Blog. What else can I say?
Some of my poems, and some other random stuff that I love
Friday, August 20, 2010
LOOKBOOK.nu: "I live to let you shine..." by Sammi Marsh
LOOKBOOK.nu: "I live to let you shine..." by Sammi Marsh: "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....
Friday, August 13, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
An advertisement for a fake fashion company. This was for another photoshop projectduring the Explo Summer program.
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 :)
Heart
If you could see my heart now,
I think you'd see it smile
And if you take good care of it
You can hold it for a while.
My chest it feels so empty,
My eyes form two black holes
What I gave you, you ripped to pieces,
My heart, my mind, my soul.
My stomachs filled with butterflies
My fingers tingle too
And even when i close my eyes
I only think of you.
My hearts in bloody pieces,
Lying trampled on the ground
My mouth opens to scream your name
But I can't make a sound.
I see you walk towards me
Transparent stories, untold
But when I see you walk away,
The nights they seem so cold.
The halls echo, so empty.
I turn to watch you go
and with my heart you walk away,
But yours I'll never know.
And so, I sit here waiting.
I hope you feel it too.
But, I know I'll never have the courage
To tell you: I Love You.
I think you'd see it smile
And if you take good care of it
You can hold it for a while.
My chest it feels so empty,
My eyes form two black holes
What I gave you, you ripped to pieces,
My heart, my mind, my soul.
My stomachs filled with butterflies
My fingers tingle too
And even when i close my eyes
I only think of you.
My hearts in bloody pieces,
Lying trampled on the ground
My mouth opens to scream your name
But I can't make a sound.
I see you walk towards me
Transparent stories, untold
But when I see you walk away,
The nights they seem so cold.
The halls echo, so empty.
I turn to watch you go
and with my heart you walk away,
But yours I'll never know.
And so, I sit here waiting.
I hope you feel it too.
But, I know I'll never have the courage
To tell you: I Love You.
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