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Age Fools Us

owl is howling into the deep of the night date is changed within one second I'm sitting on the bottom of your closet your clothes hanging like dead bodies while you lay naked on the sofa, asleep the hot air plays tricks with the mind
I can barely remember how I felt turning twenty-two ---- my favourite number spent it with strangers who were too eager to become friends and y

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Separate LivesI can still recall in which direction the wind blew when we got caught on a sunny day with our feet hanging over the pier the voice has now become silent and unrecognizable it knew the directions I would have chosen as I ran through the playground, not able to admit, in the process of ever-changing mind I've lost the letters he had written with a love delight they had the best of intentions they used to have much more meaning half holding them to the chest now I'd connect all the dots and make sense out of the least important scratches always surprised at how much the sil Separate Lives
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In the Passengers Eyewanted to write July in November feeling like I've lived through one too many Tuesdays with a two faced devil behind my back and I smiled cause I had nothing to say painting flowers on that iced surface of the lake
skin is gathering pieces together trying to speak through riddles but I don't see the first snow of the season fell I stood by a fiery birch as the night took away the light
in this vast, pure ocean, souls are sharing time                     tomorrows and yest In the Passengers Eye
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Time changed everything

Sat Oct 24, 2009, 11:43 AM

Ah, yes, fog, withered leaves, rain, darkness...my favourite time of year. I do enjoy all seasons, but I feel the most at peace in the autumn, besides I was born in autumn. I enjoy that melancholy of the season....it's so easy to drift away into another world.

I have managed to sort through half of my photos that need to be looked at and I uploaded a few....and few will follow whenever...it's been a busy month...learning takes time and practice, but the thing that gets me down, and really down, is the attitude most of the midwives have towards us, students, or anyone for that matter. I know most of the time we're useless to them, but they are all mentors and should teach us, instead....I feel like wasting time, waiting for someone who is kind enough...

What I miss is...that state of mind when I write poems, haven't been able to do so in a while now...

Enjoy this season

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Mood: Tender
Listening to: Nyctalgia - Time Changed Everything
Reading: Childbirth without fear - Grantly Dick-Read
Drinking: Pepsi cola with rum

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Just another soul that doesn't know better, but to create. Ever since a child, had to express myself in whatever form I knew. Often misunderstood and scorn. Today my three main forms of expressing are photography, poetry and painting. If I had to choose between them I'd say I enjoy writing poetry the most, because it's intimate, and I can use colours of human emotions to paint a picture. But they are hard to comprehend, sometimes even for me. Words come from different sides, sometimes all at once, other times as few verses. Or should I say, poems write themselves.

In photography I like to make some concept out of a photo. I like abstract/conceptual/expressive.

Always thinking. Less talkative. Patient. Stubborn. Love to be alone. Think differently. Deep love, emotions. Romantic.

Devious Info

Current Residence: My body.
Interests: poetry, photography, painting, dreaming, nature, abnormal things...
Favourite movie: Finding Neverland, the Fountain, Big Fish...
Favourite band or musician: Ryan Adams, Editors, Conor Oberst, Placebo, Bruce Springsteen, Nightwish, Stellastarr*..
Favourite genre of music: Rock
Favourite artist: Leonardo DaVinci
Favourite poet or writer: Edgar A. Poe, Sylvia Plath, Virginia Woolf, Srecko Kosovel..
Favourite photographer: Anyone with great ideas and new perspective.
Personal Quote: Nothing will ever change, if you stay the same.
Tools of the Trade: Panasonic Lumix Dmc-Fz50, ideas, Adobe Photoshop CS2 and of course pencil and paper