Them Damnsels
Self-expression before self-preservation. That's what these photos are all about. Oh, and about the two incorrigible women shooting them too.
Project: Blue
Captured by the blues.
My heart ripped through, all red robbed, all emotion drained. My soul stripped of its white, my window barred from the Sun’s yellow. My eyes no longer find the greens beyond my territory. My cheeks losing their usual pink glow.
All I’m left with is blue. The color of eternal disdain, regret and disappointment.
#blue #clothes #limeice #photos #words #handcuffs
Project: Blue
No one talks about the blues.
They play them.
They wax lyrical about them, they make hearts shed tears that blaze trails down pale cheeks.
But nobody talks about the blues.
They are always sung as a song, written as a searing stanza, put together in a perfect poem, or punctuated with breaks in a heartbreaking haiku.
The blues are always a basic outburst rendered art.
No one speaks about the blues. They play about them.
Or if they’re me, click a photo all ‘bout them.
#Phyrodite #blue #clothes #poems #photos #guitars
