I think making money to live to regardless how much money you have, or how big your roof is over head, or getting your bachelor or masters whatever ******* you call it just to get a better jobs these day is not life. Doing something you love something your passionate for something to hold on to, is worth the struggle to achieve the dreams that you dream the thing that you were born to do is to create your own world. And decide this is what I really want to truly be proud and say I’m living life.

**By Jacob Cuadro

Four years have passed and I can say it went by pretty fast.

A final day to look back and know how far you’ve come, maybe just a peek of your success in what you have done.

Now it’s time for your graduation waiting desperately patiently walking down the aisle for your diploma, a symbol of everyday formula.

You already learned the golden rule, ready to use knowledge as your tool.

Now you can be free to set the stage, like a life book for every page.

I can really say I am a proud brother in what you’ve achieved, that you came this far all these years.

There so many careers out there for you to choose, whatever you choose I will be on that path to support you to make your dreams come true.

You completed the beginning of life; you have the intelligence, the will and the power, everything combined and more.

I love you sis in my eyes and heart you’ll always shine!

**By Jacob Cuadro

Have you ever wonder what happen while you’re a sleep? Pitch black and nothing to see monsters gathering together standing patiently next to your bed. To share a special kid for a meal to eat, the tooth fairy is waiting to collect all your teeth and the boogie man still live under bed haunting your dreams. Make sure you close your closet door because you never know what will come after for your soul, a funny feeling that you’re not becoming whole. And the moment waking up in the middle of the night opening the door hearing little footsteps echoing though wall, a shadow creature creeping down the hall. Keeping you up late at night eyes popping out of your socket, pupil stretching your eyelids begging for this nightmare to stop of these horror monsters surrounding my mind. Suddenly I froze when I hear the scariest voice I ever heard whispering my name, saying you are mine to claim. Don’t cry now it all be over soon no light will ever save your life just one more prey dies today on these sheet of flesh and doom for my last collection of my masterpieces and that my child is definitely you.

**By Jacob Cuadro

Walking in the woods alone in the dark, the only sound I hear are wolves howling for my heart. No around besides spirits running through the night no is watching except owls above my head there no light in my eyes, only the stars across the shadow skies. It’s cold and windy leaves are trembling brown and helpless no oxygen in the air can’t hardly breathe ran into a black wall, waking up a creature that ten feet tall. Eyes and teeth start to appear saliva dripping down its mouth waiting to eat my soul tears comes down my body start to shake, when the creature roars making an earthquake. This monster eating my guts carving my skull with its blades of claws screaming in agony pain squishing my organs like a wine press, asking myself how I got into this mess. Left for dead as I drown, with my yoke of blood all over Satan ground. Got caught, by his fire hands then woke up with this nightmare of thoughts.

**By Jacob Cuadro

See the colors of the rainbow in the sky beautiful like your bright hazel eyes as it start to fade when your personality drop down. Don’t get your hope to high when people compliment your body or looks the colors of your DNA will slowly disappear making your vision unclear by your selfishness, money, and fame is the only possession desperation to be someone. Conceited mind is something not to smile about the poor are richer and the ugly are prettier their heart are more beautiful than you’re ever become. What happen when your colors goes black? It’s rots,  get old, alone, cold from head to toes, helpless, meaningless death is waiting to hear your heart beat sink with his arms wide open to hold you wrapping like a shroud around your pretty dead flesh it’s too bad your beauty was too much for your own good. Hope you like the decoration of your funeral, its sure look perfect to me was your obsession worth kissing the feet by the devil ?

**By Jacob Cuadro