This is a horribly drawn picture of me based on a photograph. I don’t know what else to say about it. I’m just really bad at drawing people.
This was drawn back in 2010 in my drawing class, when I was going to college down here in South Texas. On the right, is the collage of pictures that the collage drawing is based on. It’s called “The Heart of Me” because they’re all things that represent me or are a part of me in some way. I had so much fun drawing this. My professor said he had never seen a drawing be so crowded, but so neat. It’s so neat because the borders of each picture are drawn dark and precise. There are some parts of the collage that are more my favorite than other parts. My favorites are the horse in the upper left hand corner, the owl scene in the lower right hand corner, the big tiger in the top center, and the sunlight in the center of the picture. (I was also working on drawing it outside of class). And so here are the parts of the collage.
Another poem from several years ago when my creativity in poetry was very evident.
Gotta blaze the fire,
Gotta make me see,
Gotta set me free to be me!
This was written back in 2005, on another poetry-writing spree. A really strange poem.
The Senses of Me:
I see you,
Formless shape that you are,
I hear you,
Static and unclear sound that you are,
I feel you,
The roughness that you are,
I sense you,
Your presence is near me and yet so far from me—your distance from me is indeterminate,
I touch you,
A fire burns within you—yet an iciness coats your outside—you are hot, yet cold to the touch,
I smell you,
You are the smell of burning wood, and yet not that smell—you have your own type of smell—that of fire,
You are a rough formless shape that contains fire inside you,
Yet you coat yourself in ice,
Your presence is undetermined,
You smell of fire,
And you make a staticky and unclear sound to me,
Who are you?
I know you not,
But my senses know you.