Theory on Life

Life sucks... and then you die.

Bubbles

Ocelot

Trapped

As I opened my eyes, I looked around
The sights surrounded, and all the sounds
People crowded, they tapped the glass
Scared, I hid away, hoping it would pass
I ate my food and climed my tree
Oh how I miss the sense of being free
The jungle, my true home
The one place I could freely roam
but I'm not there anymore
I can't freely roar
My life as I knew it is now over

Nick Janvar

I Am

I’m a lost soul, taken by those around me
I rely upon my family for help and guidance
My friends, insane with laughter, are the foundation which I’m built upon
My thoughts define me, control my every move
My father inspires me, my light in this world
My mother supports me, her scent comforting, forever embedded my brain
My cousins surround me, almost suffocating, eternally there for me
My siblings are there, to care and share all my memories
I’m the luckiest soul in the world

Nick Janvar

I am me

I am the blossoming flower, watered by my family and friends
Nurtured and cut as I bloom
I am the lone wolf, howling to let someone find me, guide me
I am the shining sun, glowing as life leads me
Shining brighter with every year
I am the absorbing sponge, taking in life lessons and knowledge from everywhere, everyone
I am me, blossoming , howling, shining, absorbing, living.

Bubbles

The Violin

I am the musician who plays the music that is my life
My Mommy, the neck of my violin- necessary and sweet
My Daddy, the frame of my life- helpful and amazing
My Nani, the strings on my instrument- cheerful and loving
My Bhaijan, the chin rest I need to go on- always there and comforting
I love the instrument that defines me- my family.

Joe Janvar

Home

Water boiling with a scream
Bright yellow walls surrounding
Gardenias consuming the air
Broken swings and brown boxes
Time spent, memories made and forever captured
Cats meowing, wasps buzzing, dogs barking
Voices carrying
People laughing
Home

Nick Janvar