Promotional: Teens for writing, who are YOU? [Rough]

The days of Shakespeare and Poe, from the beginning with Homer. They call it non- existent, a tale in it’s self. Writing has been dead, entertainment has move forward. You ask me who I am, I say I’m just a writer. Who would want to be a writer? I would want to be a writer.

Who are you? An actor or a singer? Someone who is successful and someone who I am not. Arts have move forward, writing trails behind, you see it in the news, generic like gasoline. I don’t wish to be a actor, nor a singer in that matter. For I am a writer, I believe in what I do.

Writing is not a dead art.

Who am I, I am Andrew an ordinary writer, writing ordinary things. I am what I am, what I can be. My name is Andrew, an ordinary writer.

A profit, of ancient occupation, reminiscence of you and me. I am a product of your environment, pastor of your imagination. My emotion flows like cascade, cascades made of led and ink. I’m not saying you’re average, but I can write your life story a thousand different ways. Speak your wisdom if you want, but my words always last longer.

If pens are my weapon, the world is my ammunition. My vowels steal your heart, nouns have you addicted. I can make you feel what I say, smell, taste and hear. I could set your imagination on fire, or a chill down your spine. A picture is worth a thousand words, I could make paper worth a million. My mind can turn digital, soul in a flash drive. Every key I press is another story told.



You can see my art, breathing all around you……


Mastermind of vocabulary, criminal as charged. I have no limits, innovation on a leash, creative is my chain. I’m building a house, irony is my brick, personification my cement. Remember, i'm just ordinary.

I could write the world, and place it in your palm. Who knew 26 letters, could explain more then you and me. My analogies could influence an entire nation, and you thought I was just a poet. I don’t write for the money or fame, I write to be free, a gift every being can achieve. I am done with my symbolism, but I almost forgot to ask....


Who are you?