i give you my heart

jasper donnelly

i place my heart in your willing hands and at first you caress it gently i am trusting, too trusting, and i innocently watch as you dangle my most vital organ over a deep abyss i stand and watch because there is nothing i can do my fate is no longer within my control i have given it all to you and now you toy with me. and i begin to wonder, do you understand the significance of what i have placed in your hands? do you even realise that it is my future that you are regarding, so casually? that it is you who will decide whether i am to be or not to be my breath catches and my heart skips a beat, i know because i see you fumble a bit, as it bounces about in your hands

pretty Boy

jasper donnelly i would like to pull a long white dress over my head and twirl around, dandelions woven into my long hair and i would like people to think what a pretty Boy he is

why are you so special to me?

jasper donnelly i bite back the ever fiery urge to hold on as you let go to keep my arms wrapped tight around your body protecting you and in turn protecting me to wind my fingers through the easily broken yellow yarn so easily broken almost as easily as me sunny rainy morning jasper donnelly squinting my eyes against the sun the cold december air stinging my nose sweat beading on my chin shivering in the sahara desert-like conditions cheeks rosy in short sleeves and sandals with socks and a mask that’s too hot so i take it off the man walking by in a down jacket shoots me a glance i cant tell if he’s real or a made up by my brain that’s simultaneously on twelve and zero hours of sleep i ricochet from uneven staggering steps to a brisk walk, almost businessness like as if i’m heading somewhere instead of just wandering the edges of my mind that i’m not sure is making sense when i speak or write or breathe i go from wishing i could remember history facts from 1863 to wishing i could take unhindered swigs from a bottle of grey goose and drop out of school to sitting in a quiet garden with the birds chirping to ruining my lungs and digging out my flesh to reaching out a finger placing it on the mirror in front of my face wondering if the person who stares back is me

Youth Will Racz

Ballerina

Mia Saad

All these photos were inspired here in Palo Alto as I walk along and shoot some photos for fun. Thanks to one of my friends, who is a basketball player, let me take a picture of her and capture her love for basketball. The other photos I enjoyed using my artistic mind to capture the beauty of life.