Stripped to the Bone

Skelleton, or in some cases Skellevision, a starving artist: Photography, sculpture, poetry.

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Nikon D90
Nikkor 105mm f/2.8G
Nikkor 50mm f/1.4
Rokinon 8m f/3.5
Nikon Speedlight SB-600

This is an art blog, solely run by me, with the intention of inspiring, motivating, and promoting, artists, and art enthusiasts. I give credit where it is due, and I like to link portfolios to my posts whenever possible. If you stumble upon a post without a name and/or portfolio attached it is because I did not know the information at the time. If you can help fix this issue, by all means message me the post link and the artist's name (and portfolio link if obtainable).

Keep touching lives and raping eyes, my little bone bags. ~Skelleton

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Fooled to Feel

Reality is a transient bolide

Long lost trail of a tide

Everything is no longer

A ripple in a desert mind

Wish upon a mortality

Life we had no hope to broach

Echos of terrible frailty

Shadows at the most

We were fooled to feel

For love a haunting ghost

(Source: skellevision)

Went to my aunt’s baby shower today. Family functions always make me uncomfortable, wine doesn’t! Here’s to looking at you. ;D

(Source: skellevision)

Light and Shadow

If I were your shadow I’d be a block ahead of you when the sun is highest in the sky. I’d be right behind you when you’re put on the spot. In the coldest and darkest places, I’d hold onto you tight, I’d never lose you. I’d shade your eyes from that which may overcome you. If I were your shadow I would smooth out the lines. I’d stand tall when you’re small. And when you shine the brightest, I’d step down and watch you in all of your luminous glory. You are my light, and without you I would not exist.

*This is not about love.

(Source: skellevision)

I just want some credit for the things I do, the things I stand for, the things I love. Is that so wrong?

I need something that is mine. Even this face isn’t mine. “You look just like your father!” “You know who you look like? Hilary Swank!”

I have nothing.

To The One That Can’t Let Me Go

I know I can’t run from you. You are eager to be with me, and I tease you on a daily basis. The truth is, I’m terrified of you. The thought of being with you shakes my very existence. The closer we come to one another, the more I resent you. Sometimes I can feel you looming over me, it keeps me still in bed. The more reckless I am, the more embracing I may seem to your charms, is the more devastated I feel trying to forget you. You are the hole in my heart that keeps others from staying warm. You are the ice in my veins. There were moments in my life where your silhouette could be seen in my eyes. I guess I lead you on, I was alone and I needed someone, you were always there. You’ve been patient with me, but I’m asking you, please release me from your shadow.