Prologue

Sitting in my bedroom chamber

Thinking about my past fueling the ember

Every wall in my room was a unique color

One as black as night, the other as white as flour

One royal blue and the other as red as rose

My favorite was the black I suppose

Pictures hung on the wall by theme

all fitting and working together in a scene

As an amateur I don’t belong in this game

It would be different if I only wanted fame

Ultimately I am finding and healing myself

Reaching really deep into my brain’s shelf

Revealing my inner emotion and passion

Step back to see where life placed my position

I just want to see my life’s big picture

I have only one photo to show my future

It makes no sense but the more I write,

the more photos I take, it just feels right

all I want from writing is to please my inner child

and to relate to my audience and make them smile

I only desire the honest opinion of my reader

It wont stop me, only fuel me to become better

So you see, I don’t have to be like all the rest

I don’t desire money or to be the best

I just desire to express every inner emotion

So you still have the choice, or option

to put down my poems and not partake

If you don’t favor them, don’t read it for your sake.

But make sure the choice wont lead to regret

and if you choose to read, you’ll like them I bet.

-Transcribed from my teenage works-