New Website, Tumblr, etc.For anyone who still follows me on deviantart, I'd appreciate you checking out my new website: www.josiefrances.comNew Website, Tumblr, etc. by blackdahlia911
It is my photography/art website for business.
I have also started up an art blog to go along with it on tumblr: josiefrances.tumblr.com
I posted some photos and a random poem just to get things started but I will post photos, writing, and paintings regularly if you are interested in following
StrippedWhen stripped down to bone and blood vessels, what makes us different from anyone else? Maybe it was never the body that made the difference, but the soul that lie inside it. Today a helicopter crashed. Two died and one in critical condition. But what should that mean to those who never knew them? It has the possibility of meaning everything. The loss is sad, but shouldn't that inspire us to really live? I mean truly and passionately live. Death is unpredictable but imminent all the same. So when I hear the advice to take chances and to go after your dreams, no matter how huge, it makes me wonder why most of us do not. It also makes me question what they really mean. Is a life without risk and wonder not a full life lived? Or is it okay to find peace in the calm and watch as others brave the storm? Here I am with all of these questions and here we all are without answers. Maybe that's the point. Maybe we aren't supposed to know the reasons behind life, but rather we are supposed to ridStripped by blackdahlia911
A Journal Entry on Love and Sleep DisordersI have not written yet this year. I wonder sometimes if I am really alive. I am afraid of what I am because I do not know and not knowing makes me nervous. Anxious. Anxiety: a tight knot in the throat; a welling in the gut; a fast paced mind. My mind, my body. I know all of these aches so well they bring me comfort. I have been tired for so long that feeling awake feels extraordinary. My senses are heightened, I feel more, I cry because I find things beautiful, I get angry out of nowhere. But I do not mind, no I cannot mind for I'd rather feel everything intensely than not be able to feel anything at all. I was numb for so long that waking up has made every moment more passionate. I want my family and friends to understand how deeply I love them. I get overwhelmed by the intensity of love for my other half. There is a physical ache somewhere in my volcanic heart when I think of the way I love him. I could never have guessed this is what love would feel like in a waking mind. I would blA Journal Entry on Love and Sleep Disorders by blackdahlia911
RushI. Crisp,Rush by blackdahlia911
the way the lights come together,
though your lips part,
you make it easier to breathe when I can feel you exhale.
II. Blossoms on my forearms
and blood on my thighs,
when I see your soft smile
there is a welling beneath my ribs,
this sense of yearning where if honey were love,
I'd want to drowned you in it,
let the syrup sink into your lungs so you could breathe in my love.
III. While I met you when I was asleep,
when I heard your heart beat, I never felt more awake,
and now it's more than that,
I am alive,
the fog has cleared,
my skin is raw,
and clarity has settled in.
IV. The emptiness,
the aching in my chest;
I lost them all upon finding you,
for loss breeds new beginnings
and though this is foreign,
it also feels fresh.
parenthesis1.parenthesis by chancerox
i didn’t realize that you were my sixth vertebrae
until i broke my
( i stepped through the cracks in the tunnel when you held my hand )
you skated out of the hospital like the ribbons
living in the edges of my eyelids -
i knew you were a dancer on the left stage of my Broadway
right around the streetlights in my ribcage.
i switched my veins for electricity and my eyes for strobe lights
letting the vibrations shatter my sweet bones.
( we drove that car down i-75 at breakneck )
you shivered into my skin like hyperactive meteors
& i thought i was your polish girl [stretched into your cosmos]
displaced echoes crackled in my eardrums and under my pinky toe
as Edison pulled the wires tight
and my veins ignited under your glow-in-the-dark smile.
( you were every photo on my camera)