Monday, May 29, 2017
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
poem of the day
bury me in your chariot.
let me go.
*cigarette
this was too good to be true. why would you lie to me.
i never lied. i just never told the truth.
fuck
you
let me go.
*cigarette
this was too good to be true. why would you lie to me.
i never lied. i just never told the truth.
fuck
you
Monday, May 22, 2017
the sun has been kind to you
"
my favorite thing about waking up for school is getting a wake up call from the sun. its own shy beams stream and gleam through the empty abyss that is my eyes. i used to dislike the sun for i am a moon woman.
i am so pale, so cold, so empty. at times i find that i am the sun, very blinding is the light. its orange waves caress my face in the morning but high noon is the worst time of the day. i worship the moon yet i respect the sun. their presence enlightens me.
when the deep waves and the enlightened one kiss, art is fulfilled. the emptiness within the moon is misunderstood as selfish. they don't mean it.
the moon has a mind whose thoughts are saturated with sadness, surpassed by the shining sea. for the sea follows the moon but may seek the sun. get lost in the sea of the eyes and get struck by the everlasting underwater moonlight. though i may not be your preference of a sunrising perfection, i deceive you with my moonlit heart and abysmal mind with ocean eyes, deep but empty and rather dark and pointless.
the vividness around me, for i see in color. primary colors bring bliss to my mind and shower my eyes with pleasure. yet who am i? my attraction has barriers yet is suddenly not there. the nature around me gives me an inexplicable euphoria. for a name is a name yet among these flowers i mean nothing and i will die with these flowers. i will blossom as the swan dives and the deer sleep.
simultaneously, i am the wind, but who am i? i make a noise yet i calmly, gracefully live. the spark of my emotions travel and i am surrounded by a fake reality. but on earth nothing is real and in space i feel saturn's rings will carry me home, along with the loudly silent
supernova.
"
words by maria socorro belina contreras
my favorite thing about waking up for school is getting a wake up call from the sun. its own shy beams stream and gleam through the empty abyss that is my eyes. i used to dislike the sun for i am a moon woman.
i am so pale, so cold, so empty. at times i find that i am the sun, very blinding is the light. its orange waves caress my face in the morning but high noon is the worst time of the day. i worship the moon yet i respect the sun. their presence enlightens me.
when the deep waves and the enlightened one kiss, art is fulfilled. the emptiness within the moon is misunderstood as selfish. they don't mean it.
the moon has a mind whose thoughts are saturated with sadness, surpassed by the shining sea. for the sea follows the moon but may seek the sun. get lost in the sea of the eyes and get struck by the everlasting underwater moonlight. though i may not be your preference of a sunrising perfection, i deceive you with my moonlit heart and abysmal mind with ocean eyes, deep but empty and rather dark and pointless.
the vividness around me, for i see in color. primary colors bring bliss to my mind and shower my eyes with pleasure. yet who am i? my attraction has barriers yet is suddenly not there. the nature around me gives me an inexplicable euphoria. for a name is a name yet among these flowers i mean nothing and i will die with these flowers. i will blossom as the swan dives and the deer sleep.
simultaneously, i am the wind, but who am i? i make a noise yet i calmly, gracefully live. the spark of my emotions travel and i am surrounded by a fake reality. but on earth nothing is real and in space i feel saturn's rings will carry me home, along with the loudly silent
supernova.
"
words by maria socorro belina contreras
Saturday, May 20, 2017
dec. 18, 2016
on this day, one of the most important college professors i've ever had passed away. kevin jenkins was a huge stepping stone in my journey as a graphic designer; he was one of those professors who wanted to see you shine, wanted to see you succeed. the design program at college of the canyons would not be what it is today without his hard work and dedication to it.
he once wrote me an email that had me smiling from ear to ear; a simple one to congratulate me on a great semester. i'm sure he did not know the impact it had on me. i printed it and kept it in my files ever since. i look at it when i'm unsure if graphic design is for me. but he instilled passion and confidence in me, i'll always remember him for that.
he got me to do some work for an author that actually got published. my first piece of graphic design in the real world. i sent him a text to come to the book signing. he never responded. it was probably too late by then.
kevin jenkins i will miss you. sorry for not ever going out for lunch like you wanted. that is my only regret.
he once wrote me an email that had me smiling from ear to ear; a simple one to congratulate me on a great semester. i'm sure he did not know the impact it had on me. i printed it and kept it in my files ever since. i look at it when i'm unsure if graphic design is for me. but he instilled passion and confidence in me, i'll always remember him for that.
he got me to do some work for an author that actually got published. my first piece of graphic design in the real world. i sent him a text to come to the book signing. he never responded. it was probably too late by then.
kevin jenkins i will miss you. sorry for not ever going out for lunch like you wanted. that is my only regret.
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| flamboyant as heaven james "kevin" jenkins 1965-2016 |
Saturday, May 6, 2017
call me
i just updated my background
is it risky? well, everything on the internet is risky and we're on the brink of WWIII so might as well make some friends before we're done here.
also you can just text me.
adi-deuce!
"im fuckin with addy, im watchin my dose"
is it risky? well, everything on the internet is risky and we're on the brink of WWIII so might as well make some friends before we're done here.
also you can just text me.
adi-deuce!
"im fuckin with addy, im watchin my dose"
