So I (try to) take photos and write poetry whenever I can, but this summer I've had family issues that've really killed my creativity. The photography is mediocre at best, and all the poetry was inspired by my girlfriend. You know the drill; constructive crits as well as basic comments are welcome :)
[b]Photography[/b]
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[b]Poetry[/b]
[b][i]Wings[/i][/b]
[i]The pain you feel
flows throughout me
in the form of
an infinite
helplessness.
And in my helplessness I anger
at the littlest of things,
so when I feel as I do now
hold me tight under your
angel wings.[/i]
[b][i]A Certain Thrill[/i][/b]
[i]I long to be together still
Within your arms a certain thrill
I’d walk the distance make the kill
For us to be together still
A tightness in my chest again
A thought of you the better when
The two of us together then
Your lips on mine I’m fine again[/i]
[b][i]Like Apple[/i][/b]
[i]You gaze at me from across the room.
Eyes soft with love, you come to me and
Hold me tight, hair sprawled out on my chest,
Burying your head in my shoulder.
Taking comfort, my arm on your chest,
You look up and smile, whisper my name.
Your lips are soft on mine, sweet like apple.
Run your fingers through my hair again.
Hold my face with smooth hands, smooth arms,
Even when I weep you are there to
Give me all the love that you have,
All the love that you are able to.
We rest, no matter I’m weeping or
You weep, not a care in the world when
We are together in the other’s arms;
You make all the pain in me vanish.
You rise, my eyes gazing to the moon,
No words could describe the feeling, but
The next time you ask why I love you,
Read this not with eyes, but your heart.[/i]
And then just something I wrote for a story I never really started:
[i]At night I don’t pray. I don’t sit there and play back my day like some sports reel. I don’t dwell on the mistakes I’ve made, or think of all the things I’ve learned.
Some nights I weep. Others I simply stare into the dark, mumbling unfinished poems stuck in my head. Some nights I drink myself to sleep, others I read, all the while a sadness creeps over me.
I’m sad because at the end of every day I know it was a day that I didn’t spend with you. I cry knowing that for whatever reason I could lose you by the time I wake, and that I didn’t tell you I loved you that one extra time. I drink and stare off into the darkness hoping that by some combination of imagination and vodka that you could be in my arms, and I in yours, and we would say we loved each other and sleep the best sleep and awake to a new day, still in the other’s arms.
It has never happened. I drink in the daylight and am sober in the dark, or pass out at dusk staring into pure nothing, but you are never in my arms. I never feel the touch of your soft hands on my leg, or the taste of your lips on mine. I never smell your hair or see your face.
I simply go to bed a hopeless drunken shell knowing that not only could this day be my last, but it could be yours as well, and no matter if we see each other that day or not talk at all, it is never enough. I can never do enough to sleep without you in my arms, without your breath on my neck, without you lying beside me.[/i]
For anyone wondering, the first three photos were taken with my old Fuji Finepix s700. By the time I took the last one, my Canon Rebel XS had come in, thus that's what took the final shot.
too much photochoppin, usually when you post process a photo you still want it to look like it wasn't really shopped, and that's what makes it a good photo. The poems were tl;dr for the morning but I might take a look later.
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Also were you hired for wedding photography? That's where the money is at.
Way too much vignetting on the third one. It shouldn't bring the highlights down so much.
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