I am painter
Pushing hard colour
Across an unsuspecting page
Painting my life
With fuchsias and greens
Mixing the primaries
To find shades of happiness

I am sculptor
Folding and moulding
Shaping my time
Pressing it into a smooth
Touch of grey
Working the elements
To fit my shape
Resting only to wipe
The clay from my chin

I am photographer
Finding the pretty
In a room full of awful
Freezing the moment
To display like exhibition pieces
In the living room of my soul
Framing up my life
To crop out the corners
Leaving only imagination
In a glossy finish

I am writer
Lining and rhyming
My way through the days
For my clothes I wear prose
And it matters not about
My punctuation
Only that I am making a statement
I write thoughts into poetry
Emotions into songs
I write short
I write long
And someday
I’ll write myself as hero
Saving the rest of me
From the hunger of
Starving artist.

-Reide 07’