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Do not fall in love with me. I will give you so many roses that their very touch becomes poison ivy. I will kiss you at every beautiful place, every park, every Paris, so that you can never go back without tasting me like blood in your mouth. Your dreams…
AWARD: INTERNATIONAL RECOGNITION Laura Thomas Communications: Junior Author’s Literary Contest Honorable Mentioned, Published Poet Certificate of Excellence Certifications FOREWORD: Another attempt at a scary story after my first one: Harold and the Herald of Silence. TEXT: I arranged to meet at Central Het Park. “Come at midnight,” I told her…
DETAILS: Year: 2014 Medium: Oil, Graphite Style: Pop Art Influence: Metamodernism, Pop Art Model: NFPA 704 Sign DESCRIPTION: A teenager heart is as dangerous as a chemical lab. The “NFPA 704: HHER” ensures that the public is aware of the potential danger. BLUE: Health Hazard (2). Folded into an origami piece, the dollar heart…
DETAILS: Year: 2013-2014 Medium: Graphite, Photoshop, Illustrator Style: Comic Art Influence: American Comic Art, Feminism Model: “Archie Comics” DESCRIPTION: Much in the same way micro-aggressions continue racism, outdated social traditions like matrimony perpetuate an innately biased perspective. My piece deals with the insidious custom of women changing their last names to match men’s….
DETAILS: Year: 2013 Medium: Oil Pastel Style: Abstract Influence: Expressionism Model: Jean-Michael Basquiat DESCRIPTION: This is a story of education through time. Starting from primary colors, young children are pure and bold in their exploration. Growing up, they are encouraged by their parents to pursue art and literature. Nuances in the complexities of understanding…
DETAILS: Year: 2014 Medium: Ink, Photoshop Style: Landscape Realism Influence: Romanticism’s nature ideals Model: European city Photostock picture. DESCRIPTION: “Telltale Frameworks” challenges our misconception of civilization. While clock towers symbolize the passage of time, there is really no time-told achievement to be proud of: still the town appears ghostly and ominous, still the buildings…
AWARD: NATIONAL RECOGNITION Teen Ink – Short Story Web Publication Privilege July 2014 Website Publication FOREWORD: The speaker has been diagnosed with explorative spirit and colorful imagination, but misunderstood by a society of hard logic. His parents insisted a more tempered lifestyle, forcing the speaker to commit a self cleansing. Drained…
AWARD: NATIONAL RECOGNITION Teen Ink – Poetry Web Publication Privilege July 2014 Website Publication FOREWORD: N/A POETRY TEXT: Summer rains bring sunshine warmth But such signs just poorly augur For ending rains mean wind-blown leaves And a happiness forced to wander I tread along once beaten paths Now disarrayed with brown color…
Midnight silence forebodes a shadowy blue That distorts reality into fantasies of its own And within a night, the petal blacks bled through Like spots of supernatural undertones Sable eyes under moonlit night peeped anew To view a fabled valley to sadness-prone But before twilight coffers had chance to accrue…
AWARD: NATIONAL RECOGNITION Teen Ink – Poetry ☆ Editor’s Choice Award ☆ July 2014 Website Publication FOREWORD: The speaker has been diagnosed with explorative spirit and colorful imagination, but misunderstood by a society of hard logic. His parents insisted a more tempered lifestyle, forcing the speaker to commit a self cleansing. Drained of…
He was lost. In such forlorn silence he sat. Wisps of whimsical wishes clouded the darkness of the room. The obscurity frightened him, for not only could he not see but also could he not breath. The air was a sullen, heavy fog of gray–the mind pollution of distress that…
++++++++++A low fog swam around the fullness of the autumn trees. Its thickness, perhaps rivaled by only the trees themselves, shrouded the sky’s color from sight. Was it morning? She doubted it. There was something else hiding in the shadows, and for a split moment, she praised the fog’s obscurity….
There is a shade of purple in this flower near winter’s start that tempts you grieve all that you have lost and all that you will lose. To have seen this flower would mean you are not immune to season’s cold wrath, and that, despite all your troubles and efforts—for…
We had stumbled along the littered path before we found the flower. Scarlet, it burned against the drab of the fallen leaves, setting all the browns on fire, igniting all the oranges and yellows in vermeil. Our eyes were consumed in its flame as it trickled its hue down its…
The superstitious knew of our disbelief. I suppose it made sense—their silence when asked—that they refuted ever seeing such a color before. We wouldn’t bother to listen, so why should they bother to tell? Seeing such a color before… oh my. Winter’s silent set prompts a cold environment, but this…
Reality was nothing more than a myth to Darren. Tangible objects and logical notions wavered on solid ground as he tried to detail his life doctrine. Perhaps onto a parchment he’d list the contentions of doubt. Upon a yellowed note he’d post onto a wall the reason why everything he…
I arranged to meet at Central Het Park. ++++++++++“Come at midnight,” I told her gratifyingly. “I know just the way to end our Valentine’s.” Despite the unfortunate exhaustion that comes with eventful days, Lily eagerly agreed. This was the finishing touch–the lovely velvet bow that wraps all the cards, flowers,…
It’d been a while since he liked the word, “like”. Endearment was not as commonplace in picky world, but not two weeks ago Simon had inspired a revolution among his little villagers. A once gray and routine village broke into a frantic and adoring beat as it tried to keep…
Verse XXXVIII Your name will not be remembered. Nor your face, your voice, your actions. You are one of a billion girls, one of a thousand remarkables. Who will take the time or energy, effort or space to remember you? Stalison practically won the Italian campaigns, but he is not…
Verses XXX As much as it hurts me, as much as it batters me, I cannot let go. I am forever loyal to you, no matter the pain, grief, or humiliation that is inflicted. Your world is my world; your fight my fight. Every time you tear, I cry –…
Verse XXVI Life is an adaptive test – unrelenting in its wrath, lacking in its mercy. It will continue to push you to the limit – to the edge of a mental oblivion, of which lies no further guard nor barrier between you and complete lunacy. It is past this…
Under the veil of darkness Bade bye, I, to my homestead Started on that winding road Road I never saw to tread And of what hour slipped away Had I found the nerve and fled? Without the residing remains Of that farewell left unsaid I took and stole what I…