Whispers.

whispers: close your eyes.
darkness.
whispers: now look deeper.
darkness.
whispers: are you looking?
yes
whispers: look deeper.
darkness.
darkness.
darkness.
darkness.
Lights.
Dreams. 
Country Hills. Horse's footsteps on the beaten down dirt road. The mountain-tops, snow capped and tree covered.
City Lights. Tall buildings replacing stars. Traffic. Horns. Screams. Shouts of delight and joy.
Dreams. 
whispers: Can you feel it?
yes
whispers: good. now open your eyes.

City Lights?
Country Road?
Snow-capped Mountains?
Or Nothing?
Do you see Nothing?
What is Nothing?
The blank wall of your apartment building.
The steering wheel of your car.
The illuminated screen of your laptop.
The stale Chinese food that is all you have for dinner.
The bottle in your hand. The joint in the ash tray. The line on your coffee table.

What is nothing?
What is a Dream?
What is Darkness?
What is Light?

What do you see? And where will you Go?

whispers: you can't do it

darkness.
darkness.
darkness.
darkness.
Light. 

~ ~ ~ ~

Lyrics, from 10 Years:
From "Tightrope" - Over exposure of repetition blinds ambition slowly; Frozen in motion, time is ticking by with every moment.
From "11 a.m. (daydreamer)" - The daydreamers nightmare is to never even try.
Your time has slipped by.

Lyrics, from Innerpartysystem:
From "Squid" - You think you had it figured out.
Two car garage on a beautiful house.
Same routine keeps your feet to the ground.
You're boring me to death.

Hello morning sound alarms.
There's no turning this around.
The days are dragging out.
Don't you love it?

Repeat. [A Spoken Word]

This was written well over a year ago, but it still rings true. The emotion is definitely there. 
This was written for the purpose of being a spoken word poem, but without a working microphone, the quality does not come out too well, and yet I'm loath to wait any longer to post something that I think is beautiful..To me. So, here it is, a little taste of me.

I feel trapped. All the time now. All the time. I feel trapped in my skin, like it's crawling and I gotta rip it rip it, dammit, before it tightens too hard like a snake feeding, and I'm the mouse and I can't breath and my eyes are bulging and holy shit stop the crawling.

I feel trapped and helpless in the car. In the car where I can't breath and it's too hot and it's too cold and I have no control over where I'm going because I'm not steering. Riding passenger is comforting and nice and relaxing but now the music is too loud and the lights too bright and the temperature too wrong and dammit I grow restless and let me out let me out but the house is too far.

And you want to open the door and holy shit, feel the rush. The tearing wind in your face, grabbing your hair and slashing at your clothes and the fucking jump as you leap from the car and skid into the ground. That moment of free fall where seconds are minutes, hours, and then you crash and you [i]feel[/i] and you're exhilarated. In terrible pain from the road slicing off your crawling skin, but you're feeling and you're flying and time suddenly has meaning.

To feel so helpless and out of control. How ironic, to be in control for the first time in your life and feel so helpless. So trapped. So FUCKING trapped.

To be helpless and confused and at the mercy of so many other people. So many people who control your life in ways you never thought. In trivial ways that are so big. And to wonder and tense and you just want to SNAP. You bark at people to be in control of SOMETHING, to feel like all those people who control your life. To know maybe you can control someone else's life, too. That maybe your life has that much meaning to them, too. Yes. Yes. Yes.

To fucking feel.

To not be numb.

To not follow a routine.

To lash out.

Lash out.

Lash the fuck out.

And no one gets you like they used to. And you know you are changing. You know you are the one changing.

And you breath.

Inhale.

Exhale.

And you do it all again.

Tormented by your thoughts, and you do it all again.

For that peace of mind.

For the days you make it through, feeling normal and acting normal and passing as just another person on the street going through their life. All the things that matter. Counting on all the things that matter.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat.

-- Coryn Rose  

Whoops!/Back Burner

Oh, life.
But in a good way. (:

This won't be literary eloquent, unfortunately, but just a quick note on my absence (even before I could get started) and its continued length.

Some items have popped up (that I'm excited for in every manner) but that are going to require me to put this project on the back burner for the foreseeable future. When inspiration strikes, I will be right at the keyboard. However, for now, I don't want to tire myself out pushing myself too hard. Struggles are worth it, I know, but I'm going to concentrate on other matters at hand and return to this when the time is right. Sorry for backing out, even if only temporarily. I shall return.


XOXO -- Coryn Rose

Intro: Get to Know Me, and My Mission

Welcome! To Rose Reviews (and more).
Being a Freelance Photographer for two years now, my love for adventure, events, and more has grown into a full fledged passion that can not be put out. Growing up, my only ambition was to be a writer. Was to weave the written word into something beautiful, elegant, romantic, and captivating. To draw people in with a few sentences, to take their reality away and give them -- even if only briefly -- a new one. One that would hopefully affect them and stick with them for weeks or months after the impact. Something to get them thinking.

Since those days of fictional writing ambition, the dream has not diminished. However, I have decided to combine my writing ambition with my photography passion and adventures. From EDM Events, large-scale rock concerts, local bands finding their way, and more, I have come to the conclusion that involving my writing in these escapades can only lend me more devotion to my career ventures. No trying to impress. No holding back. Just what I see. Me. And my words.

So this is it. My travels through-out Baltimore, Lancaster, Harrisburg, and more. A few photos with paragraphs of descriptive imagery to take you there. To transport you away from that tablet, smart phone, laptop, or old-time desktop, to the party. Right in front of the stage, where the speakers are thumping and the ringing in your ears is drowned by the hard-hitting music. In the middle of the dancing throes of bodies, surrounded by fiery hoops and poi-spinning talent. To the middle of the garage, where the band is nervous, excited, and putting their all into what they have, hoping for more.

This will be the written description of these adventures.


Of course, I have plenty of down time. I can't be out and about all the time -- though I wish. I still waste plenty of time, day to day, on TV, Movies, Books, Games, and more. In addition to my events, reviews will pop up on the latest books or movies in my hands. Horror mostly. Plenty of Dean Koontz. An obscure novel, video game, or TV show here or there. Whatever tickles my fancy.

I hope you readers, whomever you may be, will get as much from this as I will.
Although I'm hesitant to promise anything, I feel that if this works for me as I hope it does, I will include a few of my fictional writings as well. Nothing fantastic. Nothing over-the-top. Nothing I feel I could brag about. But my works. Samples I take some secret pride in. A few of those alternate realities.

Looking forward to seeing you back here.

XOXO, Coryn Rose.