Tag: inspiration

  • A poem for my friends.

    This one is for my friends.
    My friends working full time jobs and still committing time to the things they want to pursue, their dreams, their calling, their passion. This one is for my friends who are working two jobs. This is for my friends who run on coffee, on cigarettes, on whatever they can grab and stuff into their faces between bouts of doing. It’s for the friends who are sat staring at a blank screen, a blank canvas, a blank expression in the mirror.
    It’s for my friends who are working.
    My friends who are between jobs.
    My friends who are parents.
    My friends who don’t want kids.
    It’s for those who drink coffee
    And those who drink tea
    Those on the Red Bulls
    Or lavender smoothies
    Keep at what you’re doing
    Feel free to talk to me
    Between us we will smash it
    And show the world what we can be
    There’s only so many hours
    Built into a day
    So take them and make them
    Shape it your way.
    This is for friends on travels
    Friends settled over there
    My friends and their issues
    My friends who shave their hair
    This is for chemical imbalances
    Occurring in minds
    Haunted, often daunted
    The cruel or the unkind
    This is a message for the selfies
    And your Vine activity
    If you need to talk it over
    Then come and sit with me
    There’s only so far
    You can get with an idea
    Beforee the demons start to creep up
    And whisper in your ear
    Create a culture to combat it
    One of mutual respect
    Because it’s hard, what you’re doing
    And don’t know what’s next
    Find inspiration in funny places
    Own how weird you are
    Talk when nobody is listening
    And sing along in the car
    Always play with you food
    Don’t worry about the mess
    Because these things can be tidied
    If they’re causing you stress
    Get it down now
    That idea, how it moves in your head
    There’s a layer of confusion
    That leaves once you’re in bed
    Tell a friend if and when you need them
    Take solace in their words
    Feel free to just ignore them
    If they’re following the herds
    It’s the true ones
    Often blue ones
    You’ll want to keep around
    They’ll push you back
    Into the ocean
    If your ship has run aground
    Talk a big game, play one better
    If you want to get it done
    Tie up metaphorical laces
    And break out into a run
    Go the distance, in an instant
    And make characters of doubt
    Because it’s less daunting when you own it
    And you control the mouth