7.05.2013

Lost // Found

Gather up the lost and found.
Lean in and listen.
Use pretty handwriting while writhing beneath skin.

Sentimental to touch and breath
She sees deep and
digs up the dark.

Trash-Cart Soothsayer
Truth-slayer, tattered and torn.
Snagged on a barb to blow in the wind-
A momentary pause does not indicate permanence.

Uneasy- treading time, not leaving much of a trail.
Breadcrumbs become fodder for the sorrows and the
Light bleeds between the lines.





Model: S Nia
Location: Shenandoahs, Virginia
All natural light, with a made on-the-spot ripped up t-shirt (you didn't want that back, Phil?)
More of Miss Nia will be posted to my facebook and tumblr!
http://www.facebook.com/Carly-Rocks-Photography
http://carlyrocksphotography.tumblr.com
http://eternalsoulshine.tumblr.com

6.19.2013

Tele // Vision





model: Keira Grant
location: Madonna Inn, California
makeup/styling: Carly Erin O'Neil (self)

4.02.2013

Fault // Line

Rise Up! 
The season to weep bears no fruit. 
Boxcars blast by selecting the 
frame-by-frame of a dreary horizon. 
Fallow Fertility- what was bred is bad. 
Better believe you hold your hands 
too close to the Fire.
Barriers, fences, all to 
alleviate your eyes of recognition of 
Fault and Fear of Forever. 

Release the wrong which lives a life of luxury-
Lingering in lies, lost in an intricately interlaced
architecture of your own construction.










12.18.2012

Pray // Prey

lemniscate ambition
deep end
deep thaw
introverted radiation 
was never necessity
sweet swollen lotus
pray, peel!
prey not 
on the lackluster leftovers of 
the penitent.

model: Holly Rogue

12.04.2012

Breaking // News

Seatbelt-Settle-Down
Collect Belongings. Exit.
Sit. Wait. Swallow Whole Bites
(while you exercise the right for them to relinquish your own.)

Check In. Check Out. 185 Miles to your next
(temporary) Destination.

Home is where the heart is, if you can remember where you left it. They had high hopes, you know.

Power On. Log In. 
Fein intimacy (as though it still exists) until loneliness reminds you that
It never did.
Chime in as though you care, but already can't remember what you said. 

Descend. Light Rain. 61 Degrees. 

The buzz from the tele: 
the magical glass house (with bouffant and boobs)
mouthing muted mutiny. 
They Did It Again. 
Breaking News.

original pen date: Sept. 2011.



5.30.2012

Dissolved // Girl (ii)

Lights out. Eyes up to 
the stars, to the skies that drink 
us in while we sink.



5.13.2012

(grown up)

Masochism in Maturity


Realizing the rest of 
What No One Can Teach you now
Fleeting seconds slip by into sighs and sudden 
boredom
Previous fantasies eclipse the wisdom from exploration




No one knows how to act 
or what to say when 
words land on either side of lines drawn in the sand: 
Overspoken or Underheard
They fall like Skee-Balls
selectively bounding from halo to heavenly host until finally settling
and choosing the Swiss cheese escape into blackness. 


Hungry like little birds but incapable of mastication
the filth is dropped in, previously regurgitated knowing that concentrated content can't satisfy. 


4.24.2012

High // Dry