Jay has written since he was little. From very childish poetry to hopes and dreams and tears and love, Jay has found his way of letting go of feelings that are too much to handle, ideas too beautiful to keep to himself and thoughts too powerful to stay in his mind alone.
(to Noah, though he only exists in a story)
Through the love of my mother's
I grew my own
A semi-fictional teen
Who hides from this world
Behind gum-wrapped curtains
Under color-filled ceilings
Paint and music.
He shoots towards the notes
"Fly me to the moon!"
Wishes upon a star
Who hides shyly somewhere over the rainbow
Somewhere with jazz.
Somewhere with vivid blue and dry yellow
Nature green and deep red
Somewhere where every note is a different color
Shape and size
How every song is oh so colorful
What with purple stripes, blue swirls filled with fuscia polka dots
He inspires me
To paint my own sound
Into my soul's masterpiece.
by Jay A., © 2006
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