salt lake
i can't recall a feeling outside of our loveso i bathe in it routinelyin nights and on morningsi greet the water fondlylike a neighbor, or a judgethen slowly, submissivelymy impact is bracedmiles away, the sun flashes greenand for a second i spot remorse, wavingas it glimmers on the horizonand asks to kiss my nosein a manner so politely that it feels okay to say no,i won't go with her,even if i...
Lamb
Abundantly meadowed, my childhood farm
Marked by cowslips, apple trees, -
Yellow hay, honey bees.
Hand painted by Wyeth, almost.
A time-kissed bathtub lay face down.
Claw feet saluted the sky-blue,
Nettle speckled was she (the queen of all bathtubs) -
Cheered on by a bindweed gentry
The wear and tear, rosy-brown
The wear and tear, a home?
Delicate rot hollowed out a face-hole,
I, a child of ...
I Am Free
Making your own decisions is celebratedWithout anyone considering the impact of choiceThe limits on choiceRestrictions society forces on usLimits we input upon ourselves,Sometimes just for show:To demonstrate our ability at self-compliance But what a boring life that causesJust because you can stay within strict lines and rules and regulationsDoesn’t mean you’re actually livingMore just missing...
Sun Mother
I love when the sun soaks my skin she is my second mother I’m a house cat in a stray sunbeam and I won’t move from it all day face tilted up like a flower when I was little someone told me that my grandma was allergic to the sun-If I was allergic to the sun I would wilt and dramatically perish in the corner, soon to be covered in dust and darkness. on the other side of my family my grandpa,he ...
Reasons to step back from the brink
I think I will return to livingfor all the photos of methat haven’t yet been taken.For every kiss that I have been promised, and the jokes I still have not told.
I’d like to be around to wear in the soulsOf my Doc Martin boots,to feel the sweet sorrow of one more heartbreak. There are so many more shower time concerts drives to the sea, and days lying topless in the sun.
That feeling of not qui...
I am grateful to my mother for teaching me magic.
I am grateful to my mother for teaching me magic. She showed me how to pluck the hidden meanings in the words people spoke.The chants they tried to weave, the blessings to search for, the curses that threatened to choke. She traced the hillside of my nose and made me trace hers, too.“We share the same valleys and mounds,” she said. “It is a privilege for others to view.”She taught me the rollin...
The pain of growth
All shots by me @Struttcreative (John Hague) based around a struggle with depression, but ultimately being grateful for it because I've discovered and explored parts of myself I was too scared to confront. I'm a better person for it and moving forward with work still to do, but a better idea of what to expect of myself. It's been a life changing journey, though extremely difficult, it's turnin...
everywhere and nowhere
here lays a small and ongoing collection of images which aid my navigating through losing my best friend and love of my life, noah. he adored all that was introspective. in this collation of small, quiet moments i try and remember the beautiful moments before he was taken.
are we the forest
crawling along ever so fast,measure of speed unrelated to how crooked legs slumped.held a body above patterns reminiscent of Giacometti remembering what was spoken “you can watch the sunrise”sodden air the dark cannot decipher whether rainor mist around our stature is fluffed as a waterbed, clattering feet the rise and fall of elm grove.mating calls, breaking air, a night that desired all bu...
Hush you gorgeous, Holding you grateful, let leave
Hush my sweet.You are beautiful in this light.Gorgeous at this moment.Let me commit you to memory once again.Holding still, I feel my gaze could never leave you.You may one day leave me,Grateful and blessed.Leave me with this memory.
Fluidity: Grateful for non-rigidity
I am the abundance of wild flowers, dancing in a purple haze.
I’m the rush found within the thrill of spontaneity in the early morn.
I am the sound of softness when your bare feet hit cold gravel.
I’m neither here nor there but I am everywhere.
I am a tantalizing touch; sweet, forbidden and tempting fruit.
I’m memories, in the back of your head, keeping your mind on a high.
I am the radiance, k...
Life Inside of me.
Waking up to meI hear my sure heart that has carried meThrough broken tracksBurning bridgesI feel my tears pouringFrom what I thought I seeWaking meI touch the blankets that coddle meFrom the fear of being lonelyI push So I can be alone I pull my body up I’m walking I’m warm I’m talking I’m full I’m awake In my body My body has carried and crushedI’ve been quiet and dwellingDusting and scrollin...
Sabr
The death of a parent shatters you but at the same time it makes you stronger. In order to keep our relationship intact with the people we have lost, we tend to cling to things, ordinary objects, that were once associated with them. This state of bereavement is communicated through personal belongings that hold deep meaning and significance. Such objects elicit deliberate or involuntary memorie...
The Kiss
It was justA KISS.~To feel,One-anothersLips.It was just A KISS.~TO LIGHT THEFIRES,of DESIRES.It was just A KISS ~To Remember what OUR SOULS have Missed.It was just A KISS.~That HAD THE POWER TO STOP TIME. But It was just A SIMPLE KISS Part 2The question is:What was i, To you? Maybe, AT BEST - I WAS A kiss 💋, that will never be MISSED.Like A SHADOW, that NO LONGER EXIST. OR MAYBE ITS more LIKE...
Done
I'm doneWith theBoobs,BoozeAnd the blow.SHE HAD HER CLAWS DUG DEEP in my SOUL. MAKE'N ME DO THINGS, I WISH I WOULD'A KNOWN.SHEWASN'T GONNA JUST let me FUCK'N GO.She HADMEAND TREATED LIKE A FUCK'N HO.SHE wasn't going be SATISFIEDUNTIL SHE PUT A Fuck'n TAG ON MY TOE.THANK U GOD,FOR GET'N ME OUT OF THATSHOW I KNOW LONGER NEED THEBOOBS,BOOZEOR THE BLOW.I'M OUTTIES, GOD'S GRACE IS RUN'N THA SHOW..
Sometimes
Sometimes I need to speak To help make life easier to swallowAnd give a voiceTo my strength
Sometimes I need a challenge To push past the barriersThat hold me backAnd feel the victorySometimes I need to get lost In lazy days and magical placesPampering my soulAnd letting go
Sometimes I need a heart-felt word Of friendship and supportTo lift me upOff the groundSometimes I need to get a bigger ...
Dear Me: You DID that
You did that.Did what?Did that.That?You took your dreamsand flew,you said "no more",took your life,and reclaimed itas yours.You held your head high,cut off ties that strainedyour soul, and learnt how to bealone.I don't like to be alone.No one does, but you faced the mirror.Reflected; deflected everything,what servedand what didn't.You are connected;redirected on your soul paththat awaitsfor you...
Grateful for Me
Someone once said to me: “You have to fight until you can’t anymore, physically and mentally. You have to fight until you believe in what you’re fighting for, but if that belief goes away you have to stop fighting. Then, only then, you’re allowed to take your last breath, but when you do so guarantee that your death won’t be worthless, that you won’t become just a body ready to vanish in the ...
Breathe in Love
I stand. Eyes closed.Head forward.
I take it all in. Breathe.
I feel the vibrations of chatter, Sense the conversations ebb and flow,I smile at their exchanges, I know where they want to go,
Ears open nowEyes tooBreathe
I hear the words uttered, shouted, spoken, and sungWatch as they move,Play. Swing, leap and run.
Reaching out with words, My eyes lock in.Breathe.
All around me they swarm, Wit...
A happy moment
I am grateful for being able to witness moments before they pass by, The connections formed between individuals, the happy smile that brightens the radius around a person, the missed opportunities, hard wake ups, silences of contemplation. Sometimes I do not feel grateful, but then I remember I am here and I remember that I can feel, experience and I can express myself inside out- I am gratefu...
joy! pure unadulterated joy!
joy. something you should never run away from as it is a sensation you spark in others as if you’re a lightning bolt making its presence known during a storm. joy. that funny feeling you get when butterflies fill your stomach and make you giddy with excitement as if you could fly to every flower soaking in the beauty from each petal you touch. joy. an emotion so palpable it can dry the tear...
