-runs of my mistakes are my favorite compilation. 

Why pretend to be someone I’ll never be? 

Fourth of July- 

Fireworks explode showering bursts of light into the black sky 

Sparklers and glow sticks light up the world from beneath

A thousand barbecues, fizzy drinks, snacks, and cookies burnt from the distraction of buzzing around outside

Waiting in darkness only lit by the flashes of light overhead until you can’t un-hear the crackling sounds of the night 

Long after you go inside and force sleep, the explosions and shouts of laughter continue until the early hours of the morning. 

Rainy Day- 

Frog croaking

Echoes of a guard dog 

Sound of rain on the roof

Water carelessly drips into a pool 

The drainage has a small leak. 

Raindrops slide down the metal railings of the stairs 

Leaves glisten and rustle in time with rain. 

Soft wind chimes coming from the end of the balcony 

Slow breaths in and out, creating clouds of mist 

Shapes and Colors- 

Yellow is happiness. 

Boredom is gray.

Blue is calm

Rainbow is another day.

Opportunity- 

Perspectives are what make us open-minded. 

Opinions are what make us unique. 

Questions are what make us try. 

And mistakes are what make us think.

Salt- 

Would you take the knife out of my back? 

Would you care for my wounds

But you never cut me 

So how could I bleed on you 

Trouble in Paradise- 

Roses the color of blood 

Stained with my mistakes 

All the good things die young 

But most of them were fake

It's okay- 

All I was was your first mistake 

I don’t blame you, but it hurts the same 

I have scars under my skin 

Why can’t I ever win 

I missed you today 

I love you,

Just not in the same way 

Sandcastles- 

Cold sparkling sand thickly dusts the ground 

Water laps against the shore 

Branches of coral 

The occasional dotting of soul-less shells left by creatures long ago 

Schools of brightly colored fish 

Lie just beneath the outstretched glassy surface 

The tired sun glows from behind a steely cloud 

A deep bell rings from somewhere 

Seagulls screech from the sky above 

The world isn’t awake yet 

Good 

Life is- 

Life is a disaster 

Life is loss 

Life is crying 

Life is celebrating  

Life is laughing 

Life is loving 

Life is trying 

But most of all 

Life eventually means dying 

"Keep your words nice and sweet"-

They say to sugarcoat your words 

But that’s something we could never do 

The sweet sugarcoat always hurts my teeth 

I’m not very nice but I promise I’m not trying to hurt you

City of mine- 

Cold smoke floats through the air 

Stars shine from somewhere up there 

With lights blinking below 

With all the people inside 

Your sounds soothed my mind 

And the differences

Made it feel like home 

No noisy neighbors to wake me up in the morning 

Or train sounds to tell me to go home 

Green-

Green Converse, crossed feet, stuck out the window 

Deep breaths, hair blown back, relaxed for the first time all-day 

Warm night air, wind blaring by, rumbling of car engine beneath me 

Stars in the sky blinking through the smoke, neon signs shining in the dark, passing under streetlights 

Your hand on mine 

Alyssa-

I love plants but I always kill them

Maybe you could be the one to save them 

And maybe 

Save me along the way