I used to be alien. Scorned of barrels, saddened drops of moths, I cut my hands than, Both hands dance, On a sheet of squared tabrle cloth. Accident. Hands vividly place fingertips into nails, Scorned of barrels, saddened drops of moths.

Poems from the Sea Salt..

-- In toss of writing, Kernel night, came placid handshakes, virtual night, sense of poetry lumping. -- Earthen mermaid flows above the land, Still night burden, Flows by the sea, quiet end of earthen mermaid. Death of Demitia, freedom to pain. Rise the sea foils around his neck, Bumble bee was a slave of the earthen mermaid touch. -- Snake with wisdom in fingertips, Pain in water of charisma, a square is smooth realm, forwarded pain. Silhouetted at.

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Couple of words on my art..

I write about torture of mental wounds. In inability to articulate language since developing mental illness (psychosis with depression)I went to where I always was.. to words. My poetry is a reflection of this pain i gained during my adolescence, young adult life and now in my early 30's. You will find joy and serenity in my works (paintings and poetry). These are what I am aiming for to broaden my ability to 'create'.

Some of my artworks..