I don't consider myself an artist
Even though I say writing,sketching and dancing
Are all forms of art
I stand by that
But when it comes to my own work
I'm my worst critic

You may call me a hypocrite
For saying one thing and speaking another
But my line's in my sketching always seem to lack
A certain something
My words that I write
That form poems
A few seem to like
Honest and true are they

But it wasn't until a year and a half ago
That this all started
I was encouraged to try to draw
With not experience
I just grabbed a pencil and paper
And started
Until I can get at least an outline done
I'm focused on the task
Continually examining what I have created
But their are very few of which I'm proud of
My siren and my Draco
Are their names
But I doubt if you shall remeber

Are you still their ?
Or have you already clicked back
To the home page
Regardless it seems
My words continue
About this journey that somehow started
By an unknown cause

My poems had a similiar beginning
The inspiration for those came from many places
From songs
Experiences from the past,present,
Or something I dream of
A painting perhaps is my muse
As I see it something come to mind
And the words start to flow
My story might be different from the artist who painted it
But it is my interpretation
Some of the situations that I write are something I never experienced
But I put myself in their world
For a moment
In their life
To grasp the moment and the emotion.

I never want my words to not display the truth
I want them to tell a story
Whether it be revenge,sorrow,happiness
To me it needs that display
To catch others eye
To make them stop
Even for just a moment to relate.

Sketching,and writing are still very knew to me
But my last form
I started at a fairly young age
Dance
I never did anything besides dance
Aside from school
This was the only thing I ever wanted to do
I'm not the best
I will say that
But it is in this art form I feel more comfortable
Yet more vulnerable at the same time

To sketch or write you have a blank piece of paper
As a dancer
Your body and your emotion are the canvas
Being displayed in front of an audience
Even though I'm not the best
I still have a passion
That throughout the years
Has remained persistently strong
For 13 years
I have performed
And each time I wonder when again
And how soon
Can I do it again


Art is part of my soul
And always will
For it always seems to have a hold on me
In some form or another
But I can't say I'm an artist
Music,
Words,
Dance,
Paintings,sketches
That is truly our muses
But the people who put them together
Are the true artists
Looking at my work
In all these categories I always find I come up short.

For those who have read all these words
And have stayed with it till the end
I thank you
For allowing me to show you something real
And the emotions that I feel.