Black&Whites

American Girl

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90's Grunge (Bumble&Bumble)

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Hair: Kennie Johnson
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CHECK OUT THESE SHOTS THAT I WAS ABLE TO TAKE WHILE SHOOTING A SHORT..

 

NOT ONLY WAS JO KOY ONE OF THE FUNNIEST GUYS THAT I HAVE EVER MET, HE IS REALLY AN AWESOME GUY... I FELT LIKE FAMILY WHEN HE LET ME TAKE SOME BTS SHOTS OF HIM AT HIS SJ IMPROV SHOW! #MADREAL

 I WAS VERY BLESSED TO WORK WITH THIS MODEL ON A DARK BALLET INSPIRED SHOOT..

These are some shots I got form the Bon Qui Qui music video "I'M A CUT YOU" #HOOD #SETLIFE

The Story So Far

The story so far from coming to an end. So far in these nights I grow lonesome u laying next to me is what I have to pretend. So far in distance, yet so near to my heart; Intense beating in my chest the entire world hears it once it starts. So far and beyond you take my imagination; Imagining you being put together by God, as Gods greatest creation. So far, all these emotions that you have made me felt, you've made my body go numb, my heart you made melt. So far Love, you have taken me on a journey, so for our love there's no tell when it will end, seem like a pleasant eternity. This is what has been written about a dark knight looking up toward his glorious star, this is about us, our truth, & The Story So Far.

Yours Truly

For as long as I could remember since the earlier part in my life. Growing up with love stories playing all over movie screens, man loving woman asking for her to be his wife. So many fairy tales in a day that seems so far fetched, because this worlds definition of love has turn into something ugly, when was it switched. I could remember a time where girls trusted in their men, but now they can't trust each other but they continue on "happily", surely its pretend. When their stories they tell of commitment are so untrue, as the little ones watch on, in their future what will they do? People can't seem to realize that their action affect others. My pops cheating on my moms didn't hit me but it could have struck my brothers. So how am I to have faith in a thing called love? And I'm talking about the real type, not the kind where a dude saying he's a "player" and its in his blood. So many people in this age have watched their own hearts straight shatter, all because a selfish individual conceives an idea that another's love doesn't matters. So if people could juss wait for that truly special one rather then being played behind all closed doors. You wouldn't have a broken heart and seen that yours truly, was never truly yours!

Y.C.O. (You.Chose.Otherwise)

You had me at hello, but forever lost me at goodbye.. If I wasn't worth your time, why should you be worth my cry?

You lead me to believe that we would last forever, however, whenever push came to shove you were nowhere to be found.

So now that I've found my courage, my voice, I speak up when you come back. I say I love you but dignity is a quality you lack, for that fact, I'm fed up.

Fed up for living the lie that I so passionately desired, for that to become truth I would have willingly died.

But no, you said GO, pointed with your finger and I went, and as I did my soul wept. But even after walking a thousand miles away from you my heart u still kept.

But so pointless it was for being in your hands you were to careless, and I see now that I'm worth more than being with a person who could careless..

So with this said, you had your chance, had your opportunity of a life filled with romance.

But you chose otherwise, but I assure you old friends that choices you made was not wise!

Lonely Girl

Trails from tears running down her cheeks, looking out the window not knowing what she seeks. Tissues, balled up, scattered all across the cold hardwood floor. Love, breaking her heart with guys promising her more and more. Falling for their games that they play and tricks that they portray, thinking its them that she is falling for, little does she know she keeps knocking at the wrong door. But you can not find a single reason to blame her, that would juss add to all the other things that come up screaming to shame her. For defiled relations is all she has ever known. Since her earliest day she was taken advantage of at a trusted friends home. Started off as all simple games, then doors locked and she would have much rather gone insane. "Watch this movie," he tells her, "its what we adults do." To confused by the actions that have been made, he breaths heavily on her like a terrible hurricane, this is all to true. She watches on feeling that no other option can save her. Terrified, inside she's crying out for a savior as her pureness dissolves to ashes. Mother, Father, Brother, Sisters, come save me, I need you now, but to afraid that they treat her like trash. For months, this goes on with no one around her not knowing a single ounce of her pain. A smile is fiercely painted on her face, not wanting her family to get involved with this bitter taste. So she juss continues on looking for love, continues on yearning for anothers hug... But loneliness is all she ever found, stuck in her room with cold wooden floors, and silence is her only sound...

Lonely Girl

Trails from tears running down her cheeks, looking out the window not knowing what she seeks. Tissues, balled up, scattered all across the cold hardwood floor. Love, breaking her heart with guys promising her more and more. Falling for their games that they play and tricks that they portray, thinking its them that she is falling for, little does she know she keeps knocking at the wrong door. But you can not find a single reason to blame her, that would juss add to all the other things that come up screaming to shame her. For defiled relations is all she has ever known. Since her earliest day she was taken advantage of at a trusted friends home. Started off as all simple games, then doors locked and she would have much rather gone insane. "Watch this movie," he tells her, "its what we adults do." To confused by the actions that have been made, he breaths heavily on her like a terrible hurricane, this is all to true. She watches on feeling that no other option can save her. Terrified, inside she's crying out for a savior as her pureness dissolves to ashes. Mother, Father, Brother, Sisters, come save me, I need you now, but to afraid that they treat her like trash. For months, this goes on with no one around her not knowing a single ounce of her pain. A smile is fiercely painted on her face, not wanting her family to get involved with this bitter taste. So she juss continues on looking for love, continues on yearning for anothers hug... But loneliness is all she ever found, stuck in her room with cold wooden floors, and silence is her only sound...

Dear Rachel

Dear Rachel,
Daily I remember you telling me stories of your life while I would sit locked on to your every word as if I were watching it play out before me in a movie. I remember your loving voice and irreplaceable smile that was the light of my familys legacy. I remember smelling the aroma of your home cooked meals, remembering you making tortillas in my mothers kitchen with your apron filled with powder and masa. I remember me sitting on your lap as a kid while you rocked me back and forth until I fell asleep in you arm underneath your singing. I remember you watching your novelas and I would just sit with you not understanding a single word, I just remember wanting to be near you. I remember your skin as I would pinch it and watch as it slowly went back to its place. I remember when you would hand me money folded up as my mother wasn't looking with a smile on your face. I remember always feeling like you were the only person that truly understood me, remembering the feeling as if I were an outcast and you still took me in... All this I remember of you Rachel, and I want everyone to remember that I will never forget you.

Love,
Your Baby Grandson

Rooftop Romance

She whispers to me softly in my ear, with the smooth vibrations of her captivating voice, "Can I show you something cool?" She asked as I'm chivalrously holding her in the summers night. "Of course." I reply, as she leads me to the peak of her apartment building on the fourth floor. Unknowing to her that the site of being in a high place with no brace frightens me to the core. So as it is, I am with her and no longer have a single fear in my body for she has put me in a place of safety. She then takes me, intertwined by our hands to the edge of this build. Then stands in my arms as we look upon the city lights of the towering buildings. Wishing that this occasion would last an eternity beneath Gods stars, the moon reigns majestically throughout all of the City of Angels. The scent of her hair is still with me at this time, just thinking of the touch of her hands holding mine, warms my bodys flesh. "Isn't this beautiful?" She questions. As I answer yes, in my heart I am thinking that this glorious sight is not even a fraction of her beauty. She then turns to face me and suddenly I forget that the world exist around me as we gaze into one anothers eyes. Should we share a kiss? Yes, why shouldn't we? Total love is rushing all over my beingness as Gods angel is standing before me... But we don't. Not even a peck. Am I fool for letting her slip out of this moment? Perhaps, but as it may be, this eternity has come to just a few minutes in my life. As we take her elevator down back to the ground, we share what I know in my mind will be our last embrace. It kills me but this is how I know things will finally end for us on our journey. But I make sure that this hug is the best in my history, for I know she will forever be the biggest impact in my lifes story! This was my City of Angles Rooftop Romance!

SOMETHING FORBIDDEN

She smiles for him in the morning because her feelings demand to direct her action for her ashamed intention. She kisses him at noon for reasons that she must justifies sadly to herself in her own mind. She sleeps with him at night as he tells her he loves her and she dreadfully replies, "as do I". All the while there's another man sprinting entirely throughout her imagination that she is surly in love with. Silent tears rain out of her eyes, drenching her pillows as her longtime companion is sleeping next to her. Depressed, for the true soul mate of her heart is laying in his chambers enslaved by solitude amongst the nightly creatures, as her body begs to be with him. Her stomach, grows angry with her unsettled feels that it kills her daily appetite. As the days pass on, she grows weary and her body begins to shrivel. Its pitiful how the man she sees constantly let's her anguish go unnoticed, as her sweetheart whom is miles away can exhibit her demolished heart without a word being said unto him. Pain being felt between their souls, for they are torn apart by a judgmental society. When will the day come where they both say screw it to the world so they can be happy.

Because Of YOU!

I inhale emotion and bleed out passion, but the she doesn't believe me so she continues on stabbing! Even as it pours out my pain is not enough, so caught up in the moment until I turn to dust! Declaring that my words are to loud and my actions are silently muted, not willing to see that the sincerity of my sentiment it profoundly rooted. One day you shall understand I never express feelings that I do not grip, so when I exclaim that I fell for her its not because I slipped. Its certainly not caused by the winds that blew, it because of every little thing you do. I guarantee its not one of the childish games I like to play, its because you're the only woman that could make me feel this way. And I know u think its because your a challenge that's new..... But I'm sorry to inform Its genuinely just because of YOU!

As She Leaves

Concentrating on every individual footstep that she takes in the direction away from me. Its to exhausting for me to continue on as simply just her friend not allowing us to reach our full potential. I tried to go on pretending that I could play this part for my love, although I could never have that restriction held over me, depriving me of all possibilities. Hearing, "Sometimes the best way to hold on is to just let go", screams in my eardrums like nails on a chalkboard, but what good is a blustering noise when I'm not willing to listen, with earplugs intact. So as pride comes before the fall, in this case I fell first, and now my pride won't let this desire die... So as she goes, It starts to impact my aching heart drastically once she begins to fade in the distance. Do I spring after her fleet of foot, or forever hide my feelings, hindering my destiny so that she may go on with another....? Concentrating on every individual footstep that she takes in the direction away from me... Just waiting for her to turn to me, and run back into my arms.

Kicking back as the age accelerates on through the hour glass, never wishing to skip a beat with you, for the thought of a flatline occurring between us terrifies my mortal character.

  Even as the obscurity of the night lingers on passing us by, I'm still comfortable, having you place safely in my arm with the knowledge that nothing can harm you here.

  Over looking you well your dreams transcend through your mind, curious to know if I'm your knight in shining armor at the end of your fairytale dreamland.

  It would be deceiving, if i said i didnt have an unease feeling of losing you, with that placed in my mind, i am frightened of living in a daily nightmare, so as i aspire to keep you near, but still not wanting to suffocate your spirit.

  As i embrace u tighter before the sun appears, it's known to "I" that the night is its coldest, and  its darkest before the dawn, but you bring me a pleasurable emotion from the fever of your love

 Well steadily breathing, upon your appearance i gasp desperately.

  Wondering at a daze; what it is, what is it about you that seems to take the very air that i inhale away, depriving my lungs to breathe.

 The same reason that suddenly stops my heart from beating; and it is a question that is going unasked.

  One would say that it is suicide to pursue something as dangerous as you, deadly to my body, yet quenching to my lust for love.

  Like an essence in a syringe, being injected into my vain, seeking you with cravings of your emotion into my blood stream

  Yearning for your voice, to what appears to be that of an angle in my disillusion of my vision.

  The anatomy of yours brings pain to mine as i am sitting in hunger for our next encounter, with the attention like that of a drug addict, fully convene to you.

  I impatiently await, not comprehending the delay of your affection towards i. which would cure me of my infectious disease of love