My drawings are sad,
My drawings are mad.
My drawings are my feelings.
They’re what I feel about this world, and my life.
I have ten drawings,
So let me explain what each one means.
This might take a while,
But if you want to know how I feel take a pill and deal with it.
Drawing 1
Drawing one is probably the hardest of them all.
It’s divided into three parts,
Heaven, earth, and hell.
The heavens have a sun, purple sky, and blue clouds.
The earth has a tree, black clouds, and one orange flower under the black clouds.
Hell is red and orange, right under the green grass from earth.
In this picture hell and earth are no different. Everyone must protect themselves, and try to stay alive.
The flower and the tree stand alone, hoping one day to reach heaven.
This picture is how I see the world, hell.
Drawing 2
This picture is an up close look at my life.
The grass is brown, the background is red the clouds are black; the lightening is yellow; going in every which way.
Then in the middle of the page there is a tall, beautiful, blue flower; standing there all alone. Looking brave and fearless on the outside, but feeling helpless on the inside.
Drawing 3
Drawing three is a heart broken into 34 pieces, two of which are missing.
There are black clouds overhead.
The two parts that are missing belong to the people I loved, and lost.
So sadly, you see, I can never get them back; and I shall lose more until I lose them all, and then I die.
Drawing 4
This one is the simplest of all, but maybe not to understand.
All it is is a full, bright, yellow sun, with the background black.
Even with the night so black, the sun is always there; and eventually it will come out again.
Drawing 5
This is probably the easiest one to misinterpret.
Most people would this it meant, the strongest tree stands alone, but it does not.
In this drawing there is a yellow sun, blue clouds, green grass, brown dirt with a strip of black dirt, and 19 trees there where all cut down, but 1.
That one tree stands tall, and alone.
On the outside it looks strong, and pretty, but on the inside it’s weak, sad, and dying slowly.
Soon it too will be cut down, like it’s family.
Drawing 6
This drawing is the one that means the most to me.
It is a graveyard, where my grandma is.
Her grave has green flowers, and her name; Della.
I am there looking up into the blue sky, seeing white clouds, one the looks like her looking down on me, smiling.
There are also other graves around, but hers is the prettiest one of all.
Drawing 7
This one is the confusing one.
This one is a picture of a very individual rainbow.
It has green grass under it, and white clouds above it, with a yellow sun.
The rainbow starts with black then brown, purple, blue, green, yellow, orange, red, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, brown, black, black and so on until red again.
It symbolizes that everyone is different and individual, and beautiful in there own way.
Drawing 8
This one is one of the saddest ones I drew.
This one has four houses, all in a row.
Three orange, and one red with a orange door.
The ones all orange, have no windows, and are plain.
Also, underneath those, is the only green grass.
Under the red house, there is brown grass.
There are black clouds, letting blue slashes of rain fall upon all the houses.
The red house is special; there is a window where you can see in the house.
What you see is not pretty,
You can see a person, killing themselves, with a knife, and there is blood all over.
I drew this picture because I want to remind myself, not to do that, and my friends, not to ether, because it would hurt everyone including me.
Drawing 9
This is also a sad one.
It is a picture of a freeway.
A freeway with four lanes, and a double yellow line in the middle.
Sadly in this picture there are 6 cars that crashed, and 8 people died, two where kids.
All because one person drove drunk and crossed the double yellow line.
There are also 16 other cars, but luckily no one else was hurt.
Drawing 10
This is the last drawing, it is also a sad one.
This one can be interpreted as two things.
A house on fire with five people inside, one of which started the fire while trying to light a cigarette with a match.
There is green grass, black smoke, and the brown house is on fir, which is red, orange, and yellow; with 5 people inside, two parents, and three kids, one a baby.
They, of course, all died.
The seconds thing, which is what I meant, is how I feel.
I feel like there is a flame inside of me, growing out of control, ready to die.
The flame being my life.
Now that I told you all about my drawings,
Can you relate to me?
Are you like me?
Now you know how I feel about this would, and my life.
I only wish my pain would end, but its only just begin.
*this poem was an experimental poem, i really did draw the drawings...*
