To Fail in Art

It's very hard
To fail in art
But very easy
To give up

Let the art
Guide your thoughts
Let yourself
Feel safe

It's very hard
To forget art
But very easy
To give up

Let the art
Guide your heart
It's a marathon
Not a race

Sing and write

This hustling
Kills my vibe
I cannot sing
I cannot write

But a friend
Showed me love
And so I sang
And I wrote

Friends like her
Remind me why
I like to sing
And to write

It's how I cope
It's what I feel
I sing and write
To be real

Over It

This is just another cheesy poem. 
Stop reading. You don't care. 
I'm writing this for myself. 

I'm over it.
Just one person is inadequate. 
Maybe I'll never lose as much again, 
but at least I'll live my life to the fullest. 

This is just another cheesy poem. 

I don't care what they say;
love doesn't do it for me.
I don't care what they say;
I'm over it. 

Learning To Be Still

I'm learning to be still.
I don't want to use this skill.

I'm ready to see the world
and experience life's every thrill. 

I'm ready to make a perfect plan, 
ignoring everything I was told;

I'm working like a madman
and my life shouldn't be on hold!

Nothing Is Ideal

You taught me nothing is ideal, 
yet you second-guess all our deals;
if there is no perfect choice, 
just pick one and make it your voice.

I'm tired of analyzing and revising
and disguising and compromising;
your hopelessness
makes me overwhelmed. 

Adult Life

''Try to feed it tomorrow's bread crumbs.''

''Put your initials at the bottom of the page.''

''Go inside and find a white mouse.''

''Get out of my house and pay your own bills.''

''Don't blend that with yesterday's wisdom.''

''Your admiration is perfectly clear.'' 

''Eat a banana to ease the rage.''

''Your destination is 300 m south.''