A mad soliloquy
In a train on an island
Sounds of words
Reaped by a heart broken
Absinthe colored gleaming night
Reddened eyes with surprise
Lullabies laid over sweet lies
1 April 2017
A dangerous force of natural unstoppable, even by her own measure.
To construct my words
Of which I cannot bite
I am taking breaths
Every second in sight
Tongues tied so true
I stutter and trip
Under some spell
Lash after lash
Of whip after whip
I cannot recall
A fate of love
With a most passionate fall
21 March 2017
To lay guilty in my skin is to take for granted my gifts.
Decided to begin a black and white photographic series called, “Illusions”.
I wanted to call it “Illusions” because of a quote that I had wrote in my journal a few days ago.
“Beauty on the outside is just an illusion when beauty on the inside is without to compare.”
Basically saying, a beauty is nonexistent without “the whole”.
The definition for illusion states that it is “a thing that is or is likely to be wrongly perceived or interpreted by the senses”.
I do not always feel that everyone sees me as my whole self. People that know me may know differently than the next person, while mere acquaintances are scratching the surface of my personality. I am constantly perceived in pieces and I think that becomes a learning experience for human in this world in which we each share with one another.
Also, the “wholeness” of something can be very subjective, as is the definition of “beauty”; so, maybe that in itself is an illusion?
To me, this photo series will capture pieces of myself in my daily life that are intimate but I feel can shed light to my gentleness, positivity, and creativity.
Guillermo del Toro’s: At Home with Monsters
Bride of Frankenstein
“At Home with Monsters”
Guillermo del Toro: At Home with Monsters, LACMA
You’re on the verge of mesmerizing phantoms
The dead eyes realize the power of their gaze
And their heavy tongues wasted in dry moans
And in sequence, the wasting sighs play like a phase
A tantalizing dreamer can only hope
For a chariot will take away all her lost faith
To the spiteful darkness she will hide
But in that darkness she will find peace to cope