All the animals roam the streets

While flowers grow between concrete

Empty places devoid of life

Our sacrifice to undo the divide

So hold on

It’s healing

Hold on

To all those feelings

After all the insanity is done

We will emerge as one

We will emerge as one

Why Happiness is Reality Minus Expectations is Unrealistic

Someone left me with this quote to ponder about. I am a firm believer every situation we go through has something to teach us; even the garbage experiences. So here’s my mic drop to those who follow this quote as if they’re some kind of deep intellectual. Haha.

Having low expectations in order to achieve fulfillment might seem like a good idea but it’s not realistic. Expectations are impossible to eliminate. To do so would be lowering your morals, standards, and inviting low energy vampires into your life. If you desire your reality to be filled with low vibrational energy go right ahead. If that’s your idea of happiness then I pity you because you’re selling yourself short. What an injustice to yourself!

Following some quote like this as if it is the answer to avoiding disappointment is avoidance of a necessary emotion: pain. Pain can transform into one of the most powerful teachers you’ll ever know. As a society, I think we have avoided feeling pain by never risking showing compassion to others out of fear of being hurt. The reality is we miss out of real connection when we avoid expectations. It’s simple. People either fulfill you or drain you. Avoiding this equation for happiness actually makes it a lot easier to make decisions in life. Yes, some of those decisions will cause yourself or others pain but it is necessary. To live by this quote is to not embrace your subconscious, which is part of who you are. These expectations can actually protect us from not settling for situations and people who are not right for our path. And once you see the whole picture, the pain of leaving things behind that do not serve you becomes less of an obstacle. Learning to preserve your own happiness in the face of obstacles threatening to uproot it, is the way to happiness. Not only are you being authentic to yourself but also to the world around you.

Not Even a Sound

Can’t trust anyone

All out for themselves

Can’t see clearly

Beyond yourselves

Grab the money

Discard the love

Fall in line

Embrace the hell


All my tears extinguish the flames

All the lonely nights already came

All the knives are on the ground

I won’t speak to any of you

Not even a sound

What goes around must come down


Can’t believe anyone

All full of lies

Can’t even speak

Without their ego aside

I’m always apologizing

For their misplaced pride

Told to be an optimist

While their pessimism resides

Projection won’t save any of you

From what you truly feel inside

How can you feel while living a lie?

Rise from the Dust

Sold me a lie

I had to keep deep inside

Sold me a line

That couldn’t withstand time

Now my heart is in a bind

Wrapped in the devil energy

That made you blind


Nothing can save you from yourself

Not me, no one else

Tried to bring love

But you put me on a shelf

Now you had to watch me melt

Turn to ashes then rise from the dust


Sold me a dream

I thought was a reality

Sold me what to believe

Rather than the fallacy

Now I am drowning in what I can’t see

Wrapped in the current of what could be.

Towers Comin’ In

Going around the same ol’ track, I know

Walking on the same ol’ beaten path, I know

My eyes see everything

You’ve never told

Not going to fit inside your mold (you know)

Not going to ignore which way you try to make this go (you know)


The towers coming in

Towers coming in

You will never win

Spiteful tongues of sin

Drowned your voice within

And buried your heart

With a fictional grin


Going around the same ol’ rotten group, I know

Singin’ the songs I played while on mute, I know

My soul knows everything

Where you’ve been

And what direction you’re headed in (you know)

But you’ll never find cupid’s arrow (you know)

It’s in the back of everyone you know

In the back of every love you know.

Sewn Shut

My mouth is sewn shut

My mouth is sewn shut

All the world roams mindlessly about

Doesn’t know what’s happening

When I stop and count

All the knives in my back

Crawling on this route


Can’t feel my face

Can’t feel my heart

Can’t feel anything anymore

Enough to pout

Gotta get out of this mess

They try to destroy my happiness

Back me into a corner

While acting like I’m blessed


My mind is blocked off

My mind is blocked off

Have to survive

Put the cruelty aside

Know they put me down

Because of misplaced pride

Know I have to escape

This broken down ride

No one sees from the outside.

Miss Redemption

It really felt like he was there. His disgusting, alcohol-filled breath, mixed with an inability to give any compassion cocktail. Thank goodness it was just a nightmare so she could awaken to what felt like a dream. But of course, he just couldn’t let her be in her four walls of decay. Couldn’t let her blindly seek to crawl her way out of the false reality he forged with tactical gaslighting. Sleep deprivation, degradation, over-sexualization, with the occasional admiration; just to mess with her head.

His voice echoed: You’re crazy.

Hers screamed: It’s crazy to chose to torture someone you love.

At one point in time, those closest to her couldn’t fathom such tactics would be used in this world. It was an invisible war, constructed to cause her instability, rage, sadness, and an overall breakdown.

I’m done. I’m so done with being a toy on the ground for the vilest people in the world try to play with. When is someone actually going to give a crap about how their actions hurt other people? Is it that difficult for some people?! She thinks.

Everything has become so clear to her now. The rose-colored glasses are now smashed to the ground. Nothing real ever existed there. And if it did, it could never be enjoyed. Endless competition, proving her worth, and a battlefield where in the end she was left in the center with no one shielding her. A bunch of cowards operating in a pack, going after what they perceived was the weakest person, but in fact was the strongest. And in that moment, she rose, took off the armor, threw her sword and left the fight. For sometimes it’s better not to turn into what you despise.

It’s Okay

Tried to shut me up

But I grew louder instead

All those bullets built up

Turned me to lead

Lucky I didn’t burn the bed

Where your heart rests while it’s dead

But I’m still standing in this cool, dark place

I’ve gotten used to it

My friends say it’s a waste

But oh I see so clearly

All the people who have their back to me

And it’s okay

Yeah, it’s okay


Go ahead and turn back around

Avoid eye contact

Try to make me frown

None of these people are going to get me down

I just spin my chair up until it’s doesn’t come down


Tried to crack me open

But I didn’t make a sound

All those knives in my back

Turned right around

Could have played nice

But you chose the ground

Now eat the dirt

You thought was the miracle you found

I’m no longer bound

And that’s okay

Oh, it’s okay.

Puppets & Puppetmaster’s of Social Media

In the day and age where social media has become ingrained into our daily lives, I have to ask the question: is this healthy? The answer is both yes and no. It ultimately depends on the person behind the keyboard.

Imagine you are a puppet master and all your friends or followers are attached to your online version of self with strings. These strings can either control them or they can control their own reaction based upon the authenticity of your online persona. Too many people are creating a version of themselves online that is extreme, brash, egotistical, shallow, materialistic, and/or pretentious. And I hate to say it, but it is always creating a mirroring of these qualities based upon the initial influencers influence they have upon others. This is problematic because the more people give into this false sense of self, the more they succumb to attracting other false personas into their real life or perspectives. So before you go out on the social media turf, think about what you want to attract and why. Think about who you are potentially pushing away as well by posting this hard-shelled version of yourself.

And boy, is this kind of antic rewarded heavily with likes, comments, and follows. The rush of dopamine invades the psyche like the nicotine rush of a cigarette. But is it rewarding long term? Does it actually feel fulfilling at the end of the night? Many won’t admit this, but it doesn’t. If anything it hinders the ability to connect with others based upon vulnerabilities, reality, and an honest exchange of perceptions of life. It cuts like a knife through all those who are intelligent enough to see through your facade. And then you look around you, realize you’re surrounded by a bunch of people who are actually afraid to speak their truth, lack healthy self confidence, and haven’t developed the ability to get validation through themselves. When you think about it, most of these traits come from a sort of narcissism. This narcissism is not going to be appealing to those who are authentically being themselves, introspecting, and have healthy self-esteem. Eventually, they will find more appealing influences to admire. So to those who say social media isn’t real life, I beg to differ. If it didn’t have an effect on real life, then people wouldn’t be so invested in it, we wouldn’t see a lot of people on their phones. It is ultimately up to you to create a healthy and authentic version of yourself online so choose wisely.