I am an angel in your eyes, a devil in the sheets. .
I don't have to be name-brand to be your masterpiece. .
And it's funny how all of our broken parts fit together, because when has scraping cracked glass against crumbled pavement ever made anything better? But, the mess in you brings out the wreck in me. .
We fall on different ends of the spectrum, yet still our hearts find time to beat.
Posso definirlo quasi un amore della mia vita artistica,ed ora vi spiego perché.
Ha una spiccata sensibilità,un occhio acuto e passionale,una mano che corrisponde al cuore.
La fotografia che corrisponde al suo di cuore; a metá.
Quotidiano,vero,trasgressivo,a volte brusco e troppo convinto. Ma una persona che vive le cose così,che le conserva e le rende preziose,un’artista che racchiude tanti piccoli tasselli di speranza di una Napoli bella e sentita,vera e pura come i suoi scatti.
Una di quelle persone dal cuore tenero,che se può darti qualcosa cerca di regalarti il triplo. Conoscendolo sento il dovere di condividerlo con voi,di presentarvelo ed accoglierlo che poi magari nel suo cuore ci sarà spazio per ognuno di voi,i vostri occhi e le vostre storie.
Sei grande Marco e andrai lontano.
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Because people looking for attributes, other than charming external features are hard to find. Never make the mistake of trusting people like me. The ones who have it all yet have nothing to lose. The ones with a lot and a lot less. We see the same as you, but we perceive more. Questions and questions with no answers at all, we are thick books of mystery that nobody minds or cares about. We are the first ones to run when tragedy strikes, covering our past battle wounds that are disguised as badges of honor. We're unreliable, mysterious and we will make you want to jump into the depths of our souls, without telling you that there is no way out. Do you know what I will do? I will take you to museums and bookstores, make a home in your heart out of every day we spend together, kiss you everyday until you cannot feel your lips without
mine on them, so that you can never go back to any of those things without tasting me like blood in your mouth, with me racing through your veins like the last
bit of sleeping pills, without cries for me to come back choking you making you lose yourself a little more each time. I will leave nothing within you except myself to the brim, I will destroy you in the most
beautiful way possible. I will make you a guest house for yourself and make you crave the steps towards me. And when I leave, you will look at everything around you and see my fingerprints all over your life. While you might be left without anything after giving me everything you had, I never gave you anything at all. I will be your home and then burn myself because of the fire within me, then either you'd burn with me or save yourself and be homeless forever. - A 🌸
And the universe, she looked at me with eyes of unexplained wonder, and softly she spoke;
“Nice to meet you. I am your maker. .
I crafted your legs out of strong ivory and painted soft, purple veins against the warm flesh of your skin, I’ve allowed the sun to torch and etch it’s essence upon you, to change your tone to suit your needs. .
I sprinkled rose petals into the crevices of your cheeks; I dripped solid gold through the strands of your hair to remind you that there is a light to your being, then blackened it with the frailty, emotional sadness of realty.
I molded your stomach with porcelain and carved your naval with the edge of a shiny, silver dollar. Allowed you to create your on marks, that will define you as a whole. .
I painted marks across your body with water-colors; I collected the blue for your eyes directly from the sea, changed my mind, and drove you straight into the earth, to create depths of brown in those eyes, that would persuade others to be drawn to you. .
Because your soul will be attached to both the seas and the earth. With hidden secrets and burdens that bind you to me, and the vastness of the universe.
I saw to your beauty, from beginning to end. I watched you come together. .
Now, I will set you free into this world. .
You are my greatest creation. .
You are no longer the blank state I began with, you’ve grown and changed. .
Do not let me down.”
I am a mirror, silver and small, mostly dirty. I am no magic mirror, I cannot tell you who is the "fairest of them all" or wipe your face when you stare into your soul, standing in front of me. I am just a piece of glass, modified, invented and even put up on my spot by one of you. I am a silent witness to everything. I see you stretching your skin closely, squeezing your stomach, your thighs and what not. I see you crying, dancing and even reenacting your favourite scenes. You hate me quite a lot, I know that, because you do not see the reflection you want to see. And then when one day you cannot tolerate it, I even see you punching my guts and breaking me to tiny pieces.
Self Portrait 2/3
I am a mirror, a spectator to everything and a bearer of a breaking news- I do not show you what you want to see, because I am not capable of that, but I do show you what you believe and if you believe you look a certain way, I cannot change that either. - A 🌸
I like telling my stories to the bees and the buzzards, because they do not judge. .
For they do not come from a world like mine and yours. .
A world full of whispers that drift in the wind and land in the forests, burning with hate until they catch fire and wreak havoc. Love gets lost in translation when it slinks along the grapevine, but I start to lose my sense of self when I hold it all in. .
So, I find my safe haven, and I spill my sorrows to critters that dance to the tune of my spirit unfurling. And as each fallen petal takes on a new shape, I am confident that fresh leaves will drift, and hopefully bring new light to wherever they go.
Dawn at the Civic on Hunter - 5:10am the green button
Is pushed and even in the city crickets call from the green planted strip that divides the red worms as they meander along their ribbons of steel. The air that swollows me is so heavy and warm I can feel the turbulence as my body pushes into it. Distracted by a reflection photo I realise I'm here in Tramway Park looking into a thick humidity haze that blocks the rising sun. High above this plume of heavy air and the silver greys of tranquil sea the vapour trail of QF50 scratches the sky on its final stage from San Francisco to Sydney. It's calm 20°c feels like 22 and heading to 39.
//i never knew twilights could be so ethereal
until one day i walked down a street
with your words ringing in my ear,
your scent in the air
and then walked endlessly
sometimes in silence and at times in chaos
until the orange hue
changed to blue
which made me realize that
it's not just twilight
but any hour of the day could be surreal
when with you// ✨
solitude stands before me with burning eyes and open arms, ready to light wildfires when someone dares to step in sight. so i have been collecting fire in my heart and rain in my lungs in the hopes of bending this lake of blue grief to my will. or perhaps splitting the lake in half to find light pirouetting in between to make the darkness less daunting. but sorrow has sewn herself onto my sleeve, where my heart would be. there are wilting lotus flowers lodged in my throat next to words that failed to bloom and rise. housing hurt and giving it a place in the many rooms of your heart takes courage, but tearing into the clouds and stopping the downpour when it is time takes a revolution.
i thought you were my hope in the dark, but you were just a passing star 🌃
★ ‘this boy is a constellation’ in your hands 1.1.2020 • link in bio
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