In My Shoes {explicit}

I just wish you knew

The kind of shit I go through.

The kind of things that make me wallow,

The kind of shit that is hard to swallow.

Been alone too long in my sorrow.

Been trying to make an attempt to vent

But all you hear is the lies I invent.

All I do is try and be real

But I don’t want you to see the pain I feel.

The kind of feelings I resent,

The kind of shit I can’t prevent

You say you wanna know me

But I just can’t agree

With your attempt to help me.

You just don’t understand

What it is like to be me.

I just can’t admit the situation I am in.

The kind of shit that goes under your skin,

The kind of things that make your mind spin.

These days just seem to get harder.

With empty thoughts and empty smiles.

Maybe it is just life’s trial,

These hardships that go on for miles.

I’m just so sick of the things I am in,

This reminiscing should just be a sin.

I just wish you knew

The kind of shit I go through,

The kind of shit I can’t tell you.

I just don’t care anymore if I let you down

Cause I am to lost to be found.

I know that u may have it harder.

Theses times are difficult, I know.

These kind of thing that make you woe

I hope things get better for you

But I don’t know what you go through.

Like you don’t know what I go through.

The Art of Silence

need to retake this….. great concept but too unfocused D: (fingers look weird)

Model: myself

“silence”

“All I want is silence…..to get lost in the darkness and quietness”

Unafraid to show the dark side of art, breaking boundaries everyday

Photography

City trip

Camera: canon rebel xsi

Title: Can you smell… That toxic air?

(some editing done)

Mental Ward

There are moment in our lives

when we are empty and deprived,

when the heart slows and strives.

It differs in all but it happens in totality.

Present in body lost in Mentality

unable to see the false and the reality.

I don’t want a Treatment!

There is nothing more that I resent

where humans give advise and consent.

White Straitjacket that they  have placed

is nothing more then just a disgrace.

Medical attention that they have come to waste.

There are times in which the emptiness calls,

unable to resists the Depression that befalls.

Mindlessly, despairingly locked between Walls

They are not curing me!

unable to fix us to a tolerable degree

popping Pills in disagree.

Lines of patients from young to old

broken and controlled

like puppets for the Doctor to behold.

Another Patient they could not Aid.

My Treatments and Data are left to fade.

when I was unable to evade,

the upcoming turning of events,

Experiments done without consent.

Atmospheric sadness and laments

Uncontrollable Seizures in the mind:

the number and time of Death has been assigned.

Another failure they have left behind

Corruption of the young

Part two:

continued to use water color elements…. felt it would be weird if i did mixed media on this

but this is just a protype of hopefully my bigger project….

for starters the oil drenched hand…. dose not look like how i imagined it

oh well i know now what works and what does not

click on the picture to truly appreciate the details

Taboo: interlude

The snow cascaded down, like pieces of diamonds it glistened as it fell. Silently I watched the world get covered by this white blanket. The white snow and the white fog hid everything making the once colorful world just one shade of white. Not knowing what I was doing here I walked ahead and found myself in front of a church. The church had two strong pillars on the side and beautifully adorn glass windows that could put roman churches to shame. From the entrance there was a strong light that engulfed the foreground. As I continued to walk closer I saw towards the center there was a silhouette blocking the light. His shadow stretched on, elongating and distorted his human figure. I didn’t seem frightened what he gave off intoxicated me and wanted me to approach him closer, trying to remove the shadow which covered his face. He looked like a bishop, wearing a pure white robe that kissed the ground as he walked. Interestingly enough he had a fascinating necklaces. Even from where I stood I could tell it was made from the finest of golds. What threw me out of balance was the crimson blood ruby at the center of the necklace, a color contradicting all of his softer colors. It struck me as odd but I think I was over thinking it. I looked up to see his face.

Behind closed doors

A new side of Sunset long gone

Fall pictures: check out my deviant account

CATARACTS

The different faces we See.

Constantly changing.

Fake everything–nothing left to See

Lost in their own world–mindlessly

The taboos left unanswered.

You know nothing, They know nothing

You don’t care, They don’t care

Obscured perception.

A flood of thoughts

and a million of words.

Confined lips– words unspoken

Unable to reciprocate.

Arise that shattered Fellow

Remorsefully left in hollow silence

Fortunate Blind Child.

Beautiful iris, Corrupted vision

Poisonous world– slowly cascading

Toxic people taunt the untainted

when nothing else matters

A lost light– Clouding eye

Cataracts