Transform your fears into your 

motivation to succeed, but be 

prepared for rejection and 

heartbreak; because its how you 

handle the pressure and squeeze 

when it matters, its how you look 

and understand it, and it is defiantly 

how you move on from it that counts.

 

Oliver James Sweeney 

 

Compassion, courage and truth

Comfort

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Solid Ground

The lose of attraction will = a broken heart
the more disrespectful I become towards an attraction
may then turn attitude into attraction. 

One cigarette = one conversation
One black coffee = a conversation with two people
Alcohol is my commodity and in that a change in behaviour
 = sombre, lust  and creativity 

remains my imperfection.

The time was late

Tonic lips

Whisper

Sit the glass down

Mention me again

Violent florescent

Black boy t-shirt

Still

Tattooed 1998

A fable night left with brittle memories
We spoke in turns, inventing our views
through out the night and a glimmer of light
I told you I would see you again
Lessons learnt, promises forgotten
We were vacant, we were young
I was to leave overseas
I believed that was the reason

Brown eyed skin
I persisted you to stay,
my ignorance nor truth
Cradled in the morning,
adrift away in the evening
Pink, blue, yellow,
today and tomorrow.

I'll go there someday

lay upon my chest stretched out

skin

sweat

a sweet scent
strain of love
bright blue finger tips
pieces of me

Imagery x poetry

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Accent pale skin, dark eye shadow

A foreign place I took her hand

over the counter looks

reception response

distant

I felt her gaze

Poolside

Mezzanine motel pull over
Single white sheets.
Ankles creek over heartbeats
fleck of muddy grey
warm waters
Deep breaths
Cold damp and black
See through sweater fleece like mesh. 

Inanimate objects

Headlights drive by,  

hunger pains turn.

Dark brown hair fringe flat and greasy.

Blankets screwed and twisted.

One last cigarette,

It started to rain lightly.

She fell deep asleep.

勝利

Still Life |Jia Zhangke

Fibers

I remember the first time you ate shit in front of everyone in 8th grade.
I remember the food that I threw at you when I was 13.
I remember the face you used to have before the
Accident and the scars it has left you.
I remember walking with you along a beach in Mexico,
Sand between our toes.
I remember sitting in an airplane and punching you in the arm.
I remember the passion that you inspired me with on that day back in June.
I remember how you’d never sit next to me because I annoyed you.
I remember buying ice cream with you from an old man.
I remember shooting a bird with you in the woods.
I remember eating shit in front of everyone in 8th grade.

I remember because I made it all up.


The Last Bite

Nikolaj d'Etoile, spring collection 2010

Nikolaj d'Etoile

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