And then I saw your face.
And then I saw your face.
summertime.i've realized i miss you most in the summer. when we were together, we belonged to the cold; trees would lose their leaves, winter winds would blow, but the summer was ours. it was a time when we could leave essays and exams behind and start dreaming. a time for stargazing and raindancing and treeclimbing. for the wild. for us.summertime. by jonathoncomfortreed
i feel so out of place. in the light of a bonfire or the wind of a highway, i find myself thinking: you would have loved this. and i get lost in memories of running through a subway station, reaching for lights across the dark ocean or swinging by a lake and dangling our feet in the stars.
this has always been a season of early sunrises and fast-moving clouds. of picking strawberries and meeting strangers. i thought june would last forever.
but it's august. and back then, whenever i drove home at midnight or walked across the city at dawn, you were by my side. you feel far away from me, and listening to your music doesn't bring you any closer. i mi
With a camera in my hands;
I love photography, and I always have. I strive to capture that "moment" and keep it forever.
And a pen behind my ear;
I'm a writer, focusing on short stories and poetry; I love to convey emotion with words.
A laptop in my bag;
I do a lot of experimentation with digital art and other technology. I like to learn new things.
And imagination in my heart.
Artistic expression comes to me like breathing. I couldn't live without it.
Art means a lot more to me than people think.
It's that reminder that there's something more. Something worth living for.
Something worth dreaming about.
There's only us.
language barrierI am sensitive to linelanguage barrier by PeriSnale
breaks on white paper
and double spaces where they shouldn't be
unnecessary, commas that blot
the smoothness of a
I can feel every touch
of a run-on that just goes on and on and on into the dark and when will it
end? A spelling misteak that
everyone else ignores but
tugs harshly at my
Stunted phrases that scream. for
my attention like the stump of a
leg. that can't walk, the victim of an educational
accident (I am drowning
in the glance of a
but they are all dying stars
compared to the black hole
that makes me gravitate to you again and again until
I am nothing but a shred of blank
love is an understatement.i built up alllove is an understatement. by stuff7
of our cliffs, and
promised to catch you
when you fell, but i
never said i'd catch you
all of my homeless
friends are gone, i'm the
only one left in town,
so this is what
it feels like
this goddamn heart
has forgotten how
to bleed, broken
pieces of my
old walls are scattered
on my floor,
to move again.
this old apartment
is filled with long-lost dreams and
all too vivid memories.
not to mention the cobwebs
in the cabinet.
i promised you
because the time
^ Deal with it. ;]
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