Inspired Photography:

The Inspiration of The Youth of Today's Generation:

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A lot of times I find myself searching the internet for photographs that will spark inspiration for a poem, new book, short story, etc. These lovelies are the photos I have found that have inspired something out of me. The words beside/underneath the photos - unless otherwise stated- are my own work.

Disclaimer: I did not take this photos, this is a subject I cannot stress enough. They are near and dear to me and have been around for so long that; now that I look back and try to find the photographers I cannot, if one/or more of these photos are yours. I humbly and truly am sorry, my inattention is not to take credit! If you come across a photo that is yours, comment and let me know, I will give you your credit or take down the photo upon your request. Some photos if you click on them, will take you to website I found them at. 
All Due Credit For The Photos To The Photographers.

Inspire through passion, live always with photographs clutched at your breast and never, never ever forget the bliss of Desire's harsh embrace.
I will meet you at the brook where my dreams began and where you taught my heart how to fly.

This world is my playground and I am five years old again, I will pretend I am a bird and fly as high as the sky will let me.

She was such a beautiful girl whom was lost to the evils that haunt this world.
Wasted words on unimportant things that lately seem to grow and grow and grow. Like a tumor attached to my soul.





When you lose your journal, you end up losing you 
soul too.

For an immeasurable moment today I lost myself now that it is gone, and I want it back.

Your life is filled with lies, so much that I cannot see through the tangled mess of it.

You spoke through clenched teeth and I thought the words I had been waiting for years on edge to hear would finally reveal themselves and as my stomach filled with butterflies and my lips ached from the pressure of keeping them from screaming out in joy you finally spoke, and your words destroyed me.

You know I thought that when you said I was better off without you, you were joking. I guess my sense of humor doesn't match with yours. But don't worry I have found an outlet to deal with pain. One thing I think you should know: these cuts and bruises don't hurt as bad as your words.

To breathe is to continue living, to breathe in life's air is to consume it's devils. To die is to allow it's devils to carry you away, like a stream that flows freely we continue to push through the current only the reach a side in which is as ugly as the one before.

I will wait for you, you know. I will, I will wait until you come back and if you don't I will probably buy an orange cat.

Did you know that your selfish act left me broken?

Did you know that I didn't care? Whether or not you were unstable and messed up didn't matter in the slightest to me. How about the fact that I stayed with you, through all the crap and now, now I am left out here in the dark. 

Brilliancy is found in the most remarkable places. 

Such simplicity is astounding to a naked eye.

I took you to a place where I soared, where I let my soul free and you turned your back on me. This is why I keep it locked away, so no one can see how much you can really hurt me. And with just the slightest of little things.

To Whom it May Concern,

Your fairy-tale will only last so long and the burst of happiness produced by random unimportant things will fade with the innocence that lies within you.

Moment pass by and your unanswered questions slip through your fingers and fade into a place in your brain where all those unimportant things go.

Did you know I cried while watching Marly and Me and I dedicate a day a year for the movie Sweet Home Alabama. I do these things because frankly I am mad as the hatter.

Last year I was in first period math class and we were going over something I had already done weeks ago so I pulled out New Moon, the next book in the Twilight series, and began reading where I left off. I cried, in front of the whole class, I mean I literally cried so bad I had to run out of the class, it was the most embarrassing moments of my life and slightly pathetic. Despite this I couldn't put the book down until I had finished it, I was on edge during the plane ride to Volterra and almost cried again when I thought Bella wasn't going to make it to Edward in time. I finished the book in one day and it was one of the best experiences of my life, it now resides on my shelf with the rest of the series.

"Someday he'll find a place here in this world."- temporary home - Carrie Underwood

And she holds herself tight because if she doesn't, she dreads, she will crumble.

Encased in this world of hate. 

Would someone tell me how you live?

All I wanted was to be beautiful, but you hated that.

My wrists, 

tied tight in blood, 

gruff from misuse.

Bodily abuse, 

self-infliction caused

because no one hears my insides scream.

This is what the world accepts this is what our world has made me. 

Do I look beautiful?

You don't know anything of this world until you look at it through a child's eye.

Can you tell me where I went wrong, how the five year inside me died?

I want a fairy-tale, 

I want a wonderland, 

I want a happy ending. 

I just can't seem to find my rabbit hole.

Would you look at me the same if you knew the truth of the little girl who lived in a cruel world.

I want an escape from a hell I was misguided into.

Did your fairy-tale disappear before it ever began as well?

I lost myself one day on a road quite like this, when I tried to go back it vanished, right there before my eyes.

Can you tell me how you go on living when you are lost in a world you know nothing about?

Such a glorious time our childhoods were, too bad they have come and gone before we ever really got to enjoy them.

I look at the world as a challenge I have to conquer.

You are but a consistent in this world of hate. 
You consume me in but one look of fate.

I found a path today, but like the others I ignored it, I let my fears guide me to a place I was too familiar with and within that I lost a little part of my soul.

Something tells me Sir, that you hold the wisdom of that of a professor.

You can find a fairy-tale anywhere.

 If only you have to imagination;

to make it mystically  amazing.

In fields of green

I watch for you, 

Please would you come soon?

My eyes and feet do grow tire.

Always searching for your never present-

Silhouette.

Such beauty lies within, such elegance can be found in the way you live, and such love can be captured by not a single camera lines.

Your eyes have seen what I cannot describe.

Darling, tell me; who has hurt you so terribly.?

What action was taken to cause such an anger?

Bright as the sun,

you shine,

like the wings of a dove. 

Just as it catches rays of sunlight.

In midair, jut as it takes first morns' flight.

A white dove dips low enough to my face

So that I see

It's leg is bleeding scarlet red.

Your eyes tell a story I cannot conceive.

One that could reveal the Mona Lisa's

Give peace to a broken-hearted lover.

Your story is just out of reach.

Dark enough to thwart my efforts.

Bright enough to make me think:

'Angel's do exist.'

A bridge in lies something much more stunning. All you have to do is, look. Without reminders of humane life, just look closely, look long, and slow. Your eyes drifting long sweeping motions as if you are painting nature. Your eyes are the brush of an Impressionist painter. Use them.

Such elegance frightens me.

When I was fourteen I went to my best-friends grandpa's farm and we found baby kittens in a shed, we were supposed to be cleaning out really we just carefully played with the tiny kittens. Mine was orange and beautiful, it purred when I hugged it close and you know what, I felt loved. I begged my parents to let me keep it and they said no. It was the best-worse day of my existence and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Something isn’t beautiful until it is discovered and something isn’t disgusting until it has been discovered.

  
My blond hair made me    memorable but it wasn't enough. 

 I wanted to  be beautiful.

Standing up here now, looking down on the world I realize how much I miss the good times, when I would smile because I was happy not because it was expected of you. When I would dance Ballet because I was passionate and absolutely horrid at, when the very thought of home studies made me cringe. Now looking back all I can do is frown because I don't know where I went wrong.

The truth of the matter is that you only saw me for how you wanted me to be, when my own self began to leek out you tried to change me, mold me. 

Sir, if it was that simple I would have done it a long time ago. I am a mess from the inside out the is the only honest truth I can give you is: 

Changing it is as unattainable becoming transparent.I like the woods because it is brings silence, solace and peace to a girl who knows only of chaos, noise and stress.

This is something 

amazingly indescribable 

and I somehow 

I miss the shades of grey 

I found 

in the hidden shadows 

where everything was predictable.

One day. 
You will look back and wish you had taken the time, 
to write down everything you have 
now forgotten.

Some times it's better to prepare for the unexpected, other times you'll

miss the excitement that lies within the surprise.

Be brave with fashion. People take notice 

: )

Simplicity at its very core can be found in the most unexpected places.
All you need to ever do is be open.
Invite adventures for tea, I say. Dine with new discoveries.
And eat the challenges for dessert.

I stare off into the distance because I am secretly hoping that one of these days you will somehow just show up on whim. As my grandmother always use to say: 'What does one have, if not faith?'

I followed the path 

and read the clues 

but when I arrived at the 

X

nothing was there. 

This is why I never get my hopes up 

because when your let down 

the pain 

of disappointment 

hurts 

more than you'd like it to.

Does her eyes tell the secret that her mouth wont utter and her soul is screaming?

Your presence escaped me because books capture all attention now-a-days.

I was lucky your the type of guy to make the first move.

Something tells me a letter home will do more harm than good, in some matters it only makes the pain grow tenfold.

In others the shock is such a miracle that you do not know how to feel.

She was

kissed by 

the sun.

The beach is where my soul lys. Where my heart always seems to desire to be, and where my smiles are genuine. The beach is always endlessly awaiting me, as I it.

You seem to accompany my mind more than I'd like to admit. I cannot even put on a coat without my mind wandering why your hands are not helping me.

Your beauty is astounding.

Don't let ever them tell you it isn't.

Sometimes I wish I did the things I promised you I would do because now I am a complete mess without you.

I bought a gown that put us in debt. Walked down a red isle, my father linked arm an arm with me as he gave me away. We held a reception, it was to be a wonderful occasion. I never made it past the mirror.

You were,

the only one 

I ever saw, 

and I don't know 

what frightens me more 

the fact

 that I did the one thing 

I said I never would 

or 

the fact that 

I never really 

had 

a choice.

Find a mask,

 throw a ball, 

buy an overly-expensive gown, 

dance your heart out, 

and do your best to regret at least five things that night,

 because when you get home 

and take off your mask 

you will smile 

because you will have realized 

that for once, 

maybe in your whole life that for that night 

you let your whole soul shine. 

And you know what? 

It was beautiful.

Play when you can, 

clap when you should,

 be polite only when need be, 

sing when your heart desires, 

laugh with your mother, 

and most importantly

throw snow 

in the air 

at least 

once in your 

lifetime.

Relax, sit back, 

give your mother a foot massage,

 drink hot chocolate and 

comb her greying hair 

because one day 

those small insignificant moments

 like the holidays with snow 

and hot chocolate 

are the ones 

you will cherish 

the absolute most.

They will be

the ones you weep

over, so  never take them for granted.

Snow and rain as always been my comfort zone, I wonder why? And as I think this I can't help but think of how pathetic that sounds, the fact that it is true only adds to the pain.

Sometimes being 

alone allows you to think clearly, 

but then you run 

the risk of thinking about unpleasant memories 

you had wished to keep locked away.

Sometimes 

when I look 

into the mirror 

I have this 

unbearable urge to 

smash it to pieces. 

Does that say 

something 

about 

my character?

Such a lovely thing scarfs are, they hide those vampire bites you pretend to have. Funny how they never seemed to show up before Edward Cullen came into the picture.

Is this,

what love does 

to people 

who fall 

for the delusion,

I would rather skip it altogether.

Yes, 

that sounds lovely.

Cigarettes 

were the 

stroke of 

pure 

genius.

Who else 

gets away with murder 

so pleasantly? 

Besides 

Charles Manson, 

that 

nut-case.

Don't forget 

to leave 

this great city 

before it 

turns your 

soul black 

&

your face hard.

Do you remember the day we first meet?

You said we be just like the Love Story of Taylor Swift.

You swore my heart was precious cargo, no to be tampered with.

You never fit in, you have light green.

A Mohawk so tall you ducked to enter classrooms.

Do you remember our public first kiss?

Right after our fourth secret breakup, where you swore we were over.

I trace the line of your jaw a single finger and kissed you.

Right there in front of everybody we had been hiding from.

Do you remember they gave us a week?

How they were wrong. How we laughed.

I was nineteen and you were twenty-one.

Do you remember the masquerade ball?

You should, it's the next your proposed, the very night we eloped,

and the very night you told me you'd joined the Marine Corps.

How I cried. How I cried.

  You never came home.

The sort of music that  swifts your worldly axis just a bit, just enough for you to notice the change.

Let the world fly by my darling because no one can hurt you when you are too far up in the sky.

Perhaps,

If I put on the dress,

If I acted the part real well

Than maybe my fairytale 

would just spontaneously 

erupt around me.

I wore that dress 

until it fell off 

in dirty rags, 

because I feared 

that if 

I took it off 

my prince 

wouldn't know 

where to 

find me.

Whiskey  and cigarettes have always been my fondest friends. Whiskey can take away the unpleasant memories, numb the pain they have caused, and make you beautiful again. Like a fairy-tale.

See how the 

light dances 

off your face, 

it use to amaze me, 

now I realize 

the light can dance 

off of my rings 

as well, 

I am no longer 

in need 

of you.

Somehow 

I think that 

when you said 

you didn't miss me 

you were 

lying through 

your teeth. 

It's okay 

I don't 

miss you 

either.

There's 

something 

in the way you walk, 

something by the way 

that you dress, 

how your always a mess; 

that makes me wonder 

if you are really 

covering up 

the ruins of 

your life.

When she grows older 
it is mixed with meth, 
this is what to become 
of a princess 
when she realizes 
her fantasy isle was just a delusion, 
she was ripped from her fairy-tale 
and thrown into reality, 
she didn't 
survive. 

Your tattoos amaze me. Just like your eyes use to.

You can only have so many princesses in one kingdom before your fairy-tale becomes high school.

Something tells me you had never really cared. But that's okay because my heartbreak will led to something spectacular. You'll see.

You are 


something 


beautiful.

You made me believe I was something beautiful and then you destroyed me.

You told me 
to keep my head up, 
let the insults roll off of me 
like the waves in the ocean. 
I wonder if you 
have ever felt ugly 
and worthless before. 
I don't think so, 
because if you had 
than you would know that
insults are worse than fists. 
They cut your heart.

Your an extrovert;

correct? 

I am not,

do you understand?

I always wanted a bike with a basket, one that I could ride down to the beach and carry a small lunch. I had this little fairy-tale that I would someday buy an orange cat and take her to the beach, put her in my basket with the lunch and pet her on the sand while I stared out at the waves. I relive this memory and I see a little girl with an old white bike and a basket. The little girl with white blond hair and a silly grin on her face as she lifts the kitten out of the basket and puts it on her lap. She sats content and peacefully happy and as she watches the waves she realizes she never wanted anything else.

Wistful thinking and unachieved goals exist as a constant in my realm.

I remember a day, a perfect simple day at a park where I read underneath one of those giant brilliant trees. It was a beautiful day and I was alone with my book and my music, the world slipped away for a second and I was truly happy. It rained that day and my library book got slightly wet enough to ripple some pages. I didn't bring a jacket because it was sunny out when I left, I wasn't nearly close to being ready to leave but I obviously couldn't read anymore so I sat. As the families and kids ran for shelter and the skateboarders left as well I sat, I watched them go. I sat until I was soaking wet, my hair dripping. The book was content under a shelter near by, I didn't move. It might sound insane and illogical but sitting in the rain was better than sitting in the sun.

Take time to think about everything you are missing.

This doesn't hurt, no so much anymore. I have grown to except pain for what it is, inevitable. I am not sure how pathetic I sound.

I'll show you the truth if that is what you wish to hear, I will tell you the story if your patient enough to wait, before my voice enfolds you will know. Everything in life has a special reason, open you eyes up to the possibilities of the unseen and miracles with begin to unfold 

before your eyes.

I hold on tight to the fabric of my clothes because if I let go I will lash out at the closest thing. My skin.

The main Waiting Room of the Michigan Central Station. As I walk through the Central Station plausibly for the last time, I take a hard look around, I comment everything to memory because it has housed something no one can take away, it has housed my soul. Thoughts and memories swirl in a complex and elegant dance as I sit, patiently waiting in no hurry to face a world I am being thrown unwillingly into. A thought comes to mind as I wait, will I return one day to decay.

If I fell and continued to fall would you hear and jump in, or watch as I slip away forever.

Sometimes you simply keep falling, sometimes a bottom isn't really a bottom at all but another turn.

The Grand Hall room of the Michigan Central Station, it is lost, forgotten. I had no idea it even existed, it is decayed and withering away, fading slowly everyday. Waiting silently for a person, a soul to come and happen upon it so that it can tell its story one more time. If you let it, it will tell it's past.

You were a figment of my imagination dreamed up as I let my soul run wild for a night.

An image spoken through a thousand words, encased in a scene but set free through a soul.

A life to behold, a presence to withstand, and a patience to admire from afar.

Things are never forgotten, not for me. To remember with great detail is a work of art in it's self. Our memories make us immortal.

The main Waiting Room of the Michigan Central Station. As I walk through the Central Station plausibly for the last time, I take a hard look around, I comment everything to memory because it has housed something no one can take away, it has housed my soul. Thoughts and memories swirl in a complex and elegant dance as I sit, patiently waiting in no hurry to face a world I am being thrown unwillingly into. A thought comes to mind as I wait, will I return one day to decay.

There are places in this world, places that make you realize how amazingly beautiful every detail can be if you open your mind to it. Such beauty lost in decay, it is a shame to see such elegance and architecture fall apart before your very eyes, isn't it.

I stared at this photo for a good five minutes, it was titled Mayhem. The artist, or photographer, saw it as nothing special just a stop along the way of a decayed city. This once was a school, now abandoned it means nothing, it housed children and holds secrets waiting for the right person to discover. He took this picture to show how dirty and chaotic abandoned and decayed buildings can become, his description stated that it was nothing special, I disagree. I see history, pasts, knowledge the very foundation we are all built upon, a past breathing life back into every one who sees it, 

whether the eyes of the beholder realizes it or not.

Will you 

remember 

the person 

I once was?

When we dance 
I cannot feel a thing 
but the way 
your hands feel clinging to mine. 
I cannot see 
but only your eyes, 
how they stare 
like I am a doll 
made of 
porcelain.