Don’t box me in

Except the unexpected

because I'm bursting with ideas

and I'm going to do it all.

So insanely talented,

yet terrified to do anything,

destined to be nothing

but a frustrated artist

too busy watching Youtube

scrolling Instagram and playing

Candy Crush,

brainwashed into wasting time.

Soul crushed by comparison.

Why bother trying when

is it all taken away from you in the end?

I’ve had better days

There have been better days,

felt less lost and confused

not so sad or deflated

I wish for one of those

better days instead of smack

bang in one of the worst ones.

Nothing going right

love went to waste

efforts all worthless

and so, so far away

from everyone I love.

The hurt comes in tears

that bastard blows up in

your face,

whether you like it or not

that emotion's going to come

knock you over and make you

I wish for better days.

They will come; be patient.

The same blood

You can be red raw and still sing your song.

You can have tears in your eyes and still tell your story.

The truth is where the tale lies.

You cannot or should not wait to share it.

The emotion will help you to connect to others.

Because everyone can see you

understand and communicate

with feelings.

So don’t be afraid to bleed onto the page

we all have the same blood in our veins.

Tangled

Sometimes I get tangled up with everyday life.

One fine, straight cotton thread becomes entwined

around my family, work, children and economic situation.

Once it was easy to thread a needle and get to work as I please

now the loop is twisted and turned upon itself around others

and then back to me.

The more I try to pull away from it the tighter it becomes.

Like those poor sea lions and marine animals caught up in plastic

fishing lines cutting into their own skin

around mouths, restricting movement until they starve to death

Could I cut myself out?

What would be left of me?

The thread is cutting off chunks of flesh

surely there won't be much of myself left

the tangle is too tight to be unthread.