I have decided to get back into photography.

I miss it.

"Camera in Hand"

I want to travel the world with a camera in my hand,
I want to take pictures of mysterious foreign lands.
I want to change a mind with every picture that I take,
I want to put a smile on an interesting stranger's face.

I want to travel the world with a camera in my hand,
I want to travel the world without a single plans,
I want to create memories with every snap of the flash,
I want to be an inspiration and be a legend of the past.

I want to capture magical moments with every click of my lens,
I want to turn stranger's faces into passing friends.
I will travel the world with a camera in my hand.
I will take pictures of mysterious foreign lands.
I will live a life, that I was born to lead.
I will make all my dreams come true. I will indeed.

I write because it is what I do when I feel. I need to release happiness, loss, sadness, hope, love, dreams, etc. I also write when I am inspired to do so. Some poems, short stories, lyrics, and random thoughts, are just a way of releasing an emotion. One can never analyze and define what certain things mean or symbolize. Just take it as a piece of art. Take it as something of written beauty. Take it as it is......just words.

Times were simpler in the past,
When people smiled because they could
When people were honest
When love would last.

Times were simpler when the days were long
When the nights moved too fast
When our glasses were never empty
When our cigarettes were almost gone.

Times were simpler when we had no care
When we jumped on our beds
When truth was not an option
When we always chose the dare.

Times were simpler when secrets were kept
When weekends we slept
When we were always in the dark
When we could carelessly play in the park.

Times are not so simple as we age
The more I am here, the more I am caged.
But times are still simple for me
I just want to help those who can't see.

That this is the way life is meant to be:

innocent and carefree.

<3

ready steady....GO

Staying here is just not for me
Its not meant be.
Of course there is no guarantee
But I'm gonna jump in and see.
Im gonna finally be free.

I can't be stuck in a town,
Caught up in itself
I need to be surrounded by creativity
It helps me breath.

Living fast and free?
Better than ready, steady.
Moving on place to place,
It is all in my big plan of revelry.

I got my passport,
A head full of ideas
I got my pen in hand
Inspiration is my only demand.

I think of where I'll be in a year,
in all honesty its my biggest fear.
I just moved into to my summer place
full of endless summer nights, endless summer days.

I don't want to think of leaving it,
packing up and boxing it away
This place was the perfect fit
This place was my place to play...

Now Im told to plan my future,
get a job
have direction.
But you all know I can't even find north, south east or west....

I want to live life every day,
I want to be somebody.
I want to leave everything behind,
I want to go my own way.

So, don't tell me you get me, when you bring me down
Don't tell me you have big plans, when yours are constantly changing,
Don't tell me you want to do the same, then throw money back in my face.
Come May, I will be done with this place.

I need to roam and be lost
I need to write what I see
I don't care about the cost,
Damn, just let me fucking be.

Cause whats a girl to do, when all she wants to do, is be reckless and relentless and carefree?



peace, love, and helter skelter.

Went to bed at 6 AM
Waking up a 3 PM
Reckless, Ridiculous, the ultimate sin.

Piecing together the past and present
People say out of control
I will not apologize, will not repent.

Searching to be sought
Reaching to be reached
Falling to be caught

I am bright eyed
I am alive.
I lied.

I am pretty strong,
I am pretty tough,
Though I do fall,
I don't break easily.

I don't say sorry,
I don't say please
Manners are useless
In a world that doesn't care

Praying is too hard for me
I feel ashamed for almost attempting it
I pray to music now
I can't get to church, I'm not a good girl.

Smiling is easy to do
Meaning it is the difficult thing to prove.
Falling in love is easy to do
But its never permanent; its not a tattoo.

I'm no stranger to danger
I seek the thrill
I love the chase.
I breath in,
I swallow the pill.

A winter city,
dark and numb
I run through the streets,
fast and free.
I suddenly feel alive.

Passing people by,
Wondering who they belong to,
Wondering if they are alone
I make up stories for the strangers I see.

Night time out and no one is afraid
No one cares about the wait
Gin n tonic, a casual convo
Cigarettes and coffee always taste great.

Losing concentration and focus
Holding on by a string
I want so much to be transported
Closing my eyes I can hear Dylan sing.

Soon I will be on a terrace in the Quarter
Or in a coffeeshop in the Village,
Painting like Pollack
Free like Skynard.
Living my life as legends have lived.

I sometimes go to my own little world.

It's okay.

They know me there.

My world is sundrenched. 

I used to fall asleep to dream

Of magic and of mischief things.

Sleeping is no longer what it used to be.

I no longer sleep to dream.

I sometimes think about the future.

Life is a hard game. I'm stuck.

I can't think of my next move.

Childhood livin' is easy to do.

Alone and lonely are sometimes confused.

Both can cause you to sing the blues.

Which one do you fall into?

And in between I drink black coffee.

Seasons change and turn cold

Another year about to unfold

Can we handle the change to come?

Oh yes..a change is gonna come.