I really enjoy people photography – I feel that there are many people who never feel appreciated. Many never get a chance to love themselves because they are always so obsessed in perfecting themselves. I like immortalising moments where people feel comfortable and confident – or even if they’re deep in thought – I want them to see the beauty I see in them. Everyone who exists matters.
I’ve always loved taking pictures of gorgeous buildings and pretty skies and everyday things. Here is a compilation of 17 of my favourite ways to see the city – through the lens of my cameras.
i hate the way
lipgloss sticks onto my hair
when the wind
whistles by
i hate the way lip gloss smells
like plastic
or fake fruit
or flowery notes
i hate how lip gloss tastes
like broken promises
and deceitful kisses
but most of all
i hate how
you kissed a girl with red lipstick
because you hated the way
my lip gloss tasted
i woke up to the warmth
of a slept-in bed
where the birds sing
and the sun peeked
through the blinds
but life is not
a bed of roses
it’s cold
and hot
and everything in-between
i kept warm with rivers
flooding my cheeks
i woke up to an empty house
light-headed
puffy-eyed
tear stained cheeks
but when you hold me
everything feels right
i’m warm and fuzzy
and in that moment
i’m fine
but life is not
a bed of roses
we fall out
we make up
we bite our tongue
we weep
tell me it’s going to be alright
i won’t believe you
i won’t listen
then you kiss me
and deep down
i know you’re right
life is not
a bed of roses
but it’ll be
a warmer place
with you
maybe we weren’t meant to be.
and when the clock strikes twelve on a rainy afternoon
maybe i wouldn’t be
strong and steadfast
holding on tight
to you
and all your little idiosyncrasies
maybe the time we spent
was better off
together but apart
lips interlocked, hearts not
even as our lungs cry out
for the same air
maybe from the start
you and i
were never meant to be
oh darlin wont you look at me the way you look at the stars
and tell me would you travel to mars
to count the twinkling lights and
the sparkle in my eyes
tell me how vast
is this universe
the stars sing of light
the sun waves hello
the moon blows a kiss
as you and i shall be
two stars converging on a lonely night
burning passion
of hydrogen and helium
rocking our cores
tell me
how do the oceans meet?
do they wave hello (like the sun)?
do they kiss the shores to make
their lovers jealous?
how deep are the oceans?
deeper than the core of my ability
to love
deeper than the depths
of heaven and earth
deeper than the moans
and groans
of monday mornings
where the stars meet
where the sun and moon meet
where the oceans meet
my lips met yours.
