I hope you like this artwork and it make you think about painting colors on your face, even smiles, what ever you want.
I want to taste
His honeyed brown skin
Get lost in the strong musk smell
Feel the gentle power that permeates
I want to envelop myself
In his masculinity,
And his passion.
I want us to meet each other’s desires
In a primitive and heated way.
Losing all self-control
In our luscious lovemaking.
I want to hear him whisper sensual, desirable things
He wants to do to my body.
I want to taste his yearning in my mouth
Savoring every succulent flavor.
I want him.
Soft to the touch,
Salty to taste.
Enchanting to see,
The melanin is perfection. Continue reading my skin.
Emptiness echoes throughout the room.
Silence slides up the wall.
Pain swirls in the air.
Anguish blows from the window.
It surrounds the young girl.
Choking the life out of her.
He bathes in misery
He eats it for breakfast,
And washes it down with insecurity.
There is a pain behind her smile
That causes her to disconnect.
Her insecurities are hidden behind her laughter
Which causes her hurt.
There is a brokenness behind her joy
That causes her be uncertain.
Her murky thoughts are veiled behind her dancing
Which causes her roughness.
The dragon guarded various treasures old and new. She had a particular fancy for photography and abstract paintings. A personal taste I enjoyed and disliked depending on the artist. She kept all her treasure under surveillance. Cameras and alarms throughout the gallery, an honest precaution, despite having no clue how to use any of them. Perhaps she was afraid someone would steal her treasures from right under her flared nose.
One day I came and found the door locked despite it was time to open. I knocked and texted a coworker and eventually led inside. My coworker hastily informed me that the dragon was having a little tiff with an artist. I never met him before, but I had done a little investigation of my own. He had originated from the far south and worked at the gallery years earlier, trying to get his citizenship and bring his family over. The dragon had helped him, his wife and two children. Plenty of personal photos depicted them in her steaming pool and fortress, relaxing and having fun. Perhaps she wasn’t so bad—hardly.
So the drama between them, none knew about, although they only told me he wanted his artwork back. The dragon ordered to have his work hidden in the basement, locked away so he could never find it. He called, badgering me on the phone, then banging on the front door, but we were not allowed to let him inside.
“For our safety,” she had stated as she exhaled a sordid billow.
It was his paintings why not give them back?
“We have procedure: we can’t just give them to him,” she said with a piercing grin. “And we don’t even have them.”
I saw the paintings downstairs. I know this isn’t right, but I can’t do anything.about them. I’m no knight or hero, so I sat my desk and got back to work.
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No one knows the exact origins of the elders. They preached that they were nature formed as man. “For as long as the Stars have been in the heavens and the waters in the seas, we have been. Just like nature, we will always be.” Continue reading 🌸 HIRAETH pt.2 🌸
There are many things which go unnoticed and unmentioned around the world. One of these things is the rape culture in India. Recently, young girls, 8 and 9 years of age were raped. It is incredibly heartbreaking news. Below is a link to a petition against child rape. Please sign it. Please, let’s save humanity.
Whilst going through different changes in life and within herself, Rochelle was having some time, to put out other types of videos, such as reviews on her own previous work and a short film entitled: Tomboy.
She is now back with the second season of her motivational series entitled: Morning Chat.
In this episode, she gives four tips on how to keep improving, that can be used for any chosen creative path, but videography is the main focus.
I want to let you go,
But I keep holding on.
Begging. Continue reading Let Go
Tomboy is an original idea that Rochelle came up with, whilst reflecting on her personal life.
She has had “tomboy” moments and has found change in this area, to be difficult to adjust to. It wasn’t until she entered her twenties, that she started to feel more comfortable, with trying out more feminine styles of clothing.
As Rochelle develops as a videographer/filmmaker, she’s currently exploring other areas within this creative path.
Gear. Technology. The latest camera, iPhone or even down to our games consoles. We all want the best, but is it really for the best?
In this weeks episode of Morning Chat, Rochelle breaks down why having the best gear in videography (or other creative fields) doesn’t matter.
Have you ever heard a song that made life so worth it?
A song that’s always there when you need it?
A perfect shoulder to cry on.
Can you hear it? It’s incredible.
The work of art. The kind of song made just for you.
It’s the song you can’t wait to listen to after a long day of life.
The kind of song that gently rocks you to sleep
and eagerly wakes you in the morning.
The kind of song that makes everything a unique moment in time.
A conversation with God.
It’s the kind of song that makes you feel like you conquer the world.
It reminds you that nothing is impossible.
A fantasy of the perfect life. It takes you to paradise.
That brilliant wordplay, complemented by a soulful baseline,
it makes listening to a new song impossible.
It’s the song you just want to listen to all day.
The kind of song that you can dance to forever;
a delicate waltz with eternity.
We all procrastinate, especially when it comes to the goals we set ourselves. In this episode of Morning Chat, Rochelle talks about starting a project sooner rather than later and how it can be a benefit.
Starting out can be daunting. When you’re a beginner in your creative field, you want everything to be perfect, the first time you make a project. Even thought it’s not wrong, it can be counterproductive, if things fall apart and they usually do!
There is no perfect time to start. There’s always something bigger or better or a new trend that’s circulating. If we continue putting our dreams on hold, we’ll never reach them.
So start now and reap the benefits later.
In the third episode of this motivational series, Rochelle tackles the subject of fear.
At the time this episode was filmed, Rochelle had a personal experience with fear. Continue reading “Morning Chat Series” Ep. 03 – Fear
In this, the second week’s episode of “Morning Chat”, Rochelle discusses the topic of comparisons.
As creators, we always seem to find fault with our work! Some of this is due to the comparisons we make. We are so afraid of failing, that we never dare to try!
Rochelle explains that comparisons are damaging to our growth as creators. She adds a simple yet profound statement. She suggests that the only person we should compare ourselves to, is our past self and our own work, not to someone else.
With this series, Rochelle hopes to create a community or even just a discussion, for those who are breaking out of the beginner stage of their chosen creative path.
“Mistakes” which is the first episode of the creative, motivational series, entitled “Morning Chat”.
How The Men I Dated Helped Destroy My Self-Image.
Society has a real strong focus on self-love and how you only need yourself to be happy, and I get that, I really do. Society also acts like the relationships you have with others don’t have a toll on you. I started thinking about all the men I dated over the years and how badly they fucked me up. I decided to be so petty and call a couple out.
S: This was my first “real” boyfriend. I saw the world in him, that type of jazz. Turns out in the end he was a total piece of trash but any who. This was the man who simply couldn’t take no for an answer. This was the man who pushed me, and ripped my pants off of me after I said no a million times. This was the man who helped destroy my self-image by teaching me that the men who were supposed to love me couldn’t possibly respect me. This was the man who showed me how much I was really worth to him. How could I mean so little and how could someone have so little respect for me?
M: This one was probably the person who fucked me up the most in life. Well maybe even second. This was the man who promised me the world, promised me a future. This was the man who made me feel safe. This was also the man who left me by stating that he simply didn’t care about me anymore. This was the man who helped me destroy my self-image by proving to me that the worst thoughts I had about myself were real. Nobody hated me more than I hated myself. The thoughts inside my head kept me up at night, constantly thinking that I wasn’t enough, the love I had wasn’t desirable.
The men I dated have ruined my self-image in so many ways, whether it was calling someone fat who was a lot smaller than me, telling me how being assaulted made me broken, putting their hands on me with anything but love in mind. The people I have met in life have really fucked me up along the way. I started to see myself the way these men treated me, I dated so many cowards that treated me like trash that I simply began to believe love wasn’t real, love was just something Hollywood made up to make a couple billion dollars.
I dated so many men who simply didn’t know how to love me, and it made me believe I wasn’t worth loving, my self-image was already fucked up from having anxiety and depression but the relationships I had with these men just put fuel to the fire.
I write a ton about self-love because I spent years not being able to love myself and with men who just couldn’t love me. I saw these broken men and tried to fix them, and that was such a mistake. I was trying to fix these boys who didn’t want to be fixed, who grew fond of making a joke out of me.
Self-love takes a very long time after dealing with abusive men and awful relationships, I have not mastered self-love yet and if you haven’t either that is okay, you’re not undesirable just because you haven’t mastered self-love yet. I promise someone is going to love the shit out of you. Keep going.