novella

he was sweet
the boy of onyx and pearl
stared and smiled at me
those gems
i covet in my dreams
his drawl, comforting
southern
as sweet tea is
draws me in like honey to bees

he rested his hand on mine
felt the weight of him on top of me
my hand
he was gentle
i gave in
allowing our hands to do as hands do
fingers gliding across palms
intertwining
measured the heights we could reach
grasping
holding on to the moment
clenching
our skins blended
creating wondrous colours of butterscotch and toffee
sweet as caramel

the boy of onyx and pearl
stared and smiled at me
those gems
i covet in my dreams
i often call on him
to visit my hand
and trade stories of love
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killing me softly

how is it golden boy

that i allow you

with brutal tenderness

to touch

the very essence of me

wrapped around your fist

allowing bitterness

to drip from my lips

and you

exhaling sweet poison in my ears

telling me to breathe easy

while taking my breath away

how is it golden boy

that i bellow your praises

between gasps 

and

you laugh

with false satisfaction 

calmly casting your burdens down

across blurred eyes

as if i can't see 

love

killing me softly

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i laugh every time i read this

security!

security!

where is my security

blanket

balled up at the edge of my bed

cold

shivering 

teeth

clenching

my pillow

uncomfortable

lying on sheets of ice

numb

feeling around

feeling nothing

when feeling for you.

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portrait assignment

getting this assignment done was not the most fun which sucks because i love portraits. but with great pain, waiting, and disappointment i got it done. here is one of the two images. my teacher Neil likes it so hopefully that means i'll get an A. thoughts?

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conversation w/ self

How do you walk away?


walk away...? walk away?
that's like giving a child their favorite dessert then asking them to give it to their younger sibling.
walk away? humph
like cold turkey?
like i've been smoking a pack a day for 5 years and i just stop, just like that?
come on man
cut me some slack
this ain't some chicano selling oranges and cherries by the bag on the corner
or the same homeless man that nods and bows for change at the MLK exit off the 110
no
this is that some kinda
that first summer rain
like the stars are aligned type thang.
walk away...please
this is that bicycle on christmas
this is meeting your favorite poet and him reciting your favorite poem just for you
yeah
this is peace
wait...i got it, i got it
this is like...the bomb grilled cheese.

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poem

for harry or someone like him

can't be sometimin' round with you
giving you all
whiles you give some
whiles i'm thinkin' i'm gettin' it all

can't be sometimin' round with you
holdin' yo arm
whiles yo eyes roamin'
whiles yo neck breakin'
after the next thang that's hips sang
trippin all over yo self
like yo feets lost they mind

no, can't be sometimin' round with you
like you the last Dick or Tom
no sir
yo fire don't burn so hot
yo drum don't beat so heavy
yo tempo a bit too slow
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waiting, a photo story

so here are a few of the prints i've been working on for my third assignment, light & subject.






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the hours

he said it couldn't get any better
knowing the extent of his capabilities, assuming my own.
he laid down holding his breath, trying to catch what was left.
he placed his hand in mine and his arm around my neck, allowing my head to rest on him.
i listened to his quickened heart slow down its pace, beating in time with rain, drowning out the sighs in our breath.
i looked up at him looking down at me, our eyes having there own conversation.
i could tell he wasn't ready but i was running out of time.
if i allowed him to sleep, the morning would come faster and end what was left of this dream.
i kissed him softly.
he knew he could not resist.
our bodies spoke in their own language.
we conversed for what seemed like hours.
starting out gibberish, ending in tongues.
it always gets better he said. Read more!

about a boy or two

i let the idea of you and me
roll around on my tongue
and sit awhile
taking
precious time
to savor and re-taste
the sweet blend
of you and i together
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between you & forever

sitting here thinking....

wishing
i was there with you
laying
staring over at you
across sheets
under covers
you peel away the layers
and i'm exposed
bare
you and i
nothing between us but forever
i take my time with you
basking in the beauty of
your skin on my skin
my hands in your hands
you on my head
me on your mind
us together
i wish i could duplicate the feeling
this feeling
that i feel when we're together
like forever
really is the only thing between us

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the blower's daughter

kindred spirits in this life
his mind, my eye
i am the fruit
that sits closest to him
not wanting to fall too far from
the hymn in me
speaks in song
i feel him
and weep for us
his addiction, our burden
stifles those that love
those that long
to call him
daddy
longs to be free
to be seen as such
so he takes that hit
and i go down...

i am not a fighter
but a lover
of the image i see
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next assignments...

light & subject | portraits

brainstorming

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portraiture

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a love poem

i felt your hesitation
and knew
you'd hurt me
knew
i'd love you
me being
no stranger to pain
i've been a masochist
since my first

love

hit me
i hit floor
crawl in corner
hide
from fact
that
i do
and you can't

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untitled

i experienced our uppers

and downers

with cocktails and cigarettes

maybe one

once in a while

cause i don't smoke

but you

kept it fresh on my tongue

the taste

remembering the last time

tasting you 

sweet on my lips

and 

the bitter end

of us.

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course work

so i'm taking a color film photography class and it has been a bit of a struggle so far. i've been told, in so many words, that i am not creative, have no depth, and the harshest of all just plain sad.

here are of few of my non-creative, depth-less, sad prints...

depth-less?

non-creative?

sad?

i'm a work in progress

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a short conversation on love...

he: " you love me... don't you?"

she: " i wouldn't go that far."

he: " how far would you go...?"

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love overboard...s.o.s.o.s

only in el lay

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i wish u were here

and you could lay on me
and i could stroke your hair
and you could wrap your fingers in mine
and i could kiss your brow
and you could look into my eyes
and we could sit in silence
and enjoy each other

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