M-Audio

like a mess i made
     love
among the keyboards
wires, knobs

working like Da Vinci
      brilliant mad
with paint splatters transposed

into black stroke notes

connotations to conquer dire
     discourse:

brain- bicker!

pause...reflect!

...
...
...
cessation

then a slow and secular convulsion
mediates my sickly histories
     record and loop
through electric currents

feed the screen my impulse

give em all a message:

make music!
make beauty
...
...
...
make
     ♥

Gypsy, Mermaid

Time is inside me chewing up my organs
Time is inside me, screwing up my game

Time is begging me to dream with him
a step back from the edges razored linings
            my claim

to distressed denim and black thigh highs
a pair of Docs
and abandoned tee shirt holed

un petite bohemien
the girl who knows too many paths of thinking

I get lost in all the tinkering and point shoot develop
cyclone round the cape and sea bends

to seascapes
un petite sirene
beached and stranded transformed

gullied onto land and branded with
a tribal tattoo and a poppy;

marks like the tick tocks of my grandpa

And Time still asks me to dream with him
in a bed made of feathers
and sweet sprigs of
            French lavender

to quit grasps with the mortal entity
equating body to mass and law

and sweep me
            away away

with the minutes, with the hours,
with his little and big hands surrounding
all that he'd

wipe away...

what pours out of them
is more than
a human
mouth
could ever say

torn worn
haggard
and with too much
expended effort

but them--
they do it
like magic
and easy elegance
they pour out

sounds touching
every facet
of our condition
what we can
not quite wrap
around

the sounds so
lurid and lucid
touching
heartstrings tender

we bow

it feels good
   talking
about you

it feels good
   to
apply a devil face

to a devil's
   falsified facade

sickly thin
    pale cracks
push
   porcelain  skin-bone
from curses

inside the regime
   cross hatched
and bled and
 
 nobody
likes you

I pour my self
   heavy into
hurt words
  
for third party
   toxins

creep sneak
   in  
   in
   into the

narcissist
   stream line
ticker tape
   love parade

it helps me
   love myself
in mirror fields

like planes
   astral
through projections

light filtered
  
through
   a danger zone
perpetrator

hypocrite
to conscience guides
   crumpled

and crash landed
   in the trash
can i kick this

habit in my
   bloodstream
   lineage

family jewels
   do I

Have the balls
   to drop my customs
cold
dead
blank
  
   behind?

Pictures of you, Pictures of Shley

FRANK & FIRE

Yesterday, we found a frog swimming in our pool. His name was Frank. He was an odd whitish colour, presumably bleached from all the chemicals put in the water to filter it out. He looked like he was almost dying so we took him out of the water and put him on the deck. We noticed he had strips of yellow on the insides of his legs. He stayed still for a while and then hopped away. I hope he makes it to safety somewhere where he can get better and live happily. God speed, Frank

Later on in the night, we had a fire and roasted marshmallows. 

=)

The Block


1. So I can't figure out where to go with this script right about now
2. I want more lucky charms
3. I had a good time with the girls at Olive Garden today (endless salad and bread sticks... yumm)
4. I wish I had a new phone that reliably sent messages
5. I want summer to happen!
6. I can't wait for Saturday evening :)
7. I can't believe the first year of school's already done

sunflowers and a mirror

Prometheus

Inspired by that which is not necessarily considered beautiful, yet are essential to earth's life systems, this is Prometheus: Prose, Anatomy, and Insects. It explores the beauty of human body parts, as well as the delicate forms of insects, which we never seem to pay much mind to. We never notice how wonderfully intricate and helpful they can be because we brush them off as bothersome. Some of them still scare me, but I wanted to come to respect them glorify them in the way that I appreciate my body, the shell that holds soul and allows me to interact with the world. I included 3 poems I wrote. I loved making this. I hope you enjoy looking at it!

Materials:

I used burnt orange decorative and Stonehenge paper, pen and ink, and gouache and some water colours. I bound it using the Japanese stab binding technique.

Lovely, EXPENSIVE (almost $60!) gouache, I took a few pictures in the beginning of March to commemorate the beginning of what I didn't know would be a beautiful romance with a brand new set of paint. I did a lot of work in 2D design with it and it ran out a while ago. The pigments were so rich and pretty compared to the cheaper set of Reeves I bought. I miss them, but I found them for about $20 cheaper at Jerry's Artarama. Maybe I'll get some more and continue working because I've come to adore gouache. Later, I'll post some of my work up here. I'm particularly proud and fond of my final project, an artist book. Stay tuned.

Across Waves

   introduce me
to the water
  sucked deep inside
the swell surge
surf

the line's horizon
sweep the cells
of salt water
   weeping tides

a serenade of
yellow tangs
  carved into my curved
memory
of somewhere

it hurt to leave
like running away
   from home

longing
  the colours and smells
reminisce the concaves
  of lenses

just pictures
   and a pressed flower
or two
serve guardian

to elegant,
pastel shaded
   recollection

Perfectly Clear

my sweet nonsense
inexplicable
sideways crashed glances
can't help
the fire behind these eyes
I miss you
      most severe

but I am happy where I am
scared to blow breezily
back into a life
half wandered

    so long
broken where the road forked
and we went our separate ways
stifled by the haze of losing
consciousness

    days
dwindled on
with growth experimental
I've learned where
I belong in the wild
far off
from relative revelations
theories swollen
with disbanded hypocrisy

sunken
ships line
the insides
treasure lies beneath that
silver lining
a heart of gold


keep on searching

I'll be turning--
more perfectly
understood by
the imperfect me

Besides myself

    standing in sunsets
solidarity I'm made of
spider webs
   
    I'm strong