day 4

call & response:

" I threw up after it ended, I was nervous the whole time. It made me look at myself as an artist. Its like I should be so much better. I mean, with all the things I've seen I should go hard with it. I dont even know why I'm doing poetry in the first place. Like I need to go on a spiritual journey or something. Maybe I'm just missing something."


To my poets
singers
dancers
writers
actors
runners
musicians
lovers
daughters
sons
friends
learners
teachers
dreamers
chasers


whoever you are
whether you have found your passion
or you are still drowning
whether you are swimming
but have forgotten why you like the sea

remember
that this journey began on a good note
for a reason no one will ever know but yourself
because it is worth it
remember
that there are only a few bumps in the road
but it should never be a reason to rip off the tires
and forget how to drive
or
forget your drive
or
forget why you like to sing
why you go to bed at night
dreaming of being on stages
taming the demons in your chest
the lions left in tangled knots of hair
in hair brushes
remember
there is a story to be told
there are words left to preach
remember everyone is listening
even when they are not
there is a mouse waiting for you to speak
to distract his enemies
we are all counting on you to save us
we are all waiting for you to be the hero
to save the village from disaster
we need your melodies
your strength
your inspiration
we need you to be the best you can be
even if it wasn't your best performance
we need you to love yourself
to tell us we can love ourselves
to remind us that we can all love
and be lovable

we are all lost sometimes
lost in clouds of inspiration
brain storm the best ways to dream high
to stay there
never let yourself fall out of your comfort zone
we need your beauty
the pretty pin point of a skinny comeback
we need the whole sacrifice