Wishful Thinking.

I wish one day
That someone would be happy to see me
they didn't know me beforehad
Or knew of me
They'd smile & lightly shake my hand
We'd sit in a cafe & tell stories
Laugh at one another in between sips
And from those sips our lips would be wet
And from forth they'd speak some craziness
and that someone would understand it
And not tell me its corny, or that I'm crazy
Or shake their head
Hopefully that someone would agree or smirk
and say they know what I meant

I wish one day
Those who knew me forgot
Couldn't remember me from any other face
Couldn't hear my laugh or notice my smile
Distinguish the Z in my name from an S
that they are used to
It would be nice to if when I walked into a room
All heads looked down
Like saying a prayer
And I'd close my eyes
and when opened, they were gone
Or either it was me who disappeared
Lost in some memory of theirs
and only appeared when they heard a familiar laugh
or saw a familiar smile
Which caused them to laugh to themselves
or smile at something that wasn't looking back at them
Realizing that they are the ones who are crazy

Love Poem.

You have left my proportions
Unproportioned
You untied
My tied shoelaces
You broke
The unbreakable hold
To unmold
A new mold
In which you tied
Your broken string
To her broken heart

Yea. That's Me.

Self-Portrait 2007.

Guess Who's Bizzack.

Well hey people. Midterm week is finally over. Photography midterm critique is finished. Work @ the UGG has been slow. So, I guess I have finally found some time to get back on here and write and post some work of mine and others. Too bad my scanner is tweakin' or I would post my black & white prints, but hopefully it will be working this week because I need to burn a CD for my professor anyways. It feels good to be able to breathe.

I was Bored.

So bored during my break in school. None of my G's are here today, so I'm stuck writing in my sidekick and drinking cranberry juice [yummers]. But as a result of my boredom & loneliness, I concocted up this doozy. Untitled.


My minds numb playing tricks in a padded room
So I bounce ideas off the wall
There's no way out this place, at least anytime soon
So I stand upon my dreams & desires 'til I'm 8 ft. tall
So I can peak throught the little window they providing in this quilted cell
Like a bride I'm engaged to misery but at the wedding I jilted hell
So he comes back to visit and leaves gifts in front of my door
I didnt think you could hold tear in a gift box
Or sprinkle fears like roses on the cold white floor
My hands tied behind my back, my mind tied into a maze
I lay my head on the pillows that cover these walls...


yea its unfinished because I got hungry and went to the Caf lol. SORRY. If I get inspired on my way to the Village I'll finish it. If not, then another one bites the dust.

Sorries.

Hey, I've been pretty caught up with photography, finishing some sketches, regular schoolwork & work period. Much apologies to my 3 lonesome followers [lol] who have been probably wondering where is new material. Too much going on right now to find time to blog but I had a two hour break today in between writing class & American painting art history class to come and write on this nasty joint. Hopefully I'll have some of my photography loaded on my dad's laptop to post up here, along with some new writings. Thanks for actually giving a damn. I'LL BRB SOON! I PROMISE!

XOXO,
Jaz

L'Arte di Mia

BabyFace. 2004.

Inspired by my baby picture. Inspired by the hands of my mom.