Self as Other 2/24

For people who use themselves as models, either for self-portraiture or for more conceptual imagery.

Writing

  • Kristin Reynolds

    blood moons and blackberry tea by Kristin Reynolds

    My mouth is full of blood moons:
    too many to count
    to many to see—
    feeding my baby Buddha with petrol and
    “Gosh, ain’t she pretty…”
    pumping her silk layered
    husk
    of a voice

    down
    the only

    throat…

    140 words
  • Kristin Reynolds

    if love makes the heart a puppet: so be it, all bodies da... by Kristin Reynolds

    Love rises,
    even when you don’t want it to.

    It cannot be buried, hidden, or crushed
    by any shovel, shadow, or hammer.

    It cannot be covered with a warm fuzzy blanket
    in the corner of your emptiest room.

    213 words
  • Spiritinme

    IN MY NEXT LIFE (revised) by Spiritinme

    “MY LIGHT WILL SHINE AND I WILL FORGIVE”

    171 words
  • willowwyles

    A Tear For "Ethan"...Angel Of Folly Beach.INSPIRED by "Ru... by willowwyles

    In the sands of “Folly Beach”
    a card, it did lay…
    So begins a story
    of an angel…
    how his fathers tears,
    flowed that day.
    Although the father
    weeped’
    crippled with
    confusion ,
    sa…

    159 words
  • willowwyles

    Simple Man by willowwyles

    He will not ,
    carry" confidence"…
    mistaken for,
    arrogance.
    His voice ,
    clear…direct…
    without,
    intimidation.
    His face beautiful,
    cause…
    what lies under,
    more "powerful &q…

    67 words
  • willowwyles

    Mama's Rose by willowwyles

    Outside a bedroom window a rose begins to grow.
    A little boy awakens opens the window very slow.
    Gently with his little hands he snaps a rose from the tree…
    not realizing the signifigants of the r…

    322 words
  • willowwyles

    Lasoo The Moon by willowwyles

    Here I sit wondering who u are…
    Yet I would give u my mountains …
    give u my stars.
    When the moon is settled …
    on a warm glowing cloud,
    Do u feel my love screaming…
    screaming out lou…

    174 words
  • willowwyles

    I Hate Apples.... by willowwyles

    To touch someone …
    other then u.
    Would your kiss
    become ,
    VENUM
    POISON me?…
    would u bring
    ME
    back
    to life?…
    Just to kiss
    me
    AGAIN…
    just to
    WATCH
    me die….
    OVER
    and
    OVER?
    I am no lon…

    47 words
  • willowwyles

    Broken by willowwyles

    Broken,
    from the sheer twistedness
    of your actions.
    Broken,
    because every day,
    I am ,
    reminded
    it is your cross …
    yet i drive ,
    the rusted nails into my,
    palms,
    meant for u.
    Broken ,
    just knowing
    I gave u,…

    57 words
  • willowwyles

    Garbage Day... by willowwyles

    Our photos ,
    happier times
    GARBAGE!
    My memmories
    dirtied …
    GARBAGE!
    My sleeve where
    I left my heart,
    GARBAGE!
    My trust,
    dead,
    GARBAGE!

    Tomorrow …
    GARBAGE DAY
    Today …
    i put ,
    U ,
    the" TRASH&quo…

    32 words
  • willowwyles

    Broken Willow by willowwyles

    For the people who sat under my tree…
    I am not feelin strong do not look for me.

    For every heart that was worn on a sleeve…
    I am not supplying a new shirt u will have to leave.

    For every g…

    92 words
  • willowwyles

    Muse by willowwyles

    My “muse”
    looks through
    ME…
    When I speak
    he will
    LISTEN.
    SINTULATING
    his touch…
    my “muse”
    he will be
    CAPTIVATING
    with
    WISDOM
    His hands
    frame me
    EAGER
    to
    PROTECT
    and
    TOUCH……

    72 words
  • SMOKEYDOGSOCKS

    ONE OF THOSE SHOTS by SMOKEYDOGSOCKS

    NOT ANOTHER CHANCE FOR THAT VIEW IN THE REMAINING PORTION OF MY LIFE, THAT’S FOR SURE.

    1127 words
  • Anthea  Slade

    Voice by Anthea Slade

    I lost my voice.
    At 13 it disappeared
    in front of 300 peers
    my speech dissolved to nothing.
    Mortified I wish to say something.
    Silent I stood in front of the whole school
    When words returned jumbled
    I spok…

    888 words
  • IzzyGumbo

    I Like... by IzzyGumbo

    I like turbulent things
    storms that howl
    in thundering winds
    and cracks of light
    that I can see in
    I like mystery
    and intrigue too
    I like it eyes open
    and looking at you
    I like minds spoken
    and sharing views
    b…

    220 words
  • ©The Creative  Minds

    Follow Your Dreams by ©The Creative ...

    Setting goals puts you squarely in charge of your own life…

    353 words
  • Marlana Marry

    Driven by Marlana Marry

    Retreat from them
    Hugging the new fire, scorching pain
    Let me go

    97 words
  • Suzanne German

    Water Symphony by Suzanne German

    Swirling deeper and deeper into a place now; so comfortable so familiar. I am home. I know that I am smiling, even though I don’t consciously.

    580 words