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 than now,

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.

Self-inflicted

Everything creative is filled with self-inflicted torture and doubt.

 

We do it because once it's done there is something which exists beyond ourselves.

 

Creativity speaks to everyone at the same time.

 

A universal language connecting everyone to one another.

 

To remind us we all essentially go through the same struggles.