http://loving-death.artician.com/portfolio/ loving-death's Portfolio on Artician en-us Copyright 2009, Artician LLC Sun, 22 Nov 2009 02:31:54 -0500 Artician http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.artician.com/images/default/feed.jpg http://loving-death.artician.com/portfolio/Message-Me-In-The-Dark/ http://loving-death.artician.com/portfolio/Message-Me-In-The-Dark/ Mon, 04 May 2009 18:08:47 -0400 Message Me In The Dark Sighing heavily, the man drew his over coat collar above his ear, shivering. He shook his shoes off and thawed them by the heater, the warm room melting the cold away slowly.
It was just another business trip; all the way in New York in the middle of winter. And for a Floridian such as himself, he was having a difficult time adapting to such climate.
Looking around his apartment, his tired eyes scanned the chipping white paint painted sloppily on the walls, the ice cold tile floors, the broken lights that left him in the dark, the ripped fabric on the very couch he was sitting on. Slowly, he stood up and took off his mittens and all of his coats. When he was just left in his work pants and T-shirt on, he sat back down, feet and hands reaching out for the small source of heat, begging for attention.
His cell phone--the same one that he had forgotten to take to work in his haste to not be late--lit up brightly, vibrating.
Raising a brow, he slowly picked up the small device. It was cold against his finger tips, sending a small chill down his spine.
'7 New Messages' it said.
Clicking the green button, he scanned the number; all of them were from his wife. He shook his head; he was sick and tired of her yelling at him through the phone to get a better job, to stop going off and leaving her alone, only to bring home the smallest amounts of money.
Reluctantly, he looked through them.
The first 5, was what he had expected. 'Get a better job.' and 'I'm sick and tired of this.' and 'Start being a man and support your wife.'
The 6th one, however, was different. It said, 'I love you, honey." This shocked him. No, it wasn't as if she had never said those words to him; she would say it almost every night before they go to bed.
But the next one, was the one that surprised him the most. 'please, come home...'
The man leaned back, and thought deeply to himself. 'please come home...' She had never said that to him. Ever. Why would she want him home? Didn't she want him to make money? To support her? He shook his head.
And hit the 'Delete' button.]]> message me in the dark nonadult Image/Photography loving-death http://uc.artician.com/members/1/4/14932/avatar.jpg Copyright 2009 loving-death http://loving-death.artician.com/portfolio/Touching-The-Earth-2/ http://loving-death.artician.com/portfolio/Touching-The-Earth-2/ Sun, 03 May 2009 23:12:16 -0400 Touching The Earth 2 When the sky
Touches the earth
You know he is there.]]> touching the earth nonadult Image/Photography loving-death http://uc.artician.com/members/1/4/14932/avatar.jpg Copyright 2009 loving-death http://loving-death.artician.com/portfolio/Touching-The-Earth/ http://loving-death.artician.com/portfolio/Touching-The-Earth/ Sun, 03 May 2009 23:11:32 -0400 Touching The Earth When the sky
Touches the earth,
You know he is there.]]> touching the earth nonadult Image/Photography loving-death http://uc.artician.com/members/1/4/14932/avatar.jpg Copyright 2009 loving-death http://loving-death.artician.com/portfolio/Searching/ http://loving-death.artician.com/portfolio/Searching/ Sun, 03 May 2009 23:10:18 -0400 Searching... For the place I call
Home....
And the one I can call
Mine.]]> searching home mine nonadult Image/Photography loving-death http://uc.artician.com/members/1/4/14932/avatar.jpg Copyright 2009 loving-death http://loving-death.artician.com/portfolio/Skillful-Hand/ http://loving-death.artician.com/portfolio/Skillful-Hand/ Sun, 03 May 2009 23:09:05 -0400 Skillful Hand "Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything..."
"Straylight Run" - Existentialism On Prom Night"]]> skillful hand nonadult Image/Photography loving-death http://uc.artician.com/members/1/4/14932/avatar.jpg Copyright 2009 loving-death http://loving-death.artician.com/portfolio/Exit-The-Fall/ http://loving-death.artician.com/portfolio/Exit-The-Fall/ Sun, 03 May 2009 23:06:55 -0400 Exit The Fall "And now its over
You are learning its all
Before
Your heart..."
"Fearless" - Falling Up]]> nonadult Image/Photography loving-death http://uc.artician.com/members/1/4/14932/avatar.jpg Copyright 2009 loving-death http://loving-death.artician.com/portfolio/Memories-That-Fade-Like-Photographs/ http://loving-death.artician.com/portfolio/Memories-That-Fade-Like-Photographs/ Sun, 03 May 2009 23:04:47 -0400 Memories That Fade Like Photographs "Your love is the barrel of a gun
So tell me, am I on the right end?
I could be nothing but a memory to you
Don't let this memory fade away"
"Memories That Fade Like Photographs" - All Time Low]]> nonadult Image/Photography loving-death http://uc.artician.com/members/1/4/14932/avatar.jpg Copyright 2009 loving-death http://loving-death.artician.com/portfolio/I-Never-Stopped-Loving-You/ http://loving-death.artician.com/portfolio/I-Never-Stopped-Loving-You/ Sun, 03 May 2009 23:02:24 -0400 I Never Stopped Loving You... And I'll never stop, not even when I'm long gone, and hell freezes over. Not even when the earth becomes the sky, or when the earth crumbles away.
My love is forever.
My love is for you.]]> i never stopped loving you nonadult Image/Photography loving-death http://uc.artician.com/members/1/4/14932/avatar.jpg Copyright 2009 loving-death http://loving-death.artician.com/portfolio/Yesterdays-Ashes/ http://loving-death.artician.com/portfolio/Yesterdays-Ashes/ Sun, 03 May 2009 22:59:50 -0400 Yesterdays Ashes "They are all thats left
Of the burned
Ragged body.
The shell,
Of what I used to be..."]]> yesterdays ashes nonadult Image/Photography loving-death http://uc.artician.com/members/1/4/14932/avatar.jpg Copyright 2009 loving-death http://loving-death.artician.com/portfolio/What-Is-Love/ http://loving-death.artician.com/portfolio/What-Is-Love/ Sun, 03 May 2009 14:33:34 -0400 What Is Love? "The man smirked to himself. This was perfect. He'd finally be able to catch his student's interest in Communication Skills. It sounded like a simple question, really. But a question such as 'What is love?' can boggle the mind, leave anyone, young or old, lost for words. It seemed easy; only three little words. But once his students started working, the cogs turning, he could tell that this was harder for them than they had thought.
But for once, the entire high school classroom at the end of the hall, was silent--filled with thought and wonder.
One by one, his small class --about only 10 or so people--got up from the seats, a victorious smile plastered to their face, and stuck their little post-it note under the scrap sheet of paper hanging from above, the question scrawled across it.
Even after almost every student was done, the room was silent. No one spoke a word; the mystery and magic still wafted in the air, filling their noses and tingling their senses.
The final bell rang, and just as fast as the wonder came, it left, clinging to the student's book bags as they rushed out the door.
Chuckling lowly, the teacher smiled as he looked over at the post-it notes sticking to the wall. His eyes scanned over every sticky note; his smile vanished.
There was 'Happiness' and 'heart warming' and even 'A DRUG(:'. But there was one, in the very center, written in blood red colored pencil; it had been the last student to get up and stick it on there. He remembered that the young teenage girl had tried to use the other students post-it notes to her advantage to hold down all the loose corners, so that they wouldn't go flying.
'What is love?' he had asked, and she had answered.
"PAIN"...."]]> what is love pain nonadult Image/Photography loving-death http://uc.artician.com/members/1/4/14932/avatar.jpg Copyright 2009 loving-death