Bright lights, dark lives

Support

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 06:49:36 -0400

My one follower may be able to support me?

I’m making a short film for Cannes and need 2,500 euros.

I’ve been directing and acting for years but am penniless

Please donate money, share with your friends and ask them to do the same

http://www.sponsume.com/project/colour-short-film-cannes-2013

Another

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 10:15:23 -0400

Intrepid thoughts for the cautious traveller,
Lightyears in space and you can’t unravel her,
Where has the noise gone?
It filled your life.
Intrusive thoughts about ending her life.

Intrepid thoughts for the dangerous traveller,
The days go by and you feel happier,
The weeks go by and you can laugh with her,

Intrepid thoughts again.

Mistake

Wed, 18 Apr 2012 18:00:14 -0400

…and she looked at me with that cold stare she gave when she wanted THE answer and not the lies a person tells when they’re trapped.

“What was the problem? Why did you always plan to meet me and then never show? What excuse do you have?”

I looked into those unforgiving eyes that I had seen for such a short time, yet knew so well. I took a moment and asked,

“You want to know…? The same thing happened that happens every time.”

“Yes? And what’s that?”

“Simple, I fell in love.”

st-jude: Everyone should give a second of there time to reblog...

Sun, 25 Mar 2012 04:26:43 -0400

st-jude:

Everyone should give a second of there time to reblog this. Instead of reblog girls in crops tops. Just shows raw love.

No worse

Wed, 21 Mar 2012 19:52:01 -0400

There’s no worse feeling then knowing you have greatness to achieve but being chained by demons so you may never realise it.

Cure

Mon, 12 Mar 2012 05:51:24 -0400

If my Emeteophobia isn’t cured soon, I’m going to go fucking insane.

Future

Mon, 05 Mar 2012 09:01:20 -0500

Acting lessons and acting agency, hello future.

Short

Fri, 24 Feb 2012 17:02:45 -0500

I’ve seen so little,
heard only a whisper,
Felt the mundane,
lived always the same,

My dreams are long,
My eyesight is short,
I have no march song,
I have no battle won or fought.

Ghosting

Fri, 24 Feb 2012 16:37:12 -0500

I’m a ghost to her,
She’s so real to me,
She likes the small talk,
I give it to try and see.

How is she,
This flower of streets?
This logical pessimist,
This illogical beast.

She’s is not brutal,
Graceful and free,
Quick with her tongue,
Too fast for me.

She may read my words,
For that I care not,
I don’t have high hopes,
I’ve left that old plot.

I’m content to compose,
To read, think and write,
Her words of sorrow,
Cast such dark a light.

Photo

Thu, 23 Feb 2012 03:27:58 -0500

Photo

Thu, 23 Feb 2012 03:27:22 -0500

Video

Wed, 22 Feb 2012 18:12:22 -0500

Those who are heartless, once cared too much.

Wed, 22 Feb 2012 16:25:06 -0500

Feel the vibe of the bass line, the jazz man know’s where...

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 03:25:03 -0500

Feel the vibe of the bass line, the jazz man know’s where the rhyme is, he plays a song that’s forever timeless.

Back on...

Sun, 19 Feb 2012 17:39:55 -0500

Back on track. A friend to meet, a promise to keep.

Time

Sun, 19 Feb 2012 14:06:30 -0500

When someone keeps saying they have nothing to live for, you wonder what on earth keeps them from getting offline and finding a rope. The very fact that they post such things suggest that they still have something to live for. Living to merely exist, or living to merely complain; but no person who has bought the ticket for the final station will call out their travel plan to the household.

If in doubt, you need not shout, or scream or turn an cry. Just stand up and with a sigh think I’m still wanted alive.

Photo

Fri, 17 Feb 2012 08:11:43 -0500

""

Fri, 17 Feb 2012 08:10:52 -0500

“”

- Carbon Monoxide
And still on Earth we can find Beauty, still on Earth raw passion and love.

A new horror

Thu, 16 Feb 2012 17:51:17 -0500

Or a blessing in disguise?
Do your harsh words mean the truth
Behind your eyes?
I sat an stared,
In horror and joy,
Of what I’ve become,
Since I was a boy,
I’m am older and taller,
But less full of life,
I’m jaded not crazy,
Will never touch a knife.

But people get scared,
For my life it seems,
It’s not disappearing,
Just tearing at the seams.

I will repair it,
But it will take time,
I’ll be patchy and broken,
But will you be mine?

Hope

Sun, 12 Feb 2012 14:21:50 -0500

Very close to being the voice in an animation film