My views are a tainted mess; I cannot decipher between what is authentic and what is my imagination. It’s muddled and murky indivisible and Unclear. Its shady, dark demeanor has me unable to figureContinue reading
Category: Side Notes to Life
Bloody Red
a poem by Anita Smith She puts on the red dress To remind herself of the anguish. She wears it daily. Even sleeping in it, In order to dream about the agony And dysfunction ThatContinue reading
Unworthy
A poem by Ricardo Hanley Jr. She intently scrolled through my phone and deemed every woman a hoe. I stood silent, knowing exactly how this would go. I’m not one to pretend nor make anContinue reading
a seat in group
It’s early fall. There’s a new girl in our group. White, like the others. Not like me. Her shoulders curve in – no longer from the weight of the world, but now to shield herContinue reading
dread
It is amazing How everyone else can make me smile Except for you. It is painful to me To come to the realization That you no longer Make me happy. Instead, I dread every momentContinue reading
Breathe Deep, My Love
It’s bittersweetness was revealed to me On many occasions. I often wondered how it didn’t destroy me Or leave me broken beyond repair. I did feel useless often, Like a distant memory, you tried toContinue reading
When Love Was…
As I lay The silence pierces the essence Of my soul. I try to reflect on a time We were not complicated By our love. The reflections are difficult to grasp I can’t remember aContinue reading
Love is Lost
She gives so much That her life force is sucked out of her. She lies in a heap on the floor, Lifeless, Drained, Exasperated By his love. Her soul is emptied Out of compassion forContinue reading
35,000 Choices Revisited
Having a muse is kinda the bomb. You have this figure that ignites creativity in you. This person can also be seen as a trigger. Alas, that’s where I am. I don’t know if IContinue reading
Industrial Art Complex
The fatigue of complex emotions can leave you creatively exhausted. How many hills must you climb? How many sleepless nights must you endure? Where does creativity come from? It is so difficult to piece together,Continue reading
5 Ways Meditation Can Increase Your Creativity
Meditation has been found to be extremely effective for many of our modern problems. Studies have shown that it can help increase your creativity. If you have ever tried meditation, you understand the benefits ofContinue reading
The Way We Raise Our Children
A child who grows and has difficulty making decisions, is probably a child who got that taken away from him. I believe there is a choice in the way we raise our children. And oneContinue reading
12 Month Check-In
I felt absolutely shook to the core. Obliterated by words that once spoke niceties…now these syllables are placated lullabies lobbed together with “um’s”. How pathetic to have thoughts of yesteryear to come forth bearing anyContinue reading
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Face full of questions (sketch)
I hope you like this artwork and it make you think about painting colors on your face, even smiles, what ever you want. http://www.instagram.com/mayrotoyoart
Confessions of a Pendeja: The Art of Letting Go
This week I didn’t feel like painting anything new; that happens sometimes as an artist. This week was a trying week, a week in which the decision of a ring-a-round habit that needed to end.Continue reading
Tequila, Doodles, and Jamiroquai
My alone time is so precious to me. Being able to immerse myself in my solitude and actually find comfort in it is a beautiful thing, I highly suggest it. Add a little bit of tequila andContinue reading
Pendejaism: Confessions of a Pendeja
Pendeja or pendejo is a Spanish word commonly used in Puerto Rican culture that would describe an individual that does dumb shit. As of late, I’ve been such a pendeja ?. No, I’m not outContinue reading
The Blood
She is born with a naturally occurring third eye, nestled within the softest place on earth. If you do it right, it might just wink at you. Waiting is a cycle. Stillness is a cycle. Continue reading
Her and His
Her body was used for his pleasure. Her feelings were unimportant to his desires. Her satisfaction was diminished by his needs. Her love was a game in his mind. Her needs were dismissed by hisContinue reading
Strange.
All too often humans disregard the strangeness in each other, toss it on the highway like a tasteless piece of gum, useless and burdensome.