Shattered Loneliness It drags on for daysand sleepless nightsIn emptinessIn silenceIn the greyEngulfing my spiritwith it's frigidand unwelcomingBut all too familiar armsAs I mourn wilt in the dark cornerof it's embrace, AndIcannotbreathe. I cannot breathe! I can't breathe! Can't breathe Can't. BREATHE Br e a the
My faith occurred, In a peculiar moment, after a time of Religiously cursing all existence All over again. Then you Came along and changed my mind. Lingering with love, and lonely, you Elated my life.
Mosaic Tree: Tiles 4/6/2020
Most of my mosaic pieces are aquired through friends or family as gifts. Sometimes I collect everyday things to reuse in my mosaics like: broken plates, tile, broken jewelry. However, for my current project I purchased glass tile on sale at Micheal's. I want the opportunity to work with flat even pieces this time just… Continue reading Mosaic Tree: Tiles 4/6/2020
Mosaic Tree: Sketch 04/06/2020
And it begins...
For you mami Her dance, chaotically controlled, is amateur at best, but professional at soul. Randomly between her dance moves, she speaks excitedly, nearly shouts her positive opinion to me about The Weeknd, sings his lyrics, then returns to her half whatever-half choreographed dance just because she can. I cannot help but notice; she is… Continue reading The Weeknd
Places I Venture
2/29/2020Your tattoosare places I venture often intimately with my finger tip(if I'm conservative). I no longer ask youthe meaning of yourtattoos. Those stories are impressedon to the surface of my soul, like the way you watch me trace the inked details of your skin. I lookto meetyour eyes. Your smilethat smileof want and nowandwe lean… Continue reading Places I Venture
Getting a little dirty
There is a beauty to mess when it is mixed in with color, time, love and a platform to showcase it on. The process: I love to mosaic. I don't do it as often as I should. I spend more time thinking about what I could do with it then actually applying my ideas. In… Continue reading Getting a little dirty
Out of Water
In gasp,of the air...we sharedwithin the span of our daily rituals. My air nowmoribundandstalewithoutyou. I miss you!I missyou.Imissyou Photo by Gabriel P on Pexels.com
Take it Back
1-1-15 Intoxicated in your safety, I heard myself admit, "I’m in love with you," and I couldn't take it back. You and I both know well, drunk, I spew the truth. Photo by Snapwire on Pexels.com