Monday, May 04, 2009
Hope/Signs.
"Hope dangles on a thread,
Like slow spinning redemption,
Winding in, and winding out,
The shine of it, had caught my eye"
1 people in the crowd heard my words
the one and only you
Her lips, the lips with seems to perfectly complete her beauty; the adorning moment everytime I notice her pressing them together and biting her lower lip; the very same lips that I would have given anything to have it brush against mine.
Her hair, of which I used to kiss the essence of its growth; the top of her head; the enticing smell her natural scent; the way her hair is clipped to the edge of her forehead ever so perfectly and the way her hair seemingly crowns her beauty.
Her eyelashes, the way it curls up top naturally.
Her scent; the perfume of which fills my senses.
Her ears; the way they parade her earrings; that particularly large tainted gold earrings that she wears often that seemed to balance her personality.
Her arms; that seems small, but packs an enormous punch.
Her little drawings; her funny little sketches; if I had the chance I'd frame them up for the way it makes me laugh everytime I see them.
Her little laughs over MSN; the way it melts me everytime I know I made her laugh.
Her stature; the way her body is perfectly proportioned, the way she stands straight.
Her height; that complements mine; allowing me to plant a kiss on her head unnoticed; the way I'm able to hug her and give her security; her hugs.
Her taste of music; the songs that seems to comfort me, even tho the songs weren't made for that reason.
Her alter-egoes; the way she acts them out, making them so believable but ludicrously funny.
Her sudden sense of direction; the way she unknowingly holds my hand to point me in the right direction.
Her skin; her complexion; the way she steals the spotlight unaware that all eyes are on her; and the way she complains that she hates the attention shes getting.
Her humbleness.
Her passion for children.
Her life.
Her soul.
Her dreams.
Her aspirations.
Her thoughts.
Her mind.
Her goals.
Her challenges.
Her shortcomings.
Her flaws.
Her beliefs.
Her taste in men.
Her taste in non-men.
Her randomness.
Her everything.
0 people in the crowd heard my words
Friday, May 01, 2009
The story of a girl
Oh, beauty that surrounds,
Would you turn my life around?
Or am I another grain on the ground.
Oh, love we're going down,
Down to a place where love will never be found,
To a place where no one makes a sound,
For they mourn for the girl who was passionately bound.
They say love can always be found,
And yet it'll never cost you a pound,
But how foolish were the people of that town,
As the girl who was bound was forever frowned upon.
0 people in the crowd heard my words
The tulip and the bee
Was that all it was ever going to be?
For it was a sin for the bee to hope in glee,
For the tulip to blossom beautifully.
The tulip, in its enchanting glory,
Never made the bee sorry,
As the bee would only have a single story,
For he knew his wait would end in agony.
In an attempt to alter destiny,
The bee tried to shape history,
But the tulip he cared for dearly,
Had given him no future beyond neutrality.
0 people in the crowd heard my words
Thursday, April 30, 2009
A Long Overdue Post, with an excerpt for You!
Tears were all I had left. I had lost everything, I, sabotaged the best thing I had in my life. Everywhere I turned; there was at least one thing that reminded me of her presence. I couldn’t help it, I was falling, now deeper than ever. I had to pull myself together. I had to. If I don’t go after her, who will? I had to set things straight.
I got up from the bathroom floor, drenched and cold. My heart couldn’t possibly long for someone else more than it longed for her. My mind was in a daze. What could have possibly set her off? What made her storm out the way she did? What was it?
After a quick change of clothes, I got into the car, clocked the ignition, and drove off. There was no stoned left unturned in my effort of regaining her. I looked in every nook and corner, to no avail. I felt for the first time in my life, helpless. I wished that God would morph me into a canine, at least so I could find her through her scent.
I drove miles and miles, and at times, unintentionally passing the same street twice. I couldn’t help it. I was too much in a shock at her sudden shift off the norm.
I started fumbling around for my cell phone in the car. It was vibrating, but the lack of a ring tone made it hard for me locate it. Grabbing it, I answered the call with a swift key press.
“Hello?”
“Jay, is that you?”
“Cheryl? Where are you?”, I replied with a saddened tone, she never did call me by my name. Something was terribly amiss.
“I’m….I’m sorry. I really am. I know I owe you more than an apology, and definitely a reason; but I…I can’t bring myself to it. I wish you and I were back in the way we were, but I can’t stop fate. I’m sorry. I’m at…..”
0 people in the crowd heard my words
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Iceman Render.
4 people in the crowd heard my words
Monday, October 06, 2008
Pauline and Vincents Photoshoot
Some of the pics from the photoshoot :)
I think I wanna take photography seriously. =P
1 people in the crowd heard my words
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Yearbook Yourself!
Wanted to share with you this AWESOME site! What it does is take a picture uploaded by you, and photomontages it into its library of old yearbook pictures. Super awesomeness! Examples of myself
Add a little photoshop, and voila! A gay pedophile!
Here is a picture, done in the same technique as above
www.yearbookyourself.com!
1 people in the crowd heard my words
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Angelas Photoshoot
1 people in the crowd heard my words
