Observations

Brief Encounters
His face was so stern, no hint of friendliness. And no returned smile upon receiving mine. He seems distant, no room for foolishness. And as quickly as he came into my life, he walked out, just a brief encounter we will always be.

Observation of boredom
Slummed over, her only entertainment; sharpening pencils. She slowly and carefully collects the shavings, as if the prolonged time doing this will save her from boredom. Perhaps there is something more to her boredom, as her expression expresses a need, a need to belong.

Soggy Cereal
Deflated and gross looking, forgotten and not wanted. Born to be thrown away.

Washroom mirror
The washroom mirror is where imperfection lies, messed up lighting gives off false images. Splattered with products, giving a distorted reflection.

Fake flowers
Dust always seems to collect on fake flowers. Fake flowers remind me of not accepting change, there is never a chance for something new, consistency…

My Day...

Had a nice shoot today, there were like six models and around ten photographers give or take. It was quite fun, was a shoot for models and photographers in the area. Aside from having fun, I have made some connections and I will also be get some shots from today, not bad. I know I’ve not written in some time, I guess I just wasn’t in the mood to put my thoughts down for everyone to see them, or to who at least reads my blog. It’s up in the air but I may be doing another shoot tomorrow, I have one on Wednesday for sure. Oh how I love the camera, it’s really a passion. I have a photo from one of the photographers from today; I’ll put it up for you to see. I’m thinking about visiting my high school tomorrow, my sister told me people have wanted me to visit, so we will see. Nothing too exciting these days, just some shoots, and hanging with friends, perhaps I will have something interesting to write later.

Your Kiss

Heart beating so fast, reminding myself to keep breathing, you take my breath away and I lose myself in your grasp. In a world full of many people, all I can see is you and you’re perfect. Your kiss; so controlling as it takes over my body, and yet so passionate, that I never want it to end. Entangling my fingers through your hair, you make me weak in the knees Love. Releasing me from your spell, I feel lightheaded; all I can manage to say is, “wow”. You smile at me, holding me close to your heart. And everything seems alright…

Observation of the simple things…

The Things I Think…

The feeling of pressing a thumb tack into a never been used space. The way the sunlight creates a shimmering rainbow on the cool tiles, so early in the morning. Staring out the window, while early risers drive past. Sipping your practically cold tea, when your cat comes to greet you. Soft creaks from under your feet, quietly you walk around. The familiar tune from the cuckoo clock, going about its rounds. The coolness of the air, as it touches your naked skin. The warmth of proceeding water, as you wash away yesterday's thoughts. Knocking others over, you pick your favourite one. Wrap yourself into its warmth, and for a moment...for a moment, everything seems ok, and that you are looking forward to a brand new day.

Recollection (subject matter for mature audiences)

-This is a simply a short story that I have written, it does have mature subject matter, sexual content as well, so read at your own risk..aha couldn't think of a way to end that little blurb there...


Sitting at the edge of the bed, I anxiously wait for you to come in, swinging my feet softly, I absentmindedly stare into the dresser mirror. As I hear the door softly open, I look up to catch your gaze, you stare intently, lingering for an extra moment. Slowly walking around the bed, you crawl up behind me, gently kissing the back of my head. I sigh softly to your familiar touch. You trace your fingers over my body, outlining every curve, slowly pulling me back into the middle of the bed, your arms around me. Your kisses travel down my neck and reach my shoulders, where you turn me around to kiss my trembling lips; your touch sends shivers down my spine. You stop to look at me again, I return your stare with a smile and reach up to hold your face and kiss you again, this time with a growing passion and need. Laying me down, you proceed to kiss my body, lingering at my stomach before you slip my night gown off. Fully exposed, I want you to have me. Spreading my legs, you kiss my inner thigh, working your way to my most sacred place, when you get there, you greet with another soft kiss. I feel overwhelmed, my body pulsing for more. Your tongue sliding along feels so warm and seems to be too much for me to handle, but you don’t stop, you continue to satisfy your hunger. Plunging a finger inside of me, followed by a second, you send me over the top, I gasp in pure pleasure as my body stiffens, suddenly appearing to be hungry all over again, you lap up my juices. Not wanting this to ever end, I ask you to have me. You lift your head searching for reassurance in my expression, with that confirmed; you slowly climb on top of me. Breathing heavily I wait as time starts to speed up, you’re already going in, I gasp in shock. My mind becomes too cluttered to concentrate, I close my eyes. I feel you slowly going in and out, I can feel everything, as you pick up speed the pain slowly numbs, sobering my thoughts. I open my eyes to meet yours, sharing a silent thought, that you now have a special part of me that can only be given once.

A Little Blurb

Alright, so I’ve not written anything in a couple days, I know, I guess I have been feeling lower lately and not too sure how I am to explain to you why that is so. And I don’t feel that open right now, so explaining to you I shall not. Nothing too exciting going on, I just finished eating some chicken noodle soup from Tim Horton’s though, I love their fresh soups, way better than caned. Anyways, that’s pretty much it right now, just thought you should know that nothing exciting is happening. I’m tired, so perhaps I will dream about exciting things happening, I’ll let you know.

Deathly Beautiful

I’m not hungry, I already ate she says.
I watch her; the game called death is what she plays.
I’m with her when she looks into the mirror time after time.
Repeating in her head she doesn’t look fine.
Beside her at night when she prays,
She wants to be beautiful someday.
Wasting herself away to nothing,
She ignores the words, “you should eat something”.
I hear her cries of desperation.
She fails again, no inspiration.
Deathly beautiful is what she is.
“Beautiful” is what she seems to miss.
No, she can’t do it by herself.
Needs someone to take her off the shelf.
To take her hand and tell her it will be alright.
That you’re not giving up until she wins the fight.
I am the one to take his hand.
Head held high, I’m ready to stand.