City corners--Photography development

Psycho-- Photography development

I like my hair big

My love violent

And my sex aggressive

I am a public display of infection

No one is safe from me

And suddenly, I’m a angel on the floor

wearing broken bones and empty stare

Nothing more

Loneliness--Photography development

You look a bit like a hollow temple.

# The forbidden Queen

She could not lose him

If she did not have him

So she stayed far away

# The lonely king

I can’t explain it

But I’m going to keep pushing you away

I hope you insist to stay

# Walls

She walled up the soul, closed the gates to her realm

For too long

She became a town of ghosts

How ironic it is

We build walls to keep the people out that we most wish to let in

Some names build dreams inside us

While breaking our very bones.

Ghost Town-- Midnight underground symmetric photography development

With the tall walls we built

Sticks and stones could never reach us no more

And we wind up being the kings and queens of nothing.

Everyone has a sentence they kept hidden from the books they are reading out loud.

Tiger Lily--- Remote self-portraits

Trust me

If I am a computer

I will be capitalizing the letter “ I ” all the time

I can’t help it

It comes with every package deal

She is made of art works, confusions, imperfection, jealousy, madness and a fearless soul.

A deep well of dim moonlight.

Her mother must have raised her to think she breathe fire.

I don’t come back to anything

I leave nothing I love behind.

# Flaws

She made mistakes

When she was too young

She is older, stronger and different

She makes far more serious mistakes

# Storm

She was not a vessel in the storm

-- She is the storm.

The shadow walker whispers from the corridor.

# Danger

She went rogue,

Rebelled against her heart to find the backbone

She was a unstoppable beast in her own way

Keeps her purpose hidden in her wounds

Took anything she wants with a smile and a blade

# Knight

She was a mess of half smoked cigarettes and wine stained shirts

She is a bad ass.

She’d polish her own armor, sharpen her own blade, staring at monsters in the face.

She’d pick up the pieces of her own heart and reassembled itself.

“ I don’t need them to fight for me,

But I’d love to know that they would.”

# Whisper

She put up walls as high as the redwoods

To make sure no one reaches her secret place

The only way to know her heart

Is by listening to the things

She doesn’t say

It was a patch of sunlight

In her lonely soul

Coming through a small window

That opens once a while

Forest of cold steel--Photography development