I know I’m not the only one who has thought their life story was written out of order. Maybe it’s in the wrong generation, maybe the wrong continent… but why does it need to stay that way?

You’ve got your skills, you’ve got your expertise, so either your mindset’s way off, or you just need to expand on your medium. Do you need to drop the palette just because your crowd hasn’t found you, young artist? No, I think it’s about time you made yourself more accessible.

There are many ways to get this done. It’s entirely possible that you haven’t caught on because your social media hasn’t been optimized, but it’d also help to get out there in person.

During the years I spent in the midwest, I would meet poets young and old on different days, busking poetry in the local bookstores. Impressive choice right there. They often brought some props to set the vibe. A few times I would see one writing with a typewriter. That’s a capable way to find the appropriate audience.

Similarly, collaborations with websites and other creators will increase your visibility and expand your network. If they have an audience as is, give it a try with some of your work! And remember:

Keep creating!

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We’ll Never Know

Here, closing my eyes
Wonder what lays in my temple of lies
The bubbles and grin
Ringing me in
Ending the night

White spotlights on red
The curtains, she calls me on promises said
Maybe I won’t
For lyrics I’ve wrote
I’ll be surprised

Save me
From these empty glasses
And these lonely bouts of madness
I’ve had too much
But I can’t stop now

And these hardwood floors
How I’m grateful for their vision
When they came along
No, I won’t come home

Friend, rewrite the score
Been there, I’ve done that
I’ve seen what’s in store
And tried as I might
The star-lights were ice
I grew cold

Smiles
Coming in droves
They’re not here for me, but
The problems they chose
But who would I kid
They’re lost ’cause I did
We’ll never know

I paid
For a fine finale
They won’t find me in the alley
When they find my song
May the rights be wrong

For the fearing crowd
While I’m sure they’d find me static
May I move one mass
So long as I last

Hey
May I make amends
For these burning pages tragic
Though I wish you brave
I’ll hold you anyway

In the ashen cloud
I pray thee find your light
Though it’s fading gone
We’ll surely find your dawn