How My Business WorksHow My Business Works3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
The Forward MovementThe Forward Movement2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tragedy, abrupt to my very soul,
that left me far from whole.
The withered memory born unto my dreams again,
refreshed and once more binding me by chain.
The reopening scars I once upon a time, thought healed,
gape wide to open for the flood gates, red and revealed.
My witnessing eyes bleed out old tears from a rusted well,
Attempting again to put back out the fires of this age old Hell.
The rising waters find my feet and climb,
the two floods meet, where their cause is rhymed.
My heart from which the blood and tears flow,
now at where the pain does ever grow.
Close these outpouring wounds, build back up the walls...
Make for my feet, the forward movement from where my future calls.
Once again I will shed my skin,
leaving behind the marks of where I've been.
Self Made.Self Made.Self Made.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Research and re-emerge when you have found the answer.
Correct and perfect your craft and become your own master.
Refine your design until it cannot be further enhanced.
Instead of waiting, why not try creating your own chance?
Have the nerve to capture what you so rightly deserve.
Duly take heed but never concede to what you have heard.
Manually harness the tenacity to exceed your limited capacity.
Recognize that progress can either happen instantly or gradually.
Stay humble but don’t let it crumble when things start looking up.
Because those in a position of power are also known to be corrupt.
Remain independent; refrain from complying and relying on others.
But understand that those conceited people also needed loving mothers.
Polish and accomplish your dreams and visualise them into this reality.
Remember that failing is nothing but one of life’s constructive formalities.
So be confident go and see the things you have always wanted to see.
Allow yourself time
Foolish girlstrange what desires will make foolish girls do.Foolish girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
....Mostly i think about being someone else.
In a warmer place.
I pretend that i have everything
I yearn for.
To hold, to feel
To never be alone
I watch him... and its a small comfort.. a girl cant lose what shes never had.
Pacifymidnight ritualsPacify2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are not what
and the naked women
where is the cauldron
where is the smoke
I see a fire (contained)
at the bottom
of a glass
a superficial warmth
the honesty I was promised
through its hands,
afraid of sounds
at its door
Divine ConspiracyGod's gang bullied Lucifer to Hell.Divine Conspiracy2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
JourneyThe journey is so much longerJourney3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you don't use your heart as a map, I say, while
traveling down your heavenly-rich brown hair.
Are you listening? or maybe you already knew that,
not surprising, but either way I'm filled up
with the most beautiful bliss, and you're to blame;
you and your smile that you're barely ever without;
hard to believe there is so much power in a simple facial expression,
but it transforms us inside, like the beauty in an autumn leaf.
Take me to where that smile comes from;
take me to where happiness walks the blue skies,
and kisses the light.
Be the heart and the map of my journey――
you're already the beauty of it――and I'm bound to
along the way see a lot of sunsets and cherry blossom trees,
that's just like you isn't it?
DesperationYour spine is a secretDesperation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my fingers can uncode.
Your vertebrae cracks open,
your secrets are exposed.
I suck out the tender marrow
and scrape flesh off the bone
hoping; if I absorb you
I will no longer feel alone.
EncoreRemember how I used to sayEncore3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't wait for a brand new day
But now I'm scared of death, I'm scared of living
Gave up on my hopes because they're unforgiving
I misplaced my trust
I've watched my world turn to dust
Fought through things that felt never ending
And my heart just keeps on mending
Secrets mound behind my closet door
Pieces keep spilling out onto the floor
But here it is, the day I have to go
I will try not to let it show
How terrified I really am
I will fight as hard as I can
So we can sit side by side
And watch the moon divide
The water and the clear blue sky
One last time before I die
OdysseyWake up, and smell the rosesOdyssey2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Live up, to expectations
Inhale, your spotlight's fading
Exhale, your curtain's falling
Moonlight, pouring through your window
Words, pounding through your head
The words that you should've said
They've all risen from the dead
Keep up, with your Odyssey
Make up, your uncertain mind
Inhale, how can she be rescued?
Exhale, when you can’t save yourself?
“I begin to sing of Pallas Athena,
The dread Protectress of the city,
Who with Ares looks after matters of war,
The plundering of cities,
The battle-cry and the fray”
Wake up, and smell the roses
Live up, to expectations
Inhale, my spotlight's fading
Exhale, my curtain's falling
Moonlight, pouring through my window
Words, pounding through my head
The words that I should've said
They've all risen from the dead
Keep up, with my Odyssey
Make up, my uncertain mind
Inhale, how can she be rescued?
Exhale, when I can’t save myself?
How can she be rescued?
When I can’t even save myself?
Quoting LifeTime does not heal all wounds.Quoting Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is not always the answer.
But hate shouldn’t manifest either.
You will not always find a good for an evil.
Or find an evil for a good.
Life is odd like that.
But don’t fool yourself.
Death is not the answer.
Laughter isn’t always a medicine.
Sometimes it hurts.
Tears may release you from hidden pain.
But they might be the cause for it in the first place.
You can’t stop moving.
You can not take a single step back.
You can move forward.
But if you do, you fall.
You can stand still.
But the world will stand with you.
You can say you hate.
But I know you really mean that you love.
Children are supposed to be innocent.
But often they are subject to things worse than to which adults are.
It doesn’t matter if you have a job.
Or if your that hobo living on the corner of the street.
We all end up with choices.
We all end up with pain.
Take a BreatherI’m not a model nor superstarTake a Breather2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but I’m just as special as the next rock star
I’m not the queen of wonderland
But I have a heart and I understand
I’m not a magician nor actress
but I have good tastes as an artist
One day you may find me rotted in my chair
Where I sat and wrote my little heart out there
Well I may not be an amazing athlete
But in math and science I sure got you beat
I’m not a famous singer
But I am a wild dreamer
While I may not be strong and without fear
I am at least brave enough to shed a tear
While I don’t always have perfect things to say
I can sure give good hugs away
While I don’t always act so prim and proper
I comfort myself with, I’m not fake, even though I’m improper
While I’m not rich surrounded by servants
I at least know my life has a clear purpose
And I’m not pretty or particularly elegant
But happiness is hardly ever out of my element
Although sometime I’ll have to face
from your mirror.. with loveStand at mefrom your mirror.. with love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Glare at me
Your hair at me.
your eyes like
daggers and spears.
I'm not cruel
Secrets of the DjinnLo the winds howl "Never you roam the mist"Secrets of the Djinn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wander you far across lands, forest & desert sea
Or dream you deep in a cloudless sky ...
Yet a presence looms & beckons, spirits unseen
For they are the Djinn, silent and ever watching,
embalmed into seasons of mortal blood-flow
And beware, for I shalt not speak of this again,
lest darkness unto thy flesh they quest and sow
Eons adrift in smokeless fire did they slumber...
Befallen to Earth's domain, they undressed fate
The Djinn, ancient dwellers humans would fear
Betwixt worlds they linger, shimmering in fire
Thru parallel dimensions they reach, seducing
dreams and reality, life... You!
Peering eyes thru the veil of time and space;
shape shifters of any form, stalk and hunt
Thoughts & flesh canst not escape their magick
Besieged and shadowed, the human race
til they are sent back to whence they came
And death became a wanton treasure,
where Angels pillage & Demons lust in flame
"You should never have come human"
Playing Games with TimeThere's a time machine in the bedroom.Playing Games with Time2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It isn't for traveling time,
But for stopping it.
They go there when they want to forget.
Just two lonely people, so similar in mind, but just
Different enough in body to give the other what they
There's a slight hesitation just as
Time begins to slow, unsure how to
Proceed, but it doesn't feel like sin.
Pressed tightly in one another's arms.
Nothing can hurt them; nothing else matters. The sun could
Explode, but neither would care. They are each other's
For a while the world stands still,
And all that is or ever was rests in
That moment when they are so close.
When one touches the other, there's a deep,
Inward pain that can't be grasped. It's a yearning so
Primal, yet so pure, and no one understands it better than
There's a time machine in the bedroom,
And the rest of the world is too frightening,
So they go there when they want to feel human again.
Just two lonely people, sharing this
Bed like an island; both so strangely
(Not) Just Some SinnerHi you all, I'm just a sinner,(Not) Just Some Sinner3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a killer too, as I'm to explain.
I am, y'know, the REAL beginner:
hi everybody, the name's Cain.
I was the first boy to grow on Earth,
the first son and the first big brother,
and the first child whose weary birth
caused some pain to his weary mother.
My kid bro, he was a shepherd,
and sung his songs while I slowly dug,
he always was everyone's preferred,
pretty and pious and a tad too smug.
Every day, I sweated under the sun,
all day he dozed and tried to keep fit,
'till one bad day, after he lauded my tan,
I went mayday and got rid of the little shit.
The Lord cursed me and set on me a label,
because I lied and tried to scoff;
He asked me why did I kill poor Abel,
I said, "Y'know, he REALLY pissed me off".
The VictimA thief came to my house one night, and found me in my bed.The Victim2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She crept into my room and placed her mark upon my head.
I slept right through that silent night in ignorance and bliss,
And honestly, when I awoke, not one thing did I miss.
However, as the months went by, to me it did appear
That something that was in my life was now no longer there.
Mother Nature and myself fell quickly out of touch -
We had monthly appointments that she did not keep that much.
My body started growing, but I did not gain much height -
I didn't really mind it 'til my clothes became too tight.
I started growing hair, but not much length did I receive -
I was a young girl with a beard! I hardly could believe.
My body looked so swollen, and it made me feel so sad,
Then people started gossiping, and I felt really bad.
They said that I was pregnant, I became a household name,
But I am such a quiet girl, I did not want that fame.
I went down to the station, and I told the cops my plight
Problems of the artistIt has come to the attentionProblems of the artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of the omnipotent, omnipresent society
That what you are, who you are
Does not conform with regulation
It has come to the attention
Of the ones always watching,
Always waiting for a chance
To leap upon the weak
That you have become feeble in your defenses
It has come to the attention
Of the ones who live off
The downtrodden and expressive
That your words are no more
Than a fragile mask of powerful emotion
It has come to your attention
That you are no longer wanted
Your flamboyant and expressive nature
Is no longer appreciated or even acknowledged
Because they watch
Waiting patiently and politely
For you to give up, get off the stage
And give your words to someone else
The Things We Say, The Things We DontWordsThe Things We Say, The Things We Dont3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They build things
They break things.
They start things
They end things.
It's the things we say
That build us.
It's the things we don't
That define us.
IsolationismI find it easierIsolationism3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To feel good about myself
When others are not present
Am I much different?
It's not my fault you don't agree
You've got this notion of me
That simply isn't true
There are only
so many times I can
fake a smile and laugh
My cache is running low
Hold your tongue
when it really matters
Keep your visits and your phone calls
I don't want to hear your voice
I want to remember when I was young
And you were perfect
When I was innocent and hopeful
And you were always just...there
Disillusionment seems to always lead to isolationism
It's just so much easier