tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60400447231479823912024-03-05T00:05:43.438-08:00Blog. What else can I say?Some of my poems, and some other random stuff that I loveSammi Marshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10348431105636858511noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040044723147982391.post-92105165848122906222010-08-20T06:56:00.000-07:002010-08-20T06:57:31.110-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiml8RNI0f_nUfneKDjuvCXR_FpGcIwcyRFeLNzexJPr2nkhhMo5SPN3ZzG_AIh4c_44lJK5efyfhQ0-BqcGj2cGVqPneqtmfKSJyzDYpdLMW09XqTxpqMawAvpkFSFgSmldSJpqLqvDlI/s1600/lookbook1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiml8RNI0f_nUfneKDjuvCXR_FpGcIwcyRFeLNzexJPr2nkhhMo5SPN3ZzG_AIh4c_44lJK5efyfhQ0-BqcGj2cGVqPneqtmfKSJyzDYpdLMW09XqTxpqMawAvpkFSFgSmldSJpqLqvDlI/s320/lookbook1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507490858732434514" /></a>Sammi Marshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10348431105636858511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040044723147982391.post-39715917302592862772010-08-20T06:08:00.000-07:002010-08-20T06:08:29.527-07:00LOOKBOOK.nu: "I live to let you shine..." by Sammi Marsh<a href="http://lookbook.nu/look/988051-I-live-to-let-you-shine">LOOKBOOK.nu: "I live to let you shine..." by Sammi Marsh</a>: "Betsey Johnson Dress, American Apparel Petticoat, River Island Socks" My first lookbook look This is the type of thing I wear day to day, usually with my Docs (i love them). People tell me it's impractical, seeing as I live in Singapore, but I can't help it. I'm an addict, a fashion addict. I live to stand out, so much I almost fear blending in....Sammi Marshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10348431105636858511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040044723147982391.post-53561939229529424482010-08-13T17:37:00.000-07:002010-08-22T03:36:10.086-07:00Sammi Marshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10348431105636858511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040044723147982391.post-66481861761586047382010-07-16T06:10:00.000-07:002010-07-16T06:12:25.148-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd-u8JF7ni6U1tKozT5Tcrf7yx6uxh5DIsbGJdzOJ3PKHWOt23gu3u-59vXLEhBRkNIL-ujRUJInkb52s1n8VwBzfCKzCcYB0GGALDiYNYqXEyfgnxncQVI_dJIotldXDaMk9oRacaCRA/s1600/Ad.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd-u8JF7ni6U1tKozT5Tcrf7yx6uxh5DIsbGJdzOJ3PKHWOt23gu3u-59vXLEhBRkNIL-ujRUJInkb52s1n8VwBzfCKzCcYB0GGALDiYNYqXEyfgnxncQVI_dJIotldXDaMk9oRacaCRA/s320/Ad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494490995698120162" /></a><br /><br />An advertisement for a fake fashion company. This was for another photoshop projectduring the Explo Summer program.Sammi Marshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10348431105636858511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040044723147982391.post-68239301142481438122010-07-16T06:06:00.000-07:002010-07-16T06:09:24.897-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFWSKpbxGImr96M2IeVoy35MQ4mYLoRe8UC7kkU2tjEEWwUlBRPSOnO2HQHSxtd_M9lO8rSKLSnDOcq1t6hRPnb9AOrDhxd4DGlLyO0hu5Du2V2IDRv8p-HT34tWgJGThozX7_NinWlq0/s1600/pic.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFWSKpbxGImr96M2IeVoy35MQ4mYLoRe8UC7kkU2tjEEWwUlBRPSOnO2HQHSxtd_M9lO8rSKLSnDOcq1t6hRPnb9AOrDhxd4DGlLyO0hu5Du2V2IDRv8p-HT34tWgJGThozX7_NinWlq0/s320/pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494490042292341138" /></a><br /><br />A cartoon scanned into the computer and manipulated using photoshop for a project on the subject of change. It's meant to be a self-portrait :)Sammi Marshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10348431105636858511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040044723147982391.post-25869694853236869362010-07-16T02:57:00.000-07:002010-07-16T06:10:10.063-07:00HeartIf you could see my heart now,<br />I think you'd see it smile<br />And if you take good care of it<br />You can hold it for a while.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">My chest it feels so empty,<br />My eyes form two black holes<br />What I gave you, you ripped to pieces,<br />My heart, my mind, my soul.</span><br /><br />My stomachs filled with butterflies<br />My fingers tingle too<br />And even when i close my eyes <br />I only think of you.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">My hearts in bloody pieces,<br />Lying trampled on the ground<br />My mouth opens to scream your name<br />But I can't make a sound.</span><br /><br />I see you walk towards me<br />Transparent stories, untold<br />But when I see you walk away,<br />The nights they seem so cold.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">The halls echo, so empty.<br />I turn to watch you go<br />and with my heart you walk away,<br />But yours I'll never know.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">And so, I sit here waiting.<br />I hope you feel it too. <br />But, I know I'll never have the courage<br />To tell you: I Love You.</span>Sammi Marshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10348431105636858511noreply@blogger.com0