Twisted in the Tresses of My Mind

Displayed for the world to see even with all the coverings of...

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 16:12:31 -0500

Displayed for the world to see

even with all the coverings of metaphors

even with the symbolism of choas

They see right through you, and all your thickness…sickness

Color you bright, they shadow your light

You call it necessary, they feel the contrary

Displayed for the world to see

Words and Photo Created By: E Sepulveda

How can color maintain, when it comes from grey? What happened...

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 13:15:09 -0500

How can color maintain, when it comes from grey?

What happened to the core of me, it never stood a chance?

The cards were stacked before i played, how could I win?

How can a promise live on, when it stands on doubt?

Recreating a dream to breathe again, but with what air?

Was I wrong to stand exposed, even when it drew you in?

What happened to the body needing the heart, when only one functions?

How can I remain numb, when the core of me is throbbing?

What happened to the days of not caring?

What happened to my bulletproof walls?

What happened to my legs standing tall?

They ended with you, warped around us, collasped under me

Words and Photo Created By: E Sepulveda

Bracing against the storm with soft fingers grippping Begging it...

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 15:28:09 -0500

Bracing against the storm with soft fingers grippping

Begging it to calm but secretly never wanting to leave

the chaos, the pain, the instability, the addiction

Pounding into silence the heart waits for no pause

Breaking the confidence to look graceful in the light

the darkness, the anxiety, the unsettled, the conviction

Craving the wind to bear down the feet from running

Manipulating each inward breathe to focus through the grey

the lifeless, the fear, the devastated, the persistance

The storm abandoned, soul betrayed, forced released

Words and Photo By: E Sepulveda

Some would call her drifter, though unfitting for a person that...

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 16:45:46 -0400

Some would call her drifter, though unfitting for a person that never travelled. It was about the way she disconnected from everything around her. The way she could make you feel like, though in front of you, she was in a distant land. Magic eyes of wonder, captivated everyone around her. A deep sense makes her seem well travelled, and it is hard to believe this city is all she knows, that these boats, this sea was the only backround she had ever appeared in front of. She rarely spoke, but when she did her accent was unlike anyone there, unlike any accent anyone had ever heard. Just slight, clean lined through the few sentences she conveyed daily. If they had not seen her grow up before them, the adults would never believe she was from their town, their very uninspiring town.

Some would say she was the beam amongst their darkness, even though her skin was uninviting to the sun and she shown in person semi-grey. It was her paintings and stories that was her brightest point. Drawing pictures of places that had never been seen, and storylines that included emotions that were undescribable.

She would say she was their martyr, forced to lay her life in a place she never belonged. To mesmerize them through their sadness, and dazzle them through their sorrow. She was the necessity when none of their children came back. They needed distraction, they needed her stories… she was their martyr. To never see the visions come to life, to know that it all existed, and to die aware that she was the only one that knew.

Words and Photo Created By: E Sepulveda

Enchanted in the mix Mesmerized in the moment Capturing the...

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 12:09:44 -0400

Enchanted in the mix

Mesmerized in the moment

Capturing the thought between the hope

The promise is made to challenge

Intentions unified in concept

Grasping her now, holding him forever

Enchanted in the life, they call theirs

Words and Photo Created By: E Sepulveda

Take me for that magical spin the one i told you i’d been...

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 17:13:00 -0400

Take me for that magical spin

the one i told you i’d been waiting for

where my heart penetrates others wisely

and i laugh sincerely with my eyes

Take me on that magical spin

the ride of our lives

the one i cant avoid any longer

Words & Photo Created By: E Sepulveda

It was here I carved my life into my skin. Embedding all the...

Wed, 14 Oct 2009 17:27:06 -0400

It was here I carved my life into my skin. Embedding all the suffering and guilt into lines tracing through blood in imperfect designs. i had everything i ever wanted in my sorrow. Nothing surprised me or hurt me when my expectations were nothing short of disaster in itself. I walked along the shoreline drenching my face with tears i had called upon to hydrate my eyes that had been burned by hope. Here is where i laid my final dreams to rest, and approached the sunset with open arms. When the beauty fades into darkness, i know my way around.

Here is where i will stay, never stopping for a breath of regret. There is no regret when you let go of the chance of smiling and release into the thoughts of acceptance.

Here i will stay.

Words & Photo Created By: E Sepulveda

Straighten out the brain so the heart can be untwisted even...

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 16:46:04 -0400

Straighten out the brain so the heart can be untwisted

even while they run past your sight, you feel them in your gaze

the heartbreakers’ Casanova, the gang of violent love

Let them past and stand tall in unwavering coldness

the one that cares the least, shows blank on their radar

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even with new light it fell short of the darkness the moon shown...

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 14:57:37 -0400

even with new light it fell short of the darkness

the moon shown the same in different skies

and the heart devastated the worst on distance ground

nothing changed but the scenerary

and the battle was lost just the same

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Losing my heart, I gained perspective opened my lungs to the...

Fri, 18 Sep 2009 17:10:52 -0400

Losing my heart, I gained perspective

opened my lungs to the evaporated oxygen of the world

going to see where the end stores its laughter

and where the beginning keeps its love

if nothing else a replacement will come

to keep my eyes open and beating

Words & Photo Created By: E Sepulveda

**** posts will be sparce in the next couple weeks, as i will be in Europe… but I wont forget you…. you will hear from me i promise..********

We could be each other’s reflection but i prefer your...

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 17:46:46 -0400

We could be each other’s reflection

but i prefer your differences

reflecting back the change

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The reflection was brighter than those who observed wasting away...

Wed, 16 Sep 2009 15:48:00 -0400

The reflection was brighter than those who observed

wasting away in comparison

they put it right in front to mock

the placement of a mirror from the conscious world

recipricating back the horrors in the dream world

except there is no waking here, there is no escape

the nightmares are starring right back,

in the daylight you once thought graceful

Words & Photo Created By: E Sepulveda

She wasn’t meant to be here just now. Maybe sometime...

Mon, 14 Sep 2009 15:59:30 -0400

She wasn’t meant to be here just now. Maybe sometime before or maybe even a future forward, but not now. It was obvious when her heart could not find a rhythm in the music of their city, and her mind couldn’t follow beat with the repetition of their days. Something about her was always off, always unsettled, never matching with the ways of everyone else.

Her eyes couldn’t see past the pain of her neighbor or the sinking stories of the public. Her ears heard only mourning of wasted time, and her mind was a catastrophic mess of problems that she would never find solutions too. The curse of sensing what others only felt in themselves. Passing by a tragedy, would be like melting into a fire of watery sadness for her, never getting above the break for air for days… she would drowned soon.

So she sat and watched her sunset into their sunrise, on the porch of her tomorrow. Never asking questions because now she knew the answer. Maybe she would return with an in-tune heart, and see the world through just her eyes… but maybe she would just drowned in the now of a time she was not meant to be in. A world she was never home in. With a people that stayed disconnected as she channelled in all their worries. Along side a sun that was always setting amongst a day break that was never forgiving.

She breathed in their air, and continued to sit on the porch of her mind.

Words & Photo Created By: E Sepulveda

Haven’t taken my chance to re-do my mistake the one i made...

Thu, 10 Sep 2009 17:20:37 -0400

Haven’t taken my chance to re-do my mistake

the one i made with eyes wide open

the one i conceded to in the dark

the one i adjusted to repetitively

the one i allowed inside my dreams

the one i transitioned into my nightmares

So I take that chance now, to re-do and un-do

and shut tight my rampaged yearning

By going back to my world before I met you

Words and Photo By: E Sepulveda

Reversed me to the inverse of me squared… even then the...

Tue, 08 Sep 2009 17:22:00 -0400

Reversed me to the inverse of me squared…

even then the twisted remnants come out gleaming

basking in the colors of my mind

Words & Photo Created By: E Sepulveda

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Fri, 04 Sep 2009 14:53:28 -0400

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Burned through my paper hands ashes floating through my watery...

Fri, 04 Sep 2009 13:56:13 -0400

Burned through my paper hands

ashes floating through my watery mind

station your request, leave it still

so i can freeze my thoughts to your kind

opposite to the exposition of my better judgement

yet admoration’s strings attach my detachment

fast is the fire water in the joints of our foundation

granting duplicity to keep hold of devotion’s promise

tide swallowing whole the mocking of future devastation

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Look at me standing in the shoes craziness that used to be,...

Thu, 03 Sep 2009 18:26:00 -0400

Look at me standing in the shoes

craziness that used to be, where they use to stand

instead of wearing tall, they shrunk me to the ground

took a million steps to get passed the walking over glass

but freeing up my feet for better gliding

i caught the gleam in the old leather

and ready to wear thin another journey where i stand

Words & Photo Created By: E Sepulveda

Carefully crafted preservation of the Center Grounded deeply in...

Wed, 02 Sep 2009 12:44:16 -0400

Carefully crafted preservation of the Center

Grounded deeply in the masses of the in between

I found the window into the darkness’ light

Deeply hidden within the moon’s waking grace

Preserve it, keep it, make me your in between

if ever enchanted i had you

Cast open the frame of solid preservation

Words & Photo By: E Sepulveda

Every so often the words will stop short and the photos will...

Wed, 26 Aug 2009 14:38:15 -0400

Every so often the words will stop short and the photos will just evaporate through my thoughts never making it to paper.

Every so often the melodies will run dry and the lyrics will hold still through the pavement’s channel.

Every so often the stories will fall short of a memory and the tale will end with no meaning to the jagged truth.

Every so often the hell will compromise the present and the voice will be muted in screams of blank stares.

Every so often i wake up in this nightmare, where nothing i feel is alive and everything i am has already been told.

Words & Photo By: E Sepulveda