Creative Me

I love to create art. Here are two examples of my creative side. Below is a written piece and a drawing.

Process of a Sigh

Inhale

The pause that fills every inch of us.
Every unknown fissure,
each neglected corner,
on hold--
searing.

Instead of bursting into an infinity of sparks
that set fire to all it touches,
we smolder until suddenly we become
the size of insignificance itself.
In a state of mental purgatory,
we are simply the concept of things people have failed to understand
with philosophy and science.
We ache. We love. We loathe. We are.
All at once, we are.
And we let go.

Exhale









This is my drawing piece below. It's untitled.

Busy English Bee

Below is a predictive scene I did for Bodega Dreams. The assignment was to emulate the writing style of Ernesto Quinones while creatively predicting what would happen after the last chapter we read. This is my scene "Bodega's Web".

Below is my second English assignment which was to analyze lyrics that describe a rite of passage.

Honor by Atreyu

Resolute, a stance of defiance

Always teetering on the brink

Nothing can hold you back when

When you're not holding back a thing

Open arms, we embrace tomorrow

Closed fists, tarnishing today

We're not afraid to open our mouths and scream

We believe in what we say

[Chorus]

Like a whisper to the dusk

An oath against the shadows

Denying the dark

(Fight, fight, fight, till the break of dawn)

Like a prayer unto the dawn

In arms against the shadows

Destroying the dark

(Fight, fight, fight, till the break of dawn)

Covered in sweat and blood

Yet still our heads held high

Actions have consequences

When you live for foolish pride

Been careful not to lose ourselves

Stand together; One passion, one hate

We believe in a better tomorrow

We believe in what we say

[Chorus]

We'll fight our battles, we'll wage our wars

Settle the scores with honor and blood

We'll wear our scars like medals of hope

Like medals of hope

    The song "Honor" by Atreyu describes a rite of passage. The lyrics are from the point of view of a rebellion. The speakers are united in fighting for their beliefs. Their use of figurative language is to describes an opposing thought or power as negative. They also use it to say that they will fight and continue until they achieve a "better tomorrow". The lyric "Resolute, in a stance of defiance. Always teetering on the brink," talks about how fighting for beliefs is a risk. A later lyric goes on to prove that the risk is worth fighting for and that they've won their "war" saying "We'll wear our scars like medals of hope". This struggle is a rite of passage.