Shorts

Shorts

Omitted in A Sea of Words

Bound to a spine are the leafs that I have chosen to construe. On the cover, the title is embossed with a sandpaper texture that catches between my fingers. The stock bound to the cover was the perfect weight fluttering in my hand with grace as I turned each page.

A Sacred Marriage

The waves reached as far as they could before falling. They continuously asked for the rays to embrace them. Soon enough the sun would gently lay it’s head on the shoreline.

The Toxic Encounter

These four walls I have built in my mind have faded and are colorless. I have found myself sequestered in a world that has no boundaries. A decade has gone by and the realization of my life has hit me…
I am motionless.
-KNOCK  KNOCK-

15, the Girl in the Void

Whenever I think of you I always recall the first time I saw you. I can still feel your eyes frisking my soul, how the electrifying energy zipped through my body stopping my heart and how I forgot to breathe. I use to believe that I ran from you out of fear of knowing the truth but it was quite the opposite. I was to know all of you, everything that made you good but the fear came from everyone’s disdain of the bad that made you who you were.

A Girl Can Dream Right?

I like to picture our phone calls with the songs you chose for me playing in the background as that scene from a cliché high school sweetheart movie.You know, the one where the lover boy stands outside throwing rocks at “her” bedroom window. She comes to the window, shakes her head, blushes, and quietly opens the window with her finger pressed to her lips. He would then hold up the boom box and serenade her with these songs that projected his feelings with a voice.

Poetry

Poetry

MY WORK

Photography By: Ian Dooley

My Peace In Our War

My eyes now considered a foreign invasion to my body
Tears will not help the chaos
Blankets of sand stretching for miles
My cheek bones pressed against natures cover
An abrasive texture but not for wiping away fear

Para Love’s Dox

If I could I would give you all of me
I’ve been given everything
Every word unspoken lays gently on my heart like rose petals
You whisper o’love
And I become the echo of your words vibrating endlessly

Burn To Ashes, Love To Dust

But you set fire to my heart
Heard me cry out as you walked away
Why would you leave me this way
Tears vaporized into thick air
No help for me to call
As I burned, my love fell to ash

When We Write Poetry

When we write our poetry on the lines of our colored paper
There are no beginnings or endings
We draw the love with our blood
Through our veins we trace the source while racing
Our hearts

Her Imperfections In Standards

Society’s definition of standard hands slowly grip tighter around her neck
You’re not small enough
You’re not big enough
Your bosoms don’t bust the seams of your shirt bringing the men who wallow in thirst to their knees

Grateful For Her

‪Sometimes I miss those pieces of me that have died and I’ve buried‬
‪In those moments I want to dig them up‬
‪They no longer resonate with the me of today so I won’t‬
‪But I miss the security of their nostalgia‬
‪The warmth of their memory makes me happy to have been her‬
‪Which makes me grateful for who I am now‬


COLLABORATIONS

Collab | Episode of Sublime

You are the word that rhymes with the pangs in my heart
Once love goes away
Oh but when love runs from me
The pangs become pain

Collab | Perception of Greener Grass

Perhaps we are greener than the grass on the other side.
Perhaps our demeanor is crass to cover pride
That comes before the fall covers what we covet
Chlorophyll filling our monstrous pupils and overly conscious budget

Art

Art

A B S T R A C T | C A R T O O N

I Am the Cup Filled with My Love (Alternate)
I. I Am the Cup Filled with My Love (Alternate)
I Am the Cup Filled with My Love
I am very much into self-love and empowering women to love on themselves more than ever. I want to send a message through imagery on where the source of eternal love comes from by reminding women like myself that “I Am the Cup Filled with My Love”. Quote By: Shan Bae
15, the Girl in the Void
She was created to portray the visuals of a character in one of my daydream stories that I wrote. You can purchase this design as a poster here.
Jss Ambyance
I created this piece for my sister in hopes that it would cheer her up. I also wanted to work with a familiar face and a different image to play with the final outcome.
Empathetic to Her Perception
I wanted a nice logo that represented my brand and how abstract I am when it comes to my mind. I think outside the box and I would like to share that with those who are similar as well as those who would like to understand. Luna and Star
Enomas Thron
This design was done for another sister of mine. We started with another image and it just wasn’t enough. She likes the abstract look like myself and we are both writers who often drift into metaphors and stories with a twist. She also wanted to remain anonymous in a sense but now the cat is out of the bag. This also gave me more experience working with someone who wanted my art outside of myself.
To Feel Is to See
I wanted to share this piece with you as an exclusive sneak peek to my book Philautia. I am very excited about this book and it has so much love to give. As I grow this book transforms with me in my poetry and graphic art. We live in a world where we have moved away from our hearts and view everything from a black and white perspective. Forever and always will we be able to experience life fully through connecting with our hearts instead of our minds. This is what I would like for people to see when they look out into the world; endless potential.
Thread
This design is a book cover that I am currently working on. Stay tuned on news about this new title in the future.