White. Hot. Flash
Fragmented times
Swift. Random. Lights
I've seen them all,
Your back to me; fists held stiff
I couldn't tell
My tears weren't enough
I couldn't scream how much you mean as you leave
My throat was in pain,
My chest struggled to lift what's become like lead over my heart
Red. Cold. Silence
Heated fading pain now stabbed my fingers as you walk away
Why are my feet glued to where I endure my worst?
Where the hole torn by your leave now gives me the chills
Bare my chest you could see the fear in my veins, blue at the surface
In my mind I scramble to find the ability to breathe
Turn around.
Turn. Around.
Hear my scream as I have now for the tenth time in my mind.
Where my pain finds my shattered heart my tears have now showered my face
How my mind can't find the right words to make you understand
The war between logic and love behind my eyes,
Watching your back now as you slam the door in my face
I guess this is it.
Internal grief between my heart and mind
How could you be so foolish?
You stupid girl.
You gave it all away.
You hopeless, stupid girl.
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 10, 2012
Sunset, Negril
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All images were taken with a Blackberry 8900
Date: March 10, 2012
Location: Grande Pineapple Resort, Negril, Jamaica
Mar 12, 2012
Come Home
Loud winds of distasteful words and tainted dreams
Can the heart shatter anymore?
Empty feelings, imaginary beliefs
Breath of weary air, hasty wishes you were here
Touch of heated skin, thoughts of unbiased laughter
Now lingers in spaces it shouldn't fill.
All of mine, heartache; more bittersweet than aged wine
Your name, your scent, I die inside a sweeter death;
My heart, strings that hold it together, grow weak;
Gusts of your voice pushes me to deeper darkness,
Oh how I wish the pain would collide,
To the sweeps of our lips I hunger.
Keep me whole my sanity deprived,
To the seconds I could hold you;
My stomach now in terrible knots
My knees wither, my strength childlike,
To the many times you held my hand
My eyes now submerged
My heart, beating, fading; how time has grown impatient
My voice; twisted into whispers....
Come home.
Can the heart shatter anymore?
Empty feelings, imaginary beliefs
Breath of weary air, hasty wishes you were here
Touch of heated skin, thoughts of unbiased laughter
Now lingers in spaces it shouldn't fill.
All of mine, heartache; more bittersweet than aged wine
Your name, your scent, I die inside a sweeter death;
My heart, strings that hold it together, grow weak;
Gusts of your voice pushes me to deeper darkness,
Oh how I wish the pain would collide,
To the sweeps of our lips I hunger.
Keep me whole my sanity deprived,
To the seconds I could hold you;
My stomach now in terrible knots
My knees wither, my strength childlike,
To the many times you held my hand
My eyes now submerged
My heart, beating, fading; how time has grown impatient
My voice; twisted into whispers....
Come home.
Feb 15, 2012
Tis' The Season ...to get Married!
Love is in the air this season and why not get married on the birth of our dear Saviour. I've always been a fan of weddings, decorating however, somewhat annoying. Here's why.
Ever experienced the time consuming moment to tie over 50 separate rosettes, ribbons, laced/beaded garlands to each and every centrepiece for the guest tables?
This has been a trade passed on to me by my mother dearest who shares a passion like I do in arts & craft, and in this case; beautifying someone's special event. Now I mean not to exclude the stress & strain to stand on step ladders, hammering thumb tacks because our fingers have gotten numb and all the back & forth trips for every knick knacks to be placed.
This wedding took place on December 25, 2011 (yes, Christmas Day) at the Mandeville Seventh Day Adventist Church, Manchester. The colour schemes were burnt orange and jade green. How often we have used these colours but they compliment each other nicely. The heightened joke, however, because these colours represent our political oppositions and with election around the corner (December 29, 2011) I do commend the bride and groom for such a brave choice. We Jamaicans somehow take the segregations of such colours very seriously but nothing like a wedding to bring both sides of the party (family) together. Kidding. The family in union are very welcoming and most of all helpful. It was pleasing to know that during all the fuss when the groom should be resting he stayed with the team making sure everything was running smooth and we were all comfortable.
As it is in Jamaica, winter isn't closely compared to the intense snow like temperatures but only in the mountainous areas. In Mandeville, every Christmas is cold! -- like freeze-your-butt-off cold and decorating for this wedding especially on Christmas eve, where the festivities of last minute shopping and pre-New Year parties were going on, team and my myself were grabbing for warmth whenever, wherever, whilst putting up the backdrops and intricate centrepieces (see slideshow below).
This wedding took place on December 25, 2011 (yes, Christmas Day) at the Mandeville Seventh Day Adventist Church, Manchester. The colour schemes were burnt orange and jade green. How often we have used these colours but they compliment each other nicely. The heightened joke, however, because these colours represent our political oppositions and with election around the corner (December 29, 2011) I do commend the bride and groom for such a brave choice. We Jamaicans somehow take the segregations of such colours very seriously but nothing like a wedding to bring both sides of the party (family) together. Kidding. The family in union are very welcoming and most of all helpful. It was pleasing to know that during all the fuss when the groom should be resting he stayed with the team making sure everything was running smooth and we were all comfortable.
As it is in Jamaica, winter isn't closely compared to the intense snow like temperatures but only in the mountainous areas. In Mandeville, every Christmas is cold! -- like freeze-your-butt-off cold and decorating for this wedding especially on Christmas eve, where the festivities of last minute shopping and pre-New Year parties were going on, team and my myself were grabbing for warmth whenever, wherever, whilst putting up the backdrops and intricate centrepieces (see slideshow below).
Get the flash player here: http://www.adobe.com/flashplayer
As always, decorating is fun after all is done and you see the result when everything is in place. For contact info, see details below:
Black Silk Designs
"Designers & Planners for all occasions"
Creative Director/ Event Planner & Designer: Mrs. Sandra A. Peart
Email: black.silk.designs@gmail.com
Phone: 876.815.9381/ 876.624.1297
Designer & Balloon Artist: Mrs. Stacey-Ann N. Davis
Email: sporter88@hotmail.com
Phone: 876.436.1369
Feb 1, 2012
Lighting Device
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| Taken: November 24, 2009 | Location: Presentation Room, CSA, University of Technology. Kingston Jamaica Device: Sony Ericsson K750i 2MP Auto Focus |
Jan 17, 2012
Caught in the moment
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| Taken: December 24, 2011
| Location: Russell Place Gardens, Mandeville, Jamaica W.I. Device: Blackberry 8900 3.2MP Auto Focus |
Jan 12, 2012
Don't Do That
When I start to feel I'm not wanted...desired...no longer welcomed - emotionally. I'll admit, nothing makes me worry more.
Then I try to play vindictive - which never really works for me or do me any good; because I suck at it and only to you it seems I'm playing games.
That's where you're wrong.Complete opposite; because I wish you knew how frustrating it gets -- like ants pinching you in random places; it drives you nuts at first. So I get angry because with effort it has no effect...only makes you powerful to be cynical -- vindictive; which at first was my intention and the frustration builds.
So I worry more. Don't do that. I will lose.
That I want; to be in her five inch heels at that moment.
Don't do that. It transforms me into a two year old. Boyfriends don't like two year olds, they prefer them desirable. It makes me despise women like her walking in and such perfect timing too, and that's when I'm the over-jealous two year old.
Now have your whiskey and come back when you want more.
Then I try to play vindictive - which never really works for me or do me any good; because I suck at it and only to you it seems I'm playing games.
That's where you're wrong.Complete opposite; because I wish you knew how frustrating it gets -- like ants pinching you in random places; it drives you nuts at first. So I get angry because with effort it has no effect...only makes you powerful to be cynical -- vindictive; which at first was my intention and the frustration builds.
So I worry more. Don't do that. I will lose.
I'm good at losing because I hate games. But that only makes me hurt more because you think its funny to see me have these tantrums - frustrated because I DON'T want to look cute throwing (meaningless but relevant)...tantrums.
I want to look like and make you feel, when a really attractive woman walks towards the bar while she orders her whiskey.
That I want; to be in her five inch heels at that moment.
Don't do that. It transforms me into a two year old. Boyfriends don't like two year olds, they prefer them desirable. It makes me despise women like her walking in and such perfect timing too, and that's when I'm the over-jealous two year old.
Now have your whiskey and come back when you want more.
Jan 2, 2012
When The World Sleeps...
Black Pools scattered across the porcelain tiles
Soaked and stained
Cold and drained
Slow tempered heartbeats
Distant pulses
Empty noises
I whispered my scream on twisted blades of grass
Paper thinned walls, these whispers could break my heart
Your eyes pierced my thoughts
Your voice scorched my soul
Dancing metal broke my stare
Black pools stretched all around
Your footsteps strengthened each pulse
Your breath covered me in chills
My eyes betray me
While my mind scolded me
The room suddenly; pitch black.
Silent screams muffled with tears
"Please don't leave me!" I wish you could hear
Arms of strangers I wished were yours
Suddenly the pain entirely I've ignored
My strength forgotten
My heart cries out. Suddenly.
My dear, don't worry,
I am right here.
Soaked and stained
Cold and drained
Slow tempered heartbeats
Distant pulses
Empty noises
I whispered my scream on twisted blades of grass
Paper thinned walls, these whispers could break my heart
Your eyes pierced my thoughts
Your voice scorched my soul
Dancing metal broke my stare
Black pools stretched all around
Your footsteps strengthened each pulse
Your breath covered me in chills
My eyes betray me
While my mind scolded me
The room suddenly; pitch black.
Silent screams muffled with tears
"Please don't leave me!" I wish you could hear
Arms of strangers I wished were yours
Suddenly the pain entirely I've ignored
My strength forgotten
My heart cries out. Suddenly.
My dear, don't worry,
I am right here.
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