April 20, 2014
For my daughter, things will be different

Father: I walked in your shadow for so long. Now, I have holes in my shoes. I never once wanted to let go, holding on. I was always holding on. How sad you are now; I believe not in your creator, but myself. I used to think we deserved it all. Hopscotch lifestyle, and we were always your half-step. Now, I have realised that we’ve always been alone.

April 15, 2014
This is the only thing I’ve ever posted that isn’t of my own. I, however, feel as though it is worthy, in full.

This is the only thing I’ve ever posted that isn’t of my own. I, however, feel as though it is worthy, in full.

April 15, 2014

slamming, silence. from beyond the doorway i stand.
you let go of everything that i left you. 
from beyond the silence, slamming.
finding faith beyond the moments we cannot remember,
yet, we forget the things we just said,
stumbling on sentences once un-spoken.

perhaps i think to much,
i’ll be at my table thinking of the men you’ve kissed,
while the men you loved were standing beside you.
confused by what you said you were,
yet accepting.
constantly trying to throw everyone off,
everyone the same.
thinking the road untraveled was all the rage,
but, the road untraveled was all a play,
all a written before your time,
like a well played opera, 
like a well composed photograph
ripped off,
traced into an mixed media piece.

slamming, silence. 

the room echos, but no one person is to be found.

we let go of everything,
yet…
there was never a thing to grasp,
no hand to hold,
no light to find,
no moment to cope with,
no dream to come true.

how sad it is, now,
to know we are

alone. 

March 8, 2014
Family portrait outtake

Family portrait outtake

February 2, 2014
Double Exposure, In Camera
Digital, Nikon

Double Exposure, In Camera

Digital, Nikon

January 27, 2014
Montgomery, Alabama - In-camera double exposure Digital, Nikon, .raw

Montgomery, Alabama - In-camera double exposure 
Digital, Nikon, .raw

January 7, 2014
Birdhouse collection - ballpoint and sharpie - imported and expanded in Illustrator

Birdhouse collection - ballpoint and sharpie - imported and expanded in Illustrator

December 31, 2013
All we are

sleeping alone is the saddest song,
to a cello with no case,
no strings,
when it can feel the warmth and the energy of being strung.
And life is hard when when you feel the cold sheets,
in arms reach,
when last night they were warm.

2:28am
Filed under: poem sleep 
December 28, 2013

Photoset from today

12/28/13

8:40pm
Filed under: fog trees bohkeh grain nikon spooky sadness 
December 15, 2013
8) A$AP Rocky - “LongLiveA$AP”
The typeface is my favorite: Mr Eaves Mod OT
It’s supposed to be hard to read.
The photograph is a digital triple exposure, all in camera.  "Baptised in the gutter" is a slap rhyme from the song "Phoenix" on A$AP Rocky’s rippin album "LongLiveA$AP."
This album is a festering embodiment of what rhyme and rap should take hold of and acknowledge. Using guest artists to its full advantage,  A$AP waits till the last second of every beat, teetering on an exponential album. Minus the samples, this album would have been number one.  

8) A$AP Rocky - “LongLiveA$AP”

The typeface is my favorite: Mr Eaves Mod OT

It’s supposed to be hard to read.

The photograph is a digital triple exposure, all in camera.  

"Baptised in the gutter" is a slap rhyme from the song "Phoenix" on A$AP Rocky’s rippin album "LongLiveA$AP."

This album is a festering embodiment of what rhyme and rap should take hold of and acknowledge. Using guest artists to its full advantage,  A$AP waits till the last second of every beat, teetering on an exponential album. Minus the samples, this album would have been number one.  

November 30, 2013
For the Spirit, part III

she came to me in a dream,
white linens, cold air, mixed artificial heat.
she opened her eyes for a moment and 
whispered, “come get in bed.”
and threw the sheets over her leg.
i stepped to the side,
and leaned my shoulder against he wall,
her hallway is narrow, 
and there is a door behind me that
I don’t remember coming through.
I wore boots in this dream,
and I slid them off and then my shirt.
i sat on the edge of the bed,
she’s already asleep,
at least I think she is.
her eyes are closed, 
breasts slightly exposed,
the moonlight is full in the room,
her black hair, blue,
heart tired, and mind unglued.
Silver linings in the backs of my 
baby blues, and she opens her eyes
to see my face to the side, 
six tears fall as I look back, 
back at the last seven months.
She leans over and pushes her head into my shoulder,
"let’s get some sleep, I don’t want to talk."
and smell her hair,  
a scent that would stop me dead in my tracks.
i can’t remember how i got here,
and it must be a dream,
I lie down beside her and then to the other side,
she likes her space,
but, i inch my toes closer to hers,
i put my foot underneath hers,
to show her i’m not running away,
i’m not going anywhere,
i disappeared into the night,
got caught up in the heartbreak,
got caught up in the mindset of being afraid.
And I reach over, tip-toe my fingers down her back,
a steady embrace,
and then I wake alone. 

November 27, 2013
To the Wind, of the Father

I hold a small red ball,
It reflects the light from afar,
I toss it into the air,
With all my might,
and the reflection is gone.
The power of words,
the words unconsidered,
are faster than a train carrying those to find their loved ones.
And like that, it could be done.
But, not with these nights.
Smoke between the mirrors,
We can see ourselves,
But not separate.
Just in a different light,
The one that was shown in the ascension of that small red ball.
It’s the only thing that could see.

November 26, 2013
Top 10 Albums of 2013 continues with…
9) The Wonder Years, with its album “The Greatest Generation”
Pop-Punk? Yeah, whatever. It’s good, okay.
My character doesn’t portray on that would enjoy such music or to have this one in my top 10 albums of the year.
Nevertheless, this album really hit home, from the very first listen. Perhaps the mood of the album, which is reminiscent and just honest. Or perhaps it’s just terrifically composed album with a lot of lyrics are seemingly perfect. It’s not the same mill-run pop-punk you are thinking of, I promise.

The photo was taken outside of Charleston, SC. It’s an in camera double exposure. Hand illustrated lyrics from the song “Passing Through a Screen Door, were added within Illustrator. 
Long live.

Top 10 Albums of 2013 continues with…

9) The Wonder Years, with its album “The Greatest Generation”

Pop-Punk? Yeah, whatever. It’s good, okay.

My character doesn’t portray on that would enjoy such music or to have this one in my top 10 albums of the year.

Nevertheless, this album really hit home, from the very first listen. Perhaps the mood of the album, which is reminiscent and just honest. Or perhaps it’s just terrifically composed album with a lot of lyrics are seemingly perfect. It’s not the same mill-run pop-punk you are thinking of, I promise.

The photo was taken outside of Charleston, SC. It’s an in camera double exposure. Hand illustrated lyrics from the song “Passing Through a Screen Door, were added within Illustrator. 

Long live.

November 26, 2013
For the Spirit, Part II

staring into the distance, we were never given a time, or a number,
and i never saw this coming. not like this, not right now.
indecision of irrationality and phone calls at three in the morning.
A road which was once as straight as it could be, I was looking too far ahead to see what was right in front of me.
staring into the distance, looking for the future, causing the present to become something of the past.
And i never saw this coming, not like this, not right now, not ever.

November 24, 2013
Of The

A day to the night, on and on.
Finding a fork in the road, for variance.
Sixteen years and I’m making myself mad.
Times of minding my own shadow,
Times of pouring salt in wounds, exposed again.
My mind is the river and it’s overflowing,
And a day to the night,
It’s like washing my face with oil,
Setting fire to the fire,
It’s like day to night,
And there’s no sign of the end.
Sixteen years and I’m finding my way out,
It’s been nine since I’ve found my mind.
And it’s gonna take a few steps,
To find the distance,
The distant.
You could travel forever and never find your soul,
You could sleep forever and never calm your mind,
When you set fire to fire, with no end in sight.

9:04pm
Filed under: poem love 1111 creative writing