I have lived in Rossland my entire life, but one day I will leave. I have travelled around the world and I know somewhere else out there is meant for me. Everyday brings new places, new twists & turns & finds me documenting my life through creativity and imagination and savoring every moment of it.
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- "His Suit" -
He was given a set, To play the game. A matter of luck, Is all he had. Portraying different faces, Wearing different colours- Altering for different occasions- Always for the benefit of himself. But why? Why does he fight solely for himself? Wanting to win the match, That cannot be won. He shuffles through life- With unbelievable pace, Not thinking of what’s to come. The inevitable awaits him at the end, So why does he rush? Doesn’t take time to ponder The importance of life. His life will pass. When all his cards are gone- He is done. He finished… Read Full Story »
- "Her Name Is Honour." -
She opens the gate to glory, Soaring through with magnificent flight. Wings, that of an angel, Blushed feathers of a phoenix. Alighting with inaudible grace- A runway of triumph. She does take the first step, Innocent confidence in her stride. Poppies follow like an endless veil- She is forever moving forward. Embracing a sword of tender steel, An invisible crown upon her head. A permanent ivory glow exudes, From the indestructible core. She has conquered every battle, Born with an inner shield. They praise her- They bow in her presence- For they have yet to find Their internal armor. Born… Read Full Story »
- "The Life of a Face" -
Born, purely undefined, Neither scarred nor lined. A face lacking experience. An unmarked appearance. Laid subtly into emotions hands, They begin sculpting permanent brands. No matter a smile or frown, Emotion chose you to crown. From the moment of bestowment, The air is thick and potent. It will envelop you wherever you go, Choosing the most unexpected times to show. And there, where black is printed on white, Phrases crack and emotion takes flight. Wings etch pain into your brow, They create the hurt of now. All the same, they are able to caress, Feathers are capable of utter gentleness.… Read Full Story »
- "Inexplicable Significance" -
A silence, infused with happiness and contentment, fills the quaint, traditional Bavarian kitchen. The paneled wooden door stands half open, allowing the warmth and sweet smells of summer to waft in. The pungent scent of freshly cut grass mingling with the fragrant bouquet of hay, wanders up my welcoming nose. The soft rays of the morning sun filter through the half drawn curtains, wrapping my small body in a blanket of coziness. The kettle, boiling on the early morning fire that is still burning in the old wood stove, whistles quietly like a train in the distance. Beside the kettle… Read Full Story »