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MY STORY
Sean Middleton is a hard working 18 year old from Marin County California. He was born and raised in the same house and has somehow managed to find his way through his childhood. Sean loves to spend time hanging out with friends, going on a bike ride, and spending time with his loving and caring family.
PORTFOLIO OF WORK
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WISHING WELL
Turn around. Trek back Through The Thick frosted grass
Open the door
as you do, you embrace the Fierce Flames Flustering from the Fire crackling inside.
keeping the Warmth within you, move towards the front door
grab your keys on the way out.
As you proceed to sit down behind the wheel,
you Realize,
you’ve been doing it all wrong,
So you Decide to go Backwards.
Having now arrived on the crack’d asphalt
Follow the narrow, windy road towards the city lights
The brightest lights are in the center square
In the center of the square is a Fluorescent water world.
Submerge yourself inside the Fountain, and splash your way back home.
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FIGHT WITH MIGHT
To be able to win in this war
You must not be one to snore
For one must fight, and fight
Or they can be left drifting in the air,
Like a kite
For all the bruises and the blood
Have been continuously sliding down my face
Like mud
Nights get longer
Days get colder
We all get stronger
As we get older
Through all the trials and tribulations
I’ll find a way out,
I feel all of the good and bad vibrations
All around,
All around.
The wonders of the world
And all its beauty and wonder
Were never meant to be found easy
Making me wish I was young again
Where all I cared about was going outside
Riding my bike,
Getting steezy.
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YOUNG BOY
Being young in the little Bubble,
That is Marin,
You really get shocked,
When you finally step out of it.
As I learned to speak,
I arrived at my 4th grade
Speech contest finals.
My mind racing,
Palms are beginning to sweat
But for some reason I thought
In Marin, all I had ever known
Was everyone did their best,
And everyone did great
I gave my best shot,
And as I had finished with the
Lady and the Alligator Purse,
My friends, teachers, and I
We're jumping for joy like a bunny in a garden.
However,
What took me out of my bubble
And attacked me like a snake
Lurking next to a biking trail,
Was someone I thought was my friend
Told me,
“You Suck”
I didn’t want to listen
But I still wonder everyday
Do I suck?