Gray Black

Hey, you can call me Gray. I was a student at Northern Arizona Univserity, and I created this blog so I may educate those trying to help the homeless and to empower the homeless individuals.

As for my hobbies, I love to draw, write poetry, and help those in need.

Though I may appear estranged
or a tad bit deranged
and despite being surrounded by crooks
or feeling closed in on by belittling looks,
I march out of my tunnel,
and squeeze myself out of my mentally-restricting funnel.
I may wince at first to the sun upon my flesh
or that ever-consuming catharsis of seeing myself as less,
but I now pass my test,
and begin to flourish like the rest.
Each day is a gift
metamorphizing as an organism that is at night bereft
The solar rays shall not be left in the dark,
but be let out like a spark.
The sun gleams as a candle to my eye,
taking my hand to lead me out to the sky.
Each day nourishes me like a neglected nook
leaving me awed beyond my look.
The lights comes at me like words,
filling me up, piercing me like swords.
The shining reminds me not to forget everything that is store,
for there is always something to adore.
Books, cookies, games, and the more,
why don't you give me something a little more?

Writing, writing, writing, o writing,
O how beloved you are to me.
You let me zealousy flee,
so my bodily bounds may become free.
The moment materializes so fruitful,
where each slice of the senses is beautiful.
Billowing, into me, the colors flow so mercilessly,
without the bounds of being fruitlessly.
Heal me, soothe me,
Your beloved flow of words holds me kindly,
so that my worries escape lightly.
Your intoxicating mania fills me whole,
so my worth is full.
Writing, writing, writing, o writing.
Let me go,
so that my desires don't keep me for show