Fallen Angel-

Dear Readers-

I have set up a second blog strictly to display any visual work i have done including photography, paintings, drawings, and collages. I will continue to post some of these elements on this page, but the majority of my visual projects will be posted to the page linked below:

http://solitudeartcollection.blogspot.com/

Thank you.

Secrets-

Drawn with pencil and charcoal.

Six Strings-

Taken by D. James Santos

Weary Queen-

An off-white dress
dances to the ballad of the wind.
An emerald field of memory
whispers words of tranquility.
The girl:
so innocent; so pure;
draws together her weary eyelids,
like velvet stage curtains,
to rest beneath the moonlight.
With a sigh
she slips out of her skin
and into her mind.
Tides of serenity flow through her
as she floats atop sweet reverie.
Drifting,
drifting,
she finds peace within her dreams. 

Corrosive-

I sense your presence, though you are miles away. I can feel the ice in your veins and I can hear the decay that is your raspy breath. Not a moment passes that I am free from your callous stare. It penetrates me; surpassing my flesh and entering the realms of my nauseous mind. There, it eats away at the contents within my skull; killing me slowly from the inside as externally, I appear to effortlessly waste away.

I am ugly. I rot in my anguish and corrode with the days as they drag on like the span of an anxious cigarette. I am putrid; immersed in the filth of shame and envy. I count the moments spent aimlessly seeking to escape the firm grip of your coarse manipulation. They are many. In agony, I tread through the damp fields of memory; abundant with remorse and disgust. Seldom do I realize how relentless is the grasp of my mindless addiction. I have no choice but to give in to my oppressive delirium.