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Welcome to my blog,

Full of what I call my passion.

Taking photographs and writing poems,

And going for the things my heart is stashin'.

For what you see is not only a blog,

It's a view into my soul,

This is how I express feelings and desires,

And for the world to realize that I exist is only but my goal.

Blog Archive

Friday, 7 December 2012


She told me to look straight forward, relax my shoulders and walk with long paces. 
She told me to keep my chin down and keep my eyes focused. 
I felt it pounding inside me. 
It was like loud music thumping in my chest. Soon the music took over my sense of hearing, so I no longer could hear her words. This didn't change anything though, because they were imprinted in my mind. I concentrated with every inch of my body. Every millimeter of my brain mass. 
I wanted to nail it, from the very first capture. 
The determination was oozing from my skin. 
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.  

Saturday, 24 November 2012


Love is such a strange expression. 
A word that can differ in meaning. 
A difference in souls or minds,
Can decide the way we're leaning. 
It can even change just by the shift of season, 
Something by natural instinct. 
But evolution has changed us,
Made thoughts so very distinct. 
As much as love can bring joy,
It can also bring sorrow and loneliness.
It can make you want to get away,
Running from the unattainable coziness. 
Some become desperate, 
Others just give up.
Some find replacements, 
If food or money in a cup.

Love has been a gift to me,
Though at times a riddle to solve. 
So please spear me your ungrateful words, 
Their mistakes could never devolve. 
I'd like to make my own story, 
Carve the words into a tree. 
Spell it out big and bold: 

Wednesday, 7 November 2012

Guilty Pleasure

It was maybe the worst thing that could happen. 
But it happened. 
And maybe it was meant to be. 
You were my guilty pleasure. 
I drank from the forbidden, dark fountain. 
I was a rebel and you were my devil. 
You're blood was thickened with poison, you were controlled,
And I was lead, into your arms. 
The ones that held me the way I liked. 
But you strangled the warmth and left me in the cold. 
But the more I gather my strength, the weaker you get. 
And my guilt is gone,
Gone too is the pleasure,  
Left by the shore,
Of the hurt I fled to avoid.    

Saturday, 3 November 2012


The power of time,
ticks me frightened. 
It ticks to the beat of my heart. 
For every tick,
I take a breath,
Evolving, just like art. 
For every rush, busy lives,
Go on without a thought. 
We don't stop to think, 
About every blink,
Which is maybe what we aught. 
Because every wave shapes a stone, 
Into what we see today;
The stone of power,
The stone of time,
The stone of life's way. 

Iceland, 2012 

Saturday, 22 September 2012


This poem might seem a little demanding,
But I want you to look at the rose.
Admire its beauty. 
Its blessed gift, of pure greatness. 
You'll sit in your seat with big eyes. 
The jealousy will boil inside you.
But never spill.
Because you hold your mouth, gracefully and politely. 
Instead you look for comfort in the heart beside you.
The heart that laughs as you joke around. 
When you're brave enough to admit your faults. 
You waddle around in the suburbs and stare at the towers. 
You tread in a puddle and your trousers get soaked. 
But then you remember that seeds need water to flower.  

Monday, 17 September 2012

Whatever Will Be...

I opened the door and everything was different.
You'd grown and now your legs were too long. 
You'd worked out so now you were much too strong. 
It's been so long since I've looked in your wardrobe. 
So long since I've smelt that scent full of time.
The worn clothes that remind me that you are mine. 
But I've changed too.
In ways you wouldn't even know.
I've truly missed you though.
I used to be scared of change.
That I would wake up and the sea would be silver and white.
Movement and life gone in the night. 
But I've learned that whatever will be, will be.
And that a new light reflected in the sky, might set me free. 

Wednesday, 12 September 2012

My Own Space

I fear that I'm losing myself.
That the sun will go down and will rise anew.
Anew and different. 
Strange and fear full.
I've created my own space now. 
A space containing thoughts of you but without your physical presence. 
It's my own space. 
There's room for me.
For that sun to shine in a different light.
But how will you see it rise?
Please tell me that you see me.
For it's the same sun shining on you every day.
But as the weather changes the light turns a different shade. 
In it's own space it will find a way to shine.
And be ready to rise. Spread glitter on your spiderwebs and turn the child's hair gold. 
I'm right here. 
In my own space. 

Sunday, 9 September 2012

Let's Not Talk





Friday, 7 September 2012

One Door Closes, Another Opens...

"She said goodbye and told me that it was time for a new life to flower." 
Her flower had dropped its last petal and her roots had finally become so dry that they'd cuddled up to the stem and folded in a neat and delicate way, ready to rest for a new life time. 
As she told me this I looked across the table in the busy restaurant. People were running back and forth through the room, with their thoughts tied up in which orders to make and concentrating on the food satisfying their stomachs. But a lot more was going through the air than the naked eye could see. For at the far left table sat a woman hiding a life beneath her dress. Only a few weeks and that certain person's heart would be dedicated to a new human being. 
For what I find so magical is that at that exact moment I felt blessed to know that one lost life was being exchanged for a new. 
One door closes, another opens.

A dedication to my two wonderful friends who know what life's worth. 

Wednesday, 5 September 2012

The Girl And The Moon

The girl stared starry eyed at the moon,
I was thinking, is she going to stop soon?
But she glared at it all night, 
And waited for it all day,
Wondering endlessly,
What was she going to say?
But it carried on,
For weeks on end,
My mind span, thinking,
Was this life her only friend?
The moon became worried, 
Thinking that this was obscure.
How could such a fine girl, 
Say not a word,
He wasn't sure.
So one night, 
He gently asked,
"Dear girl,
What is with your presence?
Time has passed, when will this commence."
With a single twitch
And a slight move of her head,
She continued to glare, 
As if almost dead.
But the moon wandered on,
"Are you fascinated by the chiming of the wind through the leaves?
Was your soul taken by the night thieves?"
She looked down,
It was clear her thoughts were turning,
But she looked up once again,
This time with an innocent smile and a sense of yearning.
The night turned silent and we listened with a wide ear.
Slightly hearing her lips part, which words would appear?
But instantly she regret,
Looked around desperately for an escape,
Saw a path between the trees,
And disappeared through the landscape. 
Never did we see the girl again.
Never did her pretty wide eyes appear.
We still remember her today,
As the girl so fascinated but distracted by her shy fear.