Just Another Color Story.

Orange is the color of innocent desire, and unsureness like whenever you see someone you like in the hallways but you try not to stare. It is the burning feeling you get when you look at them and picture how cute and wonderful your world would be, but you don’t stare too long or the color will fade away. It is being unsure but almost a coral when you get the nerve to talk to someone and the color gets deeper and your face gets brighter, and when you can’t breathe you become the sunshine and they become the dark that mixes to make the perfect color.

Purple is a color that brings the two together, it is a mix of the freshest plums I used to pick along with the oranges, and blueberries. It is what my life is now, like walking through a dark tunnel and you can see no end. There is a light that brightens the way but takes a while to get there. Purple is the color of hope and the smell of lavender that reminds me once when I didn’t have a clue. It is the hope that is always there to leave me with a happy future. It is the smell I get before I blow out that candle.

All these colors have brought my life together in unimaginable ways, some truer than others. Black is all I see right now, and gray. I need a silver lining through this long journey it is the ink of an unfinished story, like someone has had writers block for a year now and doesn’t know what to write for me next so now I am here in the midst of the darkness waiting.

 

My Future

               

      Two interesting ideas I learned would be that you don't have to take your gen ed's whenever you go to a college like the art institute. That means that you go straight into what you are interested in, and start on your future.
Another idea is if I wanted to go to college for fashion, I would get to work with actual designers that are in the field. But how many people actually get to where they want to go in the future? 

In one year I would like to be in college or working and beginning the creation of my future.

In five years I want to be hopefully engaged and on track to where I want to be, and living in a cute apartment in New York or some cute artsy town.

In ten years I want to be happy with my career choice and be financially secure, being a fashion stylist or traveling with my husband. I want to be doing something with Fashion, and if I have kids they will always be looking cute and my husband will hopefully have a beard or at least have nice hair and good fashion sense. (Or I can just tell him what to wear).

In fifty years I want to be teaching other people how to get where they want to go and hopefully the world will be a happier place by then.

Short letters

She’s a sunflower

 

always smiling at the sun

 

never sad always happy

 

oh how I wish I could be

 

it is troubling.

 

 

He’s the color blue

 

dark and mysterious boy

 

always on my mind

 

never to be seen at all

 

no one really knows.

Flowers at night.

We are in a glorious meadow

 

the night is like a frozen violet

 

the wind carries me like an ocean with too many waves

 

in the meadow there are trees

 

I think what luxury they must have, when everything they need is around them

 

I can see the horizon knowing that the night has come and gone

 

It is incredible to be one of nature itself.

The Queen

Hot and dangerous she sits on her throne

 

in a beautiful garden

 

wearing pink begonia's in her hair

 

there is a parade of boys that crowd around

 

quietly they await for her gaze

 

they admire the pink in her hair

 

she sits in the garden throughout the early southern dawn.

 

Welcome to the circus

         It was a Friday, and I was hanging up my coat in the wardrobe next to the night stand by my tiny twin sized bed. My wife Roberta says it keeps the love flowing through our old and aging veins, I don't complain because she is the only woman that could ever manage to deal with my mismatched socks and unusual box collection. She is unusual in a beautiful way with her bright red lipsticks and her love for antique shopping that we do once every month. We find the most unusual items to decorate our house or even ourselves with, we live a very lovely life. One day in particular we were on our way to go and decided to stop for some ice cream before. As we were seated Roberta looked troubled and I asked her “what is wrong my love?” she replied by saying something so captivating that I had to think before I spoke. It was not the usual reply of “oh nothing” that came and went from time to time, it was something more than that. “I had a dream that we made our lives more interesting, something more”. Her saying this made me wonder if something was terribly wrong to which I replied “well what do you mean darling?” “I’m not so sure but it felt so real” she said, and then the conversation had ended. We got in our car and left to go to the antique shop, where they announced that they had gotten their biggest shipment in from a rundown antique mall which made the adventure even better. We walked down the usual aisles and passed familiar booths and said “hello” to the older ladies that work there. Suddenly Roberta stopped me, and said “Charles, look at this box!’’ It was smaller and had black and white stripes on it, and was nothing like I had ever seen so it was a keeper. We kept walking and got a couple of other items as we passed down the long never ending aisles, we bought our findings and left before noon. When we got home I hung my coat up in the wardrobe next to the night stand by the tiny twin sized bed. I then sat down with my loving wife and looked through the bag of our purchases and found my beloved new treasure. Roberta told me to open it, so I did just that and when I did you could hear a noise, the inside of the box was entirely black and there was a bottle of some liquid that was mysteriously intriguing. On the side of the bottle it said “drink this and you will seek great adventure”, Roberta always being the optimist and using the “what have we got to lose” quote on everything already took her first drink. When I did the same we were suddenly thrown into this magical box, and there was a huge circus tent in front of us. We entered, and you could smell the buttery burnt popcorn, and hear the roars of laughter from the crowds. Every step we took was magical and strange at the same time, there were belly dancers and extremely tall men and incredibly small men. We saw our parents young and lively, our beloved friends who had gone not too long ago, they all greeted us with hugs and kisses. I looked my beautiful wife in the eyes and said, “this is it sweetie, this was our great adventure”.

I am poem

The youngest person in pretty much my entire family

The one with the upmost imagination and unrealistic goals

Never the person to break any type of silence

An introvert that always feels too busy to go anywhere

Too insightful for my own sanity

An artist that paints her emotions, when there are no more words

The face I put on every morning so I feel invincible

The clothes I hang on the walls in my room that surround me with complete satisfaction

A chip in perfectly painted hot pink sparkly nails

Constantly making my music louder, so the world has no presence

The scuff on my boot that I deny to get rid of because it adds character

The beauty of a rose that has yet to be picked

A ray of sunshine that ensues on a rainy day

The liveliness I have when I drink coffee

Always wondering what it would be like to live like someone else

Always realizing that I’m okay being the person that I am