February 2012
2 posts
November 2011
4 posts
August 2011
1 post
1 tag
July 2011
1 post
June 2011
2 posts
Story of a Strang-(h)er
With each posture she settled in each final print. She yearned for more than the reflection of her, depicted by the results of snapshots. She seeked for something truly genuine. She sought the touch of man, that would slowly trace and tickle her inner spirit from top to bottom. She longed for the gaze of a man to be stared upon, not for her chest but for the exquisite eyes she possessed and the...
May 2011
2 posts
March 2011
3 posts
Replayed
I’d like to, grab this canvas and this brush. Paint the oh so elegant optics embedded in those two curve like sockets. Add a little vividness onto her already permissive skin. Multiple strokes to produce delicate hair particles that reside on the pinnacle of her head. Slowly sweep her succulent lips across the middle of her face with a smile that breaks necks. With cheeks that resemble that...
Your chariot awaits.
January 2011
2 posts
Mrs.
Having the capability to do anything she wanted. Conquer seas no man has dared to cross. Soar the highest of skies ever to exist. As if she was brushing the hair off her eyes in style. With the world below her two feet she could manage more than enough with her eyes closed.
November 2010
2 posts
"Lemme paint this real quick"
Shhhh, close your eyes. You are an artist. Now just imagine, imagine the most exquisite ocean residing by the bodies of sand before your presence. Take hold the brush of mental imagery and paint the scintillating sunset at the corner of your view. Add a driblet of humid passion upon your skin. Slowly sweep the sounds of waves, chitchat, laughter, and good company onto the canvas of paradise. For...
October 2010
9 posts
Beautiful Nihilist
Some people grew quiet because others forgot how...
If you do not give it thought, why should those...
” See, I had this dream about fame the other...
Watchxmarkcayabyab:
Hella dope.
Gaining independence is first recognizing all of...
I wanna go back
Sometimes I kinda wish I could go back in time and make some minor and major changes over the years starting from ” Hi, I’m Mark I moved here recently; Rancho seems pretty cool ” up until today. I’d like to see a quick glimpse of how everything would be, even just for a quick second.
September 2010
9 posts
Tick-tock she runs out with ease. Always near the wrist or just a turn away. We have a love hate relationship, a kind one would say. She can be the most favorable and moments later the most despised. Whether one would like it or not she’ll always be there. Her name? Time.
As if such things were easily obtained through an inviting inhale or an enticing sip
"Blank Music Sheet"
To her, I am nothing but a soft whisper, a silent symphony attempting to break through the barriers of her skin and into her heart while he, he is the loudest of the mainstream echoes that create the vibrations through her ear drums and into her soul. Playing my notes repeatedly, she hears them as empty cries as his notes override mine. I’ve been waiting, holding in my note for more than...
If looks could kill, consider her the next homicide
The third milestone to independence has been completed thanks to a few
August 2010
19 posts
Expect the worst…
-_-
Call me a hypocrite
The mind drenches in hunger and the heart fills with thirst. The desperation to drink from the cup of infatuation. To fight the forced rotation of the simplest of temptations. Drink as much as you can for the antics of time will slowly start to kick in. Kick kick, thump thump. Sounds of disarray come knocking about your door. Once its opened all you can do is venture forth north.
The innocent and correct get preyed on by an unjust world
“…my refusal to bow out to some abstract curtain and exist backstage with...”
– Denizen Kane
Sit silently. Exclude the outside light from the eye sockets with a long term compression. Slowly listen to the bodies of poetry being pushed and projected from mouths of the clandestine against the beating drums of your auricle. Now, dont resist.
"This Kid"
Let me tell you about this kid. This kid, hes only in his teens. A kid half your stature. Chasing the American dream or maybe a dream in a different scene. Double take. Look back and trying to redeem. For you see this kid could be free only to a certain degree. Hes either trying to clear the debris or always trying to flee. Trying to be gutsy, but can he? He doesnt know where to start, always...
"Stop right there!"
Tall, dark, and…wait what? So, this is the one you’ve been in search of. Tall, dark, and all of the above. He’ll call you babe, honey, and maybe love. He’ll give you this and that. Make you fall flat no strings attached. Not implying that this is a mismatch, but dam he made a fair catch. Not saying you should detach but let me have a rematch. Look my way, please obey and...
Faites de beaux rêves