Garden of Death by DoppiaC Timeless - Forgotten by DoppiaC
Winter Comes by Trente Precious Reflections by Trente
Lazy Sun by Trente Hyperbole by Trente
my eyes cannot seeI'm only human, I've got a skeleton in me --
call me a traitor, I'm just collecting your victims.
Make me a promise here tonight: love like a tidal wave.
I think that keeping this up could be dangerous,
and I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere.
I'll stop the whole world from turning into a monster
and eating us alive, but I'm not the villain,
despite what you're always preaching.
No escape from the truth and the weight of it all,
I am caught in the web of a lie.
Don't you ever wonder how we survive?
Well, now that you're gone, the world is ours.
Dreamless in early graves, I never want it to be this way.
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want,
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.
The chemicals will bring you home again --
you don't have to believe me,
but don't take too long;
I hear them calling,
and they're getting stronger.
My lungs gave out as I faced the crowd,
and this is my reaction to everything I fear,
'cause I've been going crazy.
Fourth Featuring 2014Hi all, and everyone.
The fourth one, that I took time to assemble, but
still not convinced of the story I wanted to tell...
Something about... Whatever places on Earth we can be,
there is a light out there, and in every eyes we meet
It is still, and have to say I took the habit now,
a great emotion and pleasure to do these featurings,
first because I modestly think they deserve a DD,
but moreover it is all about a question of sharing:
my vision of your work
and sharing with all of you,
the artworks and shoots you made,
A bit of friendship, a bit of community, the love of photography.
Hope you'll enjoy.
in Appleton, Wisconsin, there is a boy named Cael
who dreams of Copenhagen and draws demonic flamingo.
his spine is curled the wrong way from countless years of binding.
his parents do not approve of his gender. he loves them anyway.
in Bay Village, Ohio, there is a girl named Roxy
who sleeps with her eyes open. her dreams climb
up her purple bedroom walls and sprinkle into her hair
as she watches, wide-eyed. she smiles like sunshine.
in Salem, Oregon, there is a boy named Andrew
who writes poetry about the laws of physics.
he is going to college to learn how to be a professional.
he has ramen-noodle hair and soup in his veins.
he told me once that sometimes, love can swallow you.
in Farmington Hills, Michigan, there is a boy named Jordan
with big hands and a smile that makes him look 6 years old.
his favorite word is cumbersome because he likes the way it rolls.
he kisses like a firework and hugs like a fireman.
i look for him in everyone.
in Pawtucket, Rho