Artistic Photos - by a friend
So, my friend is doing a photography course, having discovered he has a 'very' natural talent for it. One hopes he will do great things.
I have posed for some shots over time, here are a few. I think they are worth adding to my creative blog - as they are creative, and I am the subject.
If you would like to see more of his photos -
go here.
Postsecret Pick
Poems - A poem with no name
I'd like to take you for a walk
At night when the moon is out
And in the darkness open your eyes
To explain what life is about
Sit with me underneath the stars
A blanket woven in light
We won't keep warm but the cold will cause
Our arms to hug each other tight
I'd like to slumber in this sea
To fall in apathy
But oh my bones feel so heavy
And my mind fails to pull free
Ive cried so many times before
Ive drunk too much to see
If only to expell the thoughts
The pain inside of me
I care no more for your deceit
But for your memory
Has broken all sweet dreams
That I kept for me
Inside my mind
Forever your torment burns
I see those eyes, where tears do swell
And feel the pain, that I did tell
Dispose of past
All memory
Oh please dispose of me
I cannot stand to reminisce
I cannot stand to be
So walk with me under the stars
Lets walk alone tonight
I'll hold you forever in my arms
And close our eyes to the light.
By Hilary
Love Poems - Fire
Your lips so soft,
Your eyes reflecting mine
That on your sweet kisses
Tonight I wish to dine.
I wonder what has brought you here
To find me at this time
When finally I feel as if
My life is truly mine
That tender flesh that once did burn
Of ivory so clear
With scars that you wish to hide
That make me pull you near
You long to play the part
To talk and follow suit
But behind the curtain
There is some different proof
In the writer and the muse
There is more than meets the eye
For underneath the surface
There is much to be decried
But I hope we meet the mark
And fuel this fervent spark
Of lovers burning fire
Where I find desire
Sweet dreams and fantasies
That made others shake
In you I feel the opportunity
Of reality to make
So hold me close and be true
Lets enjoy each day
And in the night we find
Our guiding light
Of passion while we play.
By Hilary Wheaton
Love Poems - Poetry
You still inspire me to write poems,
Though the time has passed for romance and love.
Often I wish to pour, emotion, frustration,
Words longed to say,
Upon parchment
Ink flowing
But I just clench my fists and say
"No more"
For in those eyes,
You are a shell,
Of a man I once adored,
And I no longer wish to tell
The world
That love once lost
Should be abhorred.
But in private I might write
Lines to mark my heart
The mind still plays
With thoughts that you
May redeem one heart
But I know
A spark has faded
Has forever died
And I am all the more content
To fall in love
With sweet thoughts, eyes
And smile
Of the others that fulfill
All that lacked before
But I know they never will
Fix what I abhor.
By Hilary Wheaton
Love Poems - Stars
Celestial Bodies
At times
Align, collide
Provide mere mortals
With paths
For our lives
Stars assign
A fate
So that I may
Make, the most
Of my time
Day by day
On this, small planet
But stars will
Part,
Mere mortals
Hearts
When drawn together
Is an ill fated sign
As star crossed lovers
In history pay testament
To heartache or death
Passion may lead
But would we choose
To meet under foreign skies
Forgo the pain that from
Great love, arise?
For the stars make us both
Enable our hearts
Draw us together
Yet pull us apart
In your eyes alone
Do I see my desires
Do I find my passions burn
That parted by stars
For you I still yearn
So celestial orbs
Put forward your might
For lovers take heart
And dare still to fight
In hope and in passion
That ill fated night
May be overcome
And make their love right.
By Hilary Wheaton
Poems - Words
They say that "Words will never hurt me" But I doubt For words can wound me In a way That violence could not dare To boast Often words can cut Like glass shards Across my skin Like fingers down A chalkboard They make ears bleed With the din And oft I long to hear Sweet words on offer From you A symbol after all That you may Still care But absence Silence Strikes a chord No sound shot Like an arrow To pierce my ear Oh, and words decieve As I remember Whispered clear Your promises Now lay broken Shattered my heart Symbols all They are Drawn, designed Delivered Like "Letters" All they announce Is of a silent war Between head and heart Abandon arms For I will talk no more. By Hilary Wheaton
Love Poems - Short - Memory
In front of flying daggers Eyes sat and stared Transfixed and unprepared For hearts to be hesitant Baited breath, I sat and waited Knowed not how to show Hands unfolded Tempted, stated intent And then you held them Read my mind For I loved you Glorious moment Fingers went numb But I would not have took them Hold me longer, clasp again.
By Hilary Wheaton
Love Poems - ill
Behind the curtain
Behind the stars
Behind the screen
Behind the glitter
Under the snow
There we find things
Best left unseen
That others may know
But it would be best if they
Don't show
Even now,
So long ago, I regret
That I asked and pulled back
The curtain
Unmasked
Something ugly
Oh my heart bleeds
Every moment, every second
When I remember the sickness
A body laid waste
When I heard those words
You spoke
But I didn't have to search
No I dared not look
But every trail
Leads back to those three
You took
A lie you told
Maybe to prevent my pain
But when I look
Into those eyes
I wonder
Which man you really are?
And now
All promises are broken
You are more lost than saved
More wicked then depraved
For letting me suffer
A lost idol, a lost heart
I am sickened
To know so many have taken pleasure
In you
And that sweet intimacy
Is lost
And now heart and mind
Has followed body
Abandon post
Fail to respond
No words exchanged
Softly spoken
I want to hear
I want to speak
To whisper to you
While you are near
Hear promises longed to keep
But mind
Body
Heart
Lies with another
And I am sick
That snow hides mud
And behind the curtain
The mighty Wizard
Was only a man
Who failed to catch
My star
When it fell.
By Hilary Wheaton
Poems - Seven Divine Virtues - Frenum (Abstinence) (I)
A body to go hungry
A body to be denied
Each night still lasts the longest
For those that fail to satisfy
I bestow, award
Some value
To that which
I deny
But to indulge
Just steals
That for which
I try
Pure,
Untouched virgin
This body is a gift
Received, delivered
Sealed and stamped
With your kiss
A seal that shall be broken
By you
By one, alone
Receiving all as token
That in return
It's you I wish to own
Two bodies denied
Sweeter, valued
When at last they are
Devoured
For each share
'Break bread'
And wittness that first
Experience
In another
That is sacred
Abstinence
Thou art, a truly indulgent gift
For in your virtue alone
Lies the power
To make bread
Glorious to devour
And shared with those I love
The gratest gift instead.
By Hilary Wheaton
Poems - Elucidate
There is a space A sea of time and memory Between you and me We may have reached utopia This is our 'no place' I've tried so hard And played your tunes Watched you in the dark Yet I still cannot discern What is hidden in your heart Have you truly forgotten The magic, the moment The flutter of the heart Or the joy of playing The perfect role To you I gave the 'mentor' part I wonder Is it of no comfort to see So much of you, inside of me To share, to love To be Each takes All parts of me Once, I held you in my arms Heard confessions, gave you charms You opened your soul In private, in trust But now, as cold as stone I cannot truly say I know you Frustration, Array I'm all at a loss Never knew the price I had to pay If only I could understand The thoughts and feelings That flow through your mind and heart Each day, and never planned Maybe I would be content To hear you simply say; "I still think of you Each minute, each moment Day by day."
By Hilary Wheaton
Poems - Seven Deadly Sins - Invidia (Envy)
Envy is a worm
Nestled in my brain
An ever present burning
That drives me insane
One cannot be content
Nor have peace of mind
When all the while
This worm, it burrows
Reminds me what's not mine
It coils, thin, convulsing body
Squeezes anger
But lacking hate
Offers little satisfaction
In any step I choose to take
Envy is a maggot
Swallowed,
Whole and plump
Seething in my stomach
Delights that I intake
The taste of sweet success
Or happiness,
Suffers to turn bitter
Fester, absess
Blind devouring creature
Cannot truly discern
What serves to feed it
Or for what I yearn
Envy is a foreign curse
Inflicted on the body
But no simple cause or cure
Can be remedied
The eyes, the heart, my ears detect
Will hurt, despise, repent, regret
And suffer to endure
As envy gains its daily bread
Envy,
If you have my heart's desire
If I am to be denied
Envy,
Be my supper
But only til
I am fulfilled
And truly satisfied.
By Hilary Wheaton
Love Poems - Gentle Heart
Dear heart you are my comfort In you alone I share A little joy and happiness In moments of despair Your soft and gentle nature In me often stirs Moments of reproach Or sweet kisses for your face In others I have seen The mirror held up to me They share my many flaws That oft we end in claws But you alone I wonder How one comes to be Like a child in this world I find it hard to believe Frustration that you do not see Or feel the flaws In me And often I am left to wonder What us two can be Do you deserve a simple soul No torment underneath Who can share in all your joys And drink to health and happiness? Naïve at times you be I doubt you think I am all I only offer something that You have not felt before But we spend a time in passing Warm our souls in winters midst And passionate fire shall not consume Us while we rest I’ll show you the way I lost I will not charge you any cost But you choose to pay my fee I wonder are you buying me Or selling into slavery? I hope I keep you safe Safe from misery But only time will tell And I fear the cost Will always be with me.
Love Poems - Old Shirt
This tattered warn out relic A faded copy of the new Used to be the memory Of you In absence Or for comfort It was a part of you Tactile, emotions offered In touch, and smell Sweet dreams I often had The product of this offering Though twas requested I’ll indulge fantasy and love Smell The oft forgotten sense Til we are disgusted Serves for babies and mothers A scent of love and trust I’ll endeavour to remember To use this gift And smell shall serve to offer me You, yes you And memories shall come flooding Of sweet embraces numbered Because this sense In isolation will not serve But is in tune with heart and mind Though, this remanent grew ill favour Of that there is a little doubt Was discarded by the wayside With pictures, Was thrown out In hopes the mind and heart Would follow suit And stop Those memories from Reforming And cease this torture evermore.
By Hilary Wheaton
Love Poems - Time and Space
My love
I used to hear your voice
Loving, sensual, stern
Indignant
Flowing waves
Fluctuate
Shiver, vibrate
From lips
To delicate ears
But sound
Can only travel so far
Only masters
A little space
When words are spoken
Like those we shared
The space between us
Alas time
Time separates
Places insurmountable
Distance
Between us
But what time,
What space thus
Separates, divides
Two lovers
Who once held so close
Each heart
That time and space
Did divide and separate
For them?
But this lover
Won't be divided
Except by love
When he fails to
Ease her heart
Or make her soul complete
The voice
Was found
Captured
Imprisoned in time
A small capsule
Tamed to perform
This disembodied voice
May serve only to remind
Of all that was left behind
What was once melodic tones
Is now naught
But static and discord
And for you
A white box
Captured fleeting words
On a dark night
When bodies lay close
And stomachs, hearts
Had not gone hungry
But indulged
Sinned and repent
Both
Voice and heart
Thought time and space
Could be decieved
Would suffer defeat
Alas
A voice of love
Now disembodied
Dis-attached
Devoid of emotion
For one that listens
Serves only to hurt
Wrench from the heart
Memories of time and space
And the fact that two
Once one
Are torn apart.
By Hilary Wheaton
