this life is not what it seems
we are nothing but flesh and blood
poets and writers and storytellers
liars and cheats and frauds
pick and choose your destiny
redefine your purpose
you are more than you know

seek and seed your mind
probe for truth to feed your soul
help you learn and grow

I've been tryna get to sleep at a decent time
but when the clock hits 3:33 I awake and have to write
If I don't it's hard to lay back down and close my eyes,
I know you see these dark circles but it's become something I just can't fight
Ask my old girl, even she knows I'm an insomniac
She probably didn't know this but when she would sleep, I used to write poems with my finger on her back
I wasn't massaging her to sleep, I was writing myself inside her dreams
But that's not about nothing, just something I used to do to try and get myself back to sleep
but here it is 3:33 and I'm not quite sure of what to write anymore
and I know that I will wake up in the morning and not remember this at all
I just gotta write something
Even if it's nothing
My mind won't rest until I've written a few lines
In order to lay down I must lay down these words if I wish to get back to sleep tonight
So please don't mind me
I'm just an insomniac who loves to write...

Hard shall be your days
Gloom shall be your nights
To bring you to that point
The point of creation
A love hate situation
One can't exist without the other
No sorrow
No creativity
Depression more than a companion
Pain is your gain
Salty tears you shall cry
Carry your burden and blessing
To obtain your title
The title of ARTIST
While others admire or criticise
Often misunderstood
Always evolving
Always saying
This is my finest work
Until your next creation
Only free for moments short lived
For a fleeting moment in the spotlight
A brief moment on the stage

We are all lonely beings
Lonely souls, a lonely mind
Eternally seeking and searching
For things we can never find

A memory of smiles and laughter
Washed away by the flood of sorrow
And the sense of immortal solitude
There was never a cheery tomorrow

We're all going to fade away
There'll be no one left to mourn us
Our bodies, our lives, our legacies
Will disappear into wind and dust

Yet we still bother to create
To sing, paint, dance and twirl
To turn our cobwebs into gold
All in hopes of a better world

Live your life , enjoy your life, love your life . I don’t wanna die knowing I didn’t live my dream and was all that I wanted to be in life . It’s starting to become more clear to me that if I don’t do what I love and what’s meant for me I won’t be happy . I’m never happy doing something I’m forced to do you shouldn’t feel forced you should want to have a certain career not be forced into it and hate it and waste your life etc I know I love to sing , act and dance I know that’s always been in me it’s my dream . What I need is a manager someone who knows what they’re doing , someone who has connections . Connections are important in this industry . I know I’m gonna make it if I keep trying at least I can say I never gave up . I’m never giving up on myself or my dreams again . **** dreaming I’m trying to manifest and create my own reality .

Locks cannot contain the force
That innately exudes from every being
So nurture it,
And allow it to consume you
Create fully,
With every facet of your heart
In order to achieve
True nourishment of the soul

Let there be colour
Let there be shape
Let the air be filled
with sound and scent

Let colours and shapes
Let sounds and scents
be blended together
with roaring intent

Go soak in the sights
and relish the shapes
go embrace the new
come and escape

Create fearlessly
So that music and poetry may speak
Let it grow and flow
To the rhythm of its own beat

Love with no filter
For the world is in dire need
Be kind and find
The wonders that arise from a good deed

Not ev-ree-wún can put words down
In stanzas and lines
And make them rhyme.

Not ev-ree-wún will pour out
Their hearts on a page
To clear out the rage.

Not ev-ree-wún wants to write
When they are in pain
Depressed or afraid.

Not ev-ree-wún can be honest
With themselves
And write about how they feel
About something or someone else​
Or even themselves.

Not ev-ree-wún can be creative
Not ev-ree-wún can tell the truth
Not ev-ree-wún can be a pow-it.