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Lost but FoundI screech the car to a stop, this last stop sign telling me what to do,
I won't have one more second of it.
You pour out of the car, like liquid, your cute little sly smile showing you see more in me than most do,
You see the man I was and the man I can be.
We stare at these clouds, the beautiful clouds,
And block out what others have to say, what the fuck do they know anyway, what do we care.
The middle of nowhere ever felt so good, the road, the destination is never important, the time spent together is,
My urge is to push everyone away, but you grip hold, like we are connected by rubberbands, a little bit of distance before springing back.
So in the silence of this road, lost, but found, I draw you closer, I put my hands on you, like they rarely leave you away,
And you know that my touch is how I express so you know how I feel.
An Intro to my VersionAn intro to my version.
The basic psychologist description of introversion is.
A person who is energized by spending time alone. Often found in their homes, libraries, quiet parks that not many people know about, or other secluded places, introverts like to think and be alone.
Contrary to popular belief, not all introverts are shy. Some may have great social lives and love talking to their friends but just need some time to be alone to "recharge" afterwards. The word "Introvert" has negative connotations that need to be destroyed. Introverts are simply misunderstood because the majority of the population consists of extroverts.
It has taken me a lifetime to work out my problems in this world.
As a child I suffered terribly with being ‘Shy’ in groups of people, yet I was fine with my close friends but also had to have my re-charge time.
And it’s not until recently that I have really understood that I am a true introvert.
My job and my passion of photography req
One Simple LookFrom your floor,
Your hardwood floor.
Next to the fire,
Staring out the window at the fire escape.
You don't have a view,
So you internalise.
I try and see the world the way you do,
From your perspective.
And I will as long as you promise to see it through mine,
Through my lens.
I want you to see the way I see you.
But we struggle,
So we tell stories, of our loss.
By the fire in my yard,
From the mattress dragged to my floor.
Under the shower in the darkened bathroom,
I search for the simple words to tell you that you're beautiful.
But I trip on my words,
I wish I could say it from a look.
One simple look.
The True ArtistThe true artist is within,
He/She probably don't do it for a living.
They work 40+ hours at a job, but dream of art,
And save for the next project, for the next brush, for the next lens.
There is a million things in their way, distractions, obstacles,
Yet they still create, those are the true artists, that do it for the love.
They don't get recognition, or a million likes every time they burp.
They don't have staff to stock studios, or load film, or move lights or promote their vision,
They work their hours, save their energy, and use their spare time to create,
These are the artists that you want to know, and be around, and support with your body, your thoughts, and your money.
ExpectationsI’m sure as fuck not perfect,
And anyone that really expects me to be will be surely let down.
I have moments of clarity, where everything is bright,
And days of down time when I just want to think and be alone.
But it’s during those times that I want you to reach out to me, pull me back,
Because it’s a real fear that in one of those moments I won’t come back.
Like a face locked in when the wind changes.
That I’ll be gone forever, no more work, no more photos, no more me.
TrustIt's almost impossible to make your mark on this world,
The true art in what I do is gone.
Once it was skill, and knowledge mixed with science that created the still image,
You had to know what an f-stop did, you had to know about depth of field.
Now everyone has a camera, everyone is a photographer,
What I pride myself on, is still striving to be better.
Trying to bring my own life's experiences to my images,
Finding the right people, people with soul, people with hurt inside them.
Encouraging those people to let down their walls,
To cry, to laugh, to be sexy, and sultry, and scary and mean and passionate for my lens.
To reveal themselves, sometimes for the first time ever, sometimes for the last time ever,
Some reveal their hearts, some reveal their bodies, all reveal something.
Because if you think I'll just have you just standing there, you are wrong,
You will be encouraged to let go.
Know that I know my art, the technical side, the science behind a great shot,
Trust that for a fle
What is on the other side?When you're staring at your reflection, what do you see? It is obvious to most people that you see an
exact image of yourself, but how do you depict that lingering 'image' that surrounds you?
What exactly do you 'see' when you look into a mirror? Light is everywhere and no person can escape
it. The same can be said about a person's feelings no matter how hard they try to cast a shallow mask
behind their true emotions.
Just how fragile are we? There are some who have more willpower than others, but lack in other
departments that help to build us up. What is it that makes you a strong or weak person?
What are you gazing at? Do you perhaps see a strong individual on that other side of the light? Is
there something dark and mysterious about that 'impostor' that you just can't figure out yet? Where
are you? Who are you?
What is on the other side?
Why am I cursed with being a female?I've felt trapped in this undying corset for centuries. I've cried in ivory towers while they climbed on my hair and kissed me when I was unconscious.
I've longed for swords and horses and the battle for freedom only to be ridiculed and thrown away.
I was given as a main task to worry about how I look and how much I eat.
I was told I was but an instrument for child making and that my presence should be pleasant and mute.
I was painted on all the stones, all the walls, all the surfaces. I was put in all the books, all the poems, all the curses.
I made the children that made the world, and the world thinks I am weak.
I carry the weight of that world on my shoulders, be they white and round, or strong and square, or thick or thin, in cap sleeves or tank tops.
And yet the world makes me wonder every day -
Why am I cursed with being a female?
Eyes wide open, seen but not heard, a sound in the sight before it once could be seen by others. There is lack of sense with logic, and the truth of opinions mean more than they should.
The pain within, is but a thousand knifes jabbing at my soul, my tattered, broken soul. Who is there to trust? Who is there to love? What is the point when nothing truly exists? You are not real, I am not real, we are not real, nothing is real.
At night, alone and cold, tears roll quickly, the jabbing becomes a gruesome mutilation of hopes, dreams, and sanity. Stop laughing, it's not so bad. There are many cheering for you, can you hear them outside?
"Go for it! Yeah! We're rooting for you!"
Please make them stop.
Who knows, maybe they aren't saying anything at all. But nonetheless, they have a point, everyone must die sometime.
I hate you
I love you
I hate to love you
I love to hate you
I worry for whoever makes the mistake of befriending me. The person within me, I have my doubts about, but who is to
Blue met NovocaineBlue was looking for his Novocaine. He didn’t think it would be possible to find her…but they met! She found him in a dark corner, and she made him come back to life!!! What’s funny is that Blue always liked her Novocaine!!! The REAL Novocaine exists, Novocaine is real! Blue and Novocaine ARE real! Novocaine is such a sweetheart, such a beautiful girl, with a huge heart and an amazing soul! Her sweetness and her love are a drug for Blue!!! She’s an addiction for him!!! If Blue’s an angel, as Novocaine says, then Novocaine’s a Goddess, as Blue says! Novocaine and Blue are two beautiful soul who now are one!!! U2 said “two hearts beat as one”, and they were right!!! Blue can feel the beating of Novocaine’s heart, because her heart is his heart!!! Novocaine is everything Blue has always been looking for: sweetness, romanticism and a beautiful soul! I think Blue and Novocaine are two dreamers. Their dream will come true!
In light of today, World Suicide Prevention DayFirst a disclaimer: I am not suicidal, nor have I ever been.
However, I know about depression, and how it can lead you to seeing but one way out of your suffering: death.
It's not that you reallywant to die: you just want the pain to stop at last.
My long-lasting brush with depression started when I was about 14. I got bullied for passing my exams after missing three months of school. In hindsight, it seems like such a ridiculous reason to bully someone to the point they're dead inside – but kids can and will be cruel if they feel insecure, jealous, or otherwise beaten by life.
I'm 33 now. I spent about 10 years getting back up that slope after 'but' one year of bullying – but boy did that class of 31 people not make me feel at home. Only a few of them were actual bullies; the rest just either didn't care, played along a little bit, or turned their backs to me. I was the easy target: introvert, creative, always quiet and in the back of the class, never learned to fig
Murmurs The smallest squeak by a mouse can be heard by the largest whale. Hearing sometimes overpowers speaking, even if there are walls and doors separating the two.
$2 bag of candyYou can be here for just one second,
Go flush for a moment when you look into my eyes.
Your heart can get stolen for $2 bag of candy,
And you pants can come down for just one of my smiles.
Endless roads that take us nowhere,
There is nowhere we'd rather be.
Fairy lights on the dashboard of my car,
And promises of the things we'll do on the backseat.
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