She was born
A woman of the tides
Of dancing flames
Of boundless depths
And of fleeting mysteries.
On days like this
She exhaled deep
Blue
And shivered
White.
Her locks shook off
The dust
Of things
Forgotten.
Especially on hotter days,
She glowed bright
Sunlight.
Her lips burned
Crimson
And she danced on coals
Screaming to the skies
To echo
Thunder.
But in grayer seasons,
She lay still,
Obstinate like stone,
Asleep while it rained
And washed around
Her face
like dew on the
Green.
There were rosy days,
However.
She bloomed into a
Pink
And smiled with
Fluttering eyes,
Knowing fully well
How things wil
Land of my fathers
Of my Great Mother
Majestic, womanly, divine,
She lies quietly to her rest.
Weary.
It was only then
We knew,
Trembling in her sleep,
Her quake that humbles us,
Brings us to our knees.
We cower in fear.
Her dreams are disturbed
She weeps and drowns us
In our safe places.
Our bodies submerged
In her salt.
Her nightmares, disturbing.
The men of the land
Are at the mercy
Of her dark psyche.
What then, they ask, is enough?
Enough quiet?
Enough fire?
Enough tears?
Blood?
She is insatiable.
The elders gathered.
They bickered.
Manipulated.
But all those tricksters knew
The crucial answer
That none c
She was born
A woman of the tides
Of dancing flames
Of boundless depths
And of fleeting mysteries.
On days like this
She exhaled deep
Blue
And shivered
White.
Her locks shook off
The dust
Of things
Forgotten.
Especially on hotter days,
She glowed bright
Sunlight.
Her lips burned
Crimson
And she danced on coals
Screaming to the skies
To echo
Thunder.
But in grayer seasons,
She lay still,
Obstinate like stone,
Asleep while it rained
And washed around
Her face
like dew on the
Green.
There were rosy days,
However.
She bloomed into a
Pink
And smiled with
Fluttering eyes,
Knowing fully well
How things wil
i turn off the lights
all is done
as i try to forget
what is left in the dark
the next destination
so far away
my heart tied
to the doorpost
i've left myself inside
so long before
now is time to leave
and close the door
Many of the things I posted in the past were quite juvenile. I can't help but laugh or cringe at these things in hindsight. I was in high school, after all... I do hope my posts have improved somewhat. Admittedly, I pulled out A LOT of my art works... the better ones.. Copyright issues...
That aside, I am STILL lacking a scanner for my art... so I will make do with pictures of them. I apologize for the quality but hope you enjoy them anyway.
hello people...
im actually writing this journal for a purpose....
it occured to me that all my photoshops are... of me...
why? because i don't have a darn camera to take pictures!
and i cant use the other pics in the computer... because they are of everyone else! and duh i cant use ther pics...
nyarghhh....