<![CDATA[Poem in Frames]]>https://www.poeminframes.comhttps://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!T5Ez!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F09cd1ab9-b61a-44cc-ac96-0796ae221dce_331x331.pngPoem in Frameshttps://www.poeminframes.comSubstackMon, 01 Jun 2026 03:53:06 GMT<![CDATA[She raves like there’s no tomorrow]]>https://www.poeminframes.com/p/she-raves-like-theres-no-tomorrowhttps://www.poeminframes.com/p/she-raves-like-theres-no-tomorrowMon, 13 Oct 2025 21:26:01 GMTDuring this weekend, I surrounded myself with nature. For some reason, it made me want to write, to give voice to the untold stories I’ve kept inside.
For the first time, I’m not ashamed of my writing or my thoughts.

For the first time, I just want to share, without guilt. After so many years of hiding, I finally want to have a voice, a whisper, a shout.

This weekend was perfect for reimagining, reflecting, and simply being.

Digital double exposure Pollock + Forest photograph from this weekend roll

She raves like there’s no tomorrow.

Stimuli obsessed, she cries for possession.

Eyes lock, mirrors face.

Like metal we forge.

Her body, a canvas;

at the point of convergence I paint.

Like Pollock I reimagine,

saliva as my brush.

Euphoria meets wilderness.

I get high on you.

Lust is another line

of your perfume.

Background noise captured during these photos

]]><![CDATA[A day at the lake]]>https://www.poeminframes.com/p/a-day-at-the-lakehttps://www.poeminframes.com/p/a-day-at-the-lakeTue, 07 Oct 2025 17:42:21 GMTThis is my first post in this Substack account that I created to share a bit more of my thoughts.

It will be random, it will be messy, it will be me, it will be just like life. Messy.

Today I wanted to share a couple of pictures I took weeks ago while visiting the nearby lake where we live.

This is a place of comfort where I like to stop and try to be alone with my thoughts.

The lake gives me back
The calm that life keeps trying to steal.
It’s like a chase one we’re always losing.
The stream carries our reflections,
just as time carries our thoughts,
carries us.
I wonder if I love the calm
or if I crave the chaos.
But I like it here calm on the surface,
chaos underneath.

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