Loose Beauty Photography
Loose Beauty Photography
 

Unforeseen times

I hope to touch anyone with my photos giving them any sense of love because we are not ordinary ladies and gentleman, we are all on the same lifeboat. This is a series of self portraits. 

 
Unforseen Times

 Old and decayed reflection 

I got lost in a false illusion.

Slapped down I was proclaimed .

Snapped out of it I wish to be,

but unfortunately it will not be over for me.

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Unforeseen Departure

 

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CLOCK STRIKES THE HOURS

Oh This love of mine.
How it clings to some love that doesn't want to be mine . 
Away it is goes trying to reach the heart of my lover. 
Will it reach this time? 
Oh this loving heart of mine.

Woebegone

Woebegone

The days before me are remediless. 
Stripped down my body and soul continue to be. 
I stagger forward in hopes to find clemency.

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Ail

Woe is me. Woe is me. 
Heavy-hearted I find myself to be. 
Appearing with a smile I dare not let them see,
my everyday sorrow playing woe is me. Woe is me.

Art can be anything and everything. It could be all around us it would just an opinion that creates the status quo. 

Art can be anything and everything. It could be all around us it would just an opinion that creates the status quo. 



 Double-Take- Art

I loved you for a lifetime it seemed my beloved
I loved you after falling for you so hard.
You weren't no double-take no, no my darling
you were a first glance kind of looker.
I could just stare at you forever my dear, like you were the most interesting piece of art in a museum. Everyone sitting there wondering how you even came to be. 
You weren't no double-take looker.

And life will be a continuing to be a constraint of both raptures and predicaments. 

And life will be a continuing to be a constraint of both raptures and predicaments. 

Where's the Innocence. 

I couldn't drink my problems away the bitter taste was too binding. 
I couldn't pop pills my problems away, I'm still scared of dying. 
I couldn't cut my problems away for fear of guilt tomorrow. 
I couldn't do anything to keep my problems at bay so tears will play my sorrow.

 

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FORLORN HEART

We grew in love in our lost lives,
perplexed with such fondness. 
mistreatment took our affections. 
Slowly drained did we become.
Persistence of the unloved our hearts try to love.

Unraveling

Dear..... sigh*