My Art: Trouble

My #Art: Trouble#Watercolor on paper

  
Everybody called her trouble,

Except for him.

He called her beautiful.

My Art and Poem: Falling

  

My #Artwork & Poem: Falling

#Charcoal
You’re right, love scares me. 

How can it not? 

You open up your soul to a newfound stranger, 

without knowing what tomorrow will bring. 
Yes, that’s what scares me most of all. 

The vulnerability it brings.

Setting your soul free, 

letting your heart fall, 

letting yourself go, 

little by little. 
I’ve never quite found a feeling as scary as that. 

Then & Always

I dreamt about you again.

I called out your name,

begging you to stay.

I felt defeated, my screams unheard.

You left, you had to, and I on the floor

Tears falling, heart empty, had to face

Your absence yet again.

 

It’s always the same story.

I’m in trouble,

I see you,

I scream for you.

You seem so near,

But I can never have you back

Like I used to,

I could never hug you,

I could never talk to you…

 

You are gone.

 

You come in my dreams now,

Like you did when you were around.

You’d walk into my room

And smile from ear to ear

Hello my dear Jamie,

Hello my dear child.

 

You were the kindest soul in my life,

The hero I have come to know.

 

The day you left us,

My world, our world, fell apart

 

It’s never been the same.

 

You were the kindest soul in my life,

The hero I have come to know.

 

You had the biggest heart.

I still think about you…

 

I love you, Lolo.

Then and always.

 

  

 

Painting and Poem: Chaos

I felt him sneak into my life, like sunlight slowly invading the room on early mornings. But the sunset came, just like any other day…and the sun, and him, were gone before I knew it.

Chaos – Poem and Painting by Jcaf

Painting and Poem: You’re Out There

Painting and Poem: You’re Out There

I feel you’re out there,
Like a country I’ve long dreamed of visiting;
Of which, I’ve collected a thousand beautiful pictures;
Of which, I daydreamed of spending late afternoons, chasing sunsets,
And evenings, watching stars.

I feel you’re out there, somehow, somewhere,
Waiting, just waiting,
To be found.

-Jcaf

Painting:
Watercolor on Watercolor Paper

Poetry and Painting: Nothing & Perfect Little Girl

Painting: Perfect Little Girl

Nothing

Transient feelings.
Explosive, real.
Beautiful,
Ephemeral.

You, me,
Us.

One after another,
A rampage;
In search of you,
The feeling,
The taste,
Of you, me,
Us.

Nothing feels the
same.
Nothing tastes as
good
No one can be
you.

Transient feelings,
Floating, searching,
Looking, waiting…

That night, those months,
Your words, my words,
Love.

Transient feelings,
Unreal, staged, empty,
A rampage,
One after the other…
In search of you.

Poem: Nothing – Jcaf

My Art: Gretta

Gretta, 8/23/14
Watercolor

My Artwork: Patricia

Not completely done yet, but here’s my #artwork for the day.

Patricia, 8/13/2014.
Oil Color on Canvas

I choose to believe you’re out there
Waiting for me to be strong
I choose to believe you’re watching
Whispering carry on
I choose to believe you’re with me
Every minute of the day
Dear sister up in heaven
Sending my love your way…

When Love Arrives by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye

This is adorable! I just can’t help but share…

When Love Arrives by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye

I knew exactly what love looked like – in seventh grade

Even though I hadn’t met love yet, if love had wandered into my homeroom, I would’ve recognized him at first glance. Love wore a hemp necklace.
I would’ve recognized her at first glance, love wore a tight french braid.
Love played acoustic guitar and knew all my favorite Beatles songs.
Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me.
And I knew, I just must be searching the wrong classrooms, just must be checking the wrong hallways, she was there, I was sure of it.
If only I could find him.

But when love finally showed up, she had a bow cut.
He wore the same clothes every day for a week.
Love hated the bus.
Love didn’t know anything about The Beatles.
Instead, every time I try to kiss love, our teeth got in the way.
Love became the reason I lied to my parents. I’m going to- Ben’s house.
Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor, but made sure we never missed a slow song.
Love waited by the phone because she knew if her father picked up it would be: “Hello? Hello? I guess they hung up.”

And love grew, stretched like a trampoline.
Love changed. Love disappeared,
Slowly, like baby teeth, losing parts of me I thought I needed.
Love vanished like an amateur magician, and everyone could see the trapdoor but me.
Like a flat tire, there were other places I planned on going, but my plans didn’t matter.
Love stayed away for years, and when love finally reappeared, I barely recognized him.
Love smelt different now, had darker eyes, a broader back, love came with freckles I didn’t recognize.
New birthmarks, a softer voice.
Now there were new sleeping patterns, new favorite books.
Love had songs that reminded him of someone else, songs love didn’t like to listen to. So did I.

But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly
We found jokes that make us laugh.
And now, love makes me fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies.
But love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack.
Love looks great in lingerie but still likes to wear her retainer.
Love is a terrible driver, but a great navigator.
Love knows where she’s going, it just might take her two hours longer than she planned.
Love is messier now, not as simple.
Love uses the words “boobs” in front of my parents.
Love chews too loud.
Love leaves the cap off the toothpaste.
Love uses smiley faces in her text messages.
And turns out, love shits!

But love also cries.
And love will tell you you are beautiful and mean it, over and over again. “You are beautiful.”
When you first wake up, “you are beautiful.”
When you’ve just been crying, “you are beautiful.”
When you don’t want to hear it, “you are beautiful.”
When you don’t believe it, “you are beautiful.”
When nobody else will tell you, “you are beautiful.”
Love still thinks you are beautiful.
But love is not perfect and will sometimes forget, when you need to hear it most, you are beautiful, do not forget this.

Love is not who you were expecting, love is not who you can predict.
Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep;
You are in California, Australia, wide awake.
Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone.
Maybe love is not ready for you.
Maybe you are not ready for love.
Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type.
Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce, love is older now, but just as beautiful as you remembered.
Maybe love is only there for a month.
Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit.
Maybe love stays- maybe love can’t.
Maybe love shouldn’t.

Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to,
And love leaves exactly when love must.
When love arrives, say, “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.”
If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her.
Turn off the music, listen to the quiet, whisper,
“Thank you for stopping by.”

Maybe love stays, maybe love can’t. Love arrives exactly when it’s supposed to and love leaves exactly when love must.

Although masked in cuteness, this poem speaks the truth about love. Love is never what we expect it to be. Love is often surprising, captivating, draining-at times, exhilarating, and passionate.

Love takes over our lives and helps us see a more beautiful world. Sometimes it lasts, sometimes it doesn’t. But I love how this poem ends. If love ends, keep the door open and be ready to heal first and love again eventually.

The world, I believe, can never run out of love. I’ve seen it happen when my mom found love in her forties. I’ve seen it happen when I’ve fallen in love, and out, and in again…and again…and again.

Though we feel, after every heartbreak, that our poor hearts can’t take anymore, we are proven wrong when we feel it skip a beat once again for someone new.

No matter what the circumstances, love, in conclusion, is oh-so-beautiful.

And I, my friends, will forever welcome it again and again and again…until I don’t have to bid farewell anymore…until I find the perso

Stef+Naomi Photography: Sunbeams and You

Flowers in her hair,
Eyes closed.
Endless dreams,
Mind wandering.
Alive,
And truthful…

She dreams.

-Jcaf
(Moi 😉 )

Photography by Stef + Naomi Photography
Hair and Make up by Alain Adeva