colors of life

   My life started out as a healthy green. Like the grass I grew taller and taller. In bliss unaware of the world around me I grew in a shelter. Cared by hands of my mother and left to dry without my father. Brought up by a hard working grandmother and grandfather.

   As years passed the green leaves of my early years started to wilt and fall into my Grey middle school years. From the trees I passed to the concrete I walked apon into those silver soulless bars they called doors. Time seemed to move slower and slower as each day passed. Every class the same faded grey as the next. Breaks we got felt so shorter and shorter as if we had no time at all.

   As more time passed my family hit its blue period starting with my parents splitting. The fights continued the resolve was all but none. My father kept going back and forth hate then love then hate again a cycle that hasn't stopped nor may ever stop. Not much later my grandfather died bringing the hole family closer together and some further apart.

   Now I enter the stage with red curtains trying to entertain with the art I make. From sketches to writing the ideas go on. From poetry to stories I make to characters and places I create. I can see my future in the spot lights and my past in the shadows behind about to collide. Another event to happen another play to act.

Jacket Of Rags

   A jacket worn and torn that I've used through my life.
At first it seems nothing special.
Nothing but a piece of cloth with holes torn through it.

With stitches ripped and parts cut open.
A Jacket with many names but new isn't one.
It once had life but now only a shell for those who wear it.
It gives without knowing the gifts of feeling warmth and home.
The gift of lifting some burdens with ease.
The gift of memories from loved ones past and now.
It cant let you see the future, but the gift to see the past.
The memories of joy and sorrow.
Always loyal always there.
It stays with those who want it.
Growing older but always getting smaller.






   Black and broken covered with shine and dull.
It cuts me from the world around it.
It sends me to another place I could only dream of.
It gives voice to another place.
A place of overflowing joy and places of overwhelming sorrow.
A land full of action's rawrs and a valley's empty silence.
Rivers of peace and sights of emotion.
I can't see but i can hear these places with detail.











   The reason I chose these two objects is because of the impact they've had on me over time. The headphones represent my love for music and the inspiration that music has given me. The jacket was a gift from my grandfather during my sixth grade year at middle school. The jacket has so many memories in it I could never bring myself to get rid of it. Its a reminder of how easy life can be given and taken away. It also reminds me of the joys you can have in life. The joys of experiences I've had over my short life even a many sorrowful ones as well. Some I wish I could forget and never remember the sorrow they have and can bring me. My memories of my friends and family are stitched into that jacket and i wouldn't dare cut a single thread.