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Borrowed Time an excerptfrom Borrowed Time: God's Watch and Sea, by AmberJoy LeonardBorrowed Time an excerpt
I have been to the edge of the cliff, the borrowed time cliff, the place where bargains are made with God. I pleaded my case, begged you might even say, for a deal I knew he would never cut. I have not been back, not ever again to that edge, where the water gleams and shines. Where the sun pours down warm golden rays that glint in your eye and remind you of sun bleached lavender from long ago. A place where the flowers are purple and the ice plant is tiny plump cushions for bare feet. A place with an edge, an edge of cliff, an edge of


My AffairI appreciate your willingness to forgive me and take me back, but I didnt sayMy Affair
I was coming back.
Im sorry I hurt you, broke all the promises encircling the third finger of my left hand,
but I don't need the excuses of hormones or mid-life; I knew
what I was doing.
Yes, hes gone. You tell me with pity that he made a fool of me,
but I see the
triumph in your eyes, the joy in my despair
that backlights your face, that justifies your exulting


Only MeSometimes it feels Like you need another To complete your heart and soul, But that ideaOnly Me
Is as black As coal.
Sometimes it feels Like the world would end If that special someone were just a friend.
Life goes on.
Who Thinks like I do? Who understands me like I do? Who loves like I do? Who lives like I do? The truth is, No one, Except maybe me.


Missing YouSitting among so many Their words slowly dissapear the coldness around me subsides my mind imagining you hereMissing You
Arms stop shaking from the cold lips parted in a tender smile heart no longer aching happiness has come for a little while
When my trance has ended reality sneaks cruelly inside words crashing down in a torrent without you here I abide
Missing you so strongly your words and touch I need most I breathe in the cold air around me reality is my unwelcome host
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| Photography that floors me |
| Art that inspires me |
| "It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are." -E.E. Cummings I use photography as a way of processing life. I search for inspiration or for my muse in my everyday life by pointing the camera at everyone I know and many I do not. I fancy real people, with flaws, and scars, and something to write about, people with passion, heartache, and longing. I'm not interested in the Hollywood, media pumped idea of beauty but real down deep beauty which I find most often in my friends. I revel in the love and trust they show me. Most of what I would call my art is intended for adults and is therefore so moderated. I am a dog trainer by day. I shoot everything I see, it is some sort of documentation of the time I spent on planet earth.... I struggle and overcome. I live life hard. This means: I sleep too little, eat too much and play too hard... but it could be worse. ________________________ Everything in my gallery is Copyright 1995-2009 AmberJoy Leonard DO NOT USE with out my written permission. |
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I never know what to write on my signature, ya know?
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teach me to sing and you teach me to breath
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Never explain--your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway.
-E. Hubbard 1856-1915
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~the world is my backyard~
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Never explain--your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway.
-E. Hubbard 1856-1915
Raw Em0tion [link]
PhotographersClub [link]
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Never explain--your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway.
-E. Hubbard 1856-1915
Raw Em0tion [link]
PhotographersClub [link]
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Why do you take it all?
Why do i beg for more?
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