poetry by Xristina
I have noticed what you took.
I live on what you have left.
Latest
musculinity
Poetry by XRISTINA.
Aggressive, strong, and very stupid.
Angry violent warrior willing to die over and over in complete unawareness.
Holding on for dear life by the thread of the manhood.
Grinding, cutting, sawing, nailing.
Injecting steel silver deep in its trunk.
Or spiraling steel screwing between the fibers.
But still.
true colors
The green-eyed monster pieced me through.
It was like punching my black and blue.
My face lost its red hue.
The rose-colored glasses were wet with dew.
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Time
Waxing and waning of the moon is passing by.
Consciousness is imprisoned by daily memory.
Endless march to the door of time.
Hunting and gathering the moments of love.
Continuation of the dreams never seen.
The question was answered from birth.
Your time will be up.
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Pinhole photography
the depths
Poetry by XRISTINA.
I found the door of tears.
I went deep into the earth where I could hear the screams of the buried.
I burned orange and green.
My smoke whistling your name.
Pinhole photography
too bad, so sad
Pretending to be someone she is not.
Chasing something she can’t have.
Stealing happiness that belongs to someone else.
Waiting someone in a wood that no one knows.
Black and White
My work is on the major photography magazines, Black and White, issue #95. Two of my work were selected for single image contest! Awesome!
