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What do you see?

Dear you,

Yes you reading this. You, as in the younger me. You, as in the reporters, the writers the social media shakers and makers.

You are enough. As you. Just you. Not you after weight loss. Not you plus fillers, creams and filled dermal needles. Not you in that fashion that costs more than most pay for rent. Just you, always just be you.

You with your quirky smile. Hey you over there who has aced making cakes, or the one that always manages to remember everyone’s birthdays. Even when no one remembers yours. You that takes the fall for your colleagues, the one that works more unpaid over time than hours on the clock. Yep, you’re there, you are still enough.

You, the mother, the new parent with a new bundle of responsibility to support. You are enough, just as you are. No matter the rebound to pre-baby weight, how you fed, how you gave birth. Because I’ll let you into a secret, every parent has worries, and can make mistakes. You are enough, for you, for your child, for your family. Be there, be present as you.

To the teen wondering where to go, you are enough. To those grades which life revolved, you are also enough. Those thinking they can’t carry on, you are enough.

You that may cry yourself to sleep, that hides fears or illness from everyone. To those with medical conditions that we can’t see, and you don’t feel like explaining for the hundredth time this week, I see you too. The ones feeling lonely, or can’t say they have friends. Waking up not able to remember the last time you spoke to someone, anyone, no phone calls, no texts, no visits, I see you too.

I see the ones that just go about their day, no big loud voices or luck thrown their way. The ones choosing between heating and food. Everything crossed for not another benefit cut, I see you too. Those that know the chill of the park bench at night, you are enough too. The ones praying for any good news. I can hear the tears of those finding out their worlds have imploded by another part of the world news. You, so scared for one or many reasons of your life, that you don’t notice whether your socks are matching, or your roots have been done. You that choose to block out the horror that life has dished you out with the party charade, the tipples, or illegal highs. I see you with the happy social media pretence too, if only they could see the real, not selfie you. The middle of the night, the waking up, the hard working, the thoughtful, the quiet and sad sides of you. You are enough too.

Then I see you, the reporters in tow. Telling me how X has lost this much weight, or how bad Y looks with their weight loss or gain. Informing me between news of lives lost, most importantly about the designer dress that one chose to wear, or that a certain celeb only spent £20 on their latest swimwear. Adverts and articles for looking younger, looking slim, spending money on looks rather than healthy eating and the gym. Please remember when you are reporting that some that you highlight have the money, the time, and the experts to get every waking moment just right. I also see the ones that you hound and judge, not able to eat even a cookie crumb without fear of you photographing a bloated tum.

So, what do you see? When you see me, when you see people in the streets? What do you look at for qualities in your friends and foe, what do you see when the media updates the celeb news? Can you see beyond the looks, the make-up, the clothes. Could you spot that person struggling to stay afloat? Could you praise manners, kindness, voluntary actions instead of who has kissed who on televised actions. I challenge you, the reader, the person described above, the future me, the media creators, to find something positive to say or think about everyone you meet. About everyone you write about, or photograph care free.

For nobody knows what lies beneath, what one might be thinking, or where their story has been.

What do you see?

 

Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, June 2017.

What do you see
‘What do you see?’ Part of the photography project by Rose-Sky Journey Pieces looking into perceptions, and media portrayals of people. Photography, Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, 2017.

We stand

We stand with Manchester, we stand with London,

We stand with every town, country and place,

Where killings are used to politically disgrace,

This is not religion, race nor creed,

But life-changing and ending events carried out

Turning evil plans into planting fear seeds.

Put down the weapons, put aside your hate,

We stand with every town, country and place,

Nobody enjoys seeing fear on a child’s face,

This is not politics, culture nor fate,

Creating a snow-balling of twisted hate,

Against us, your own, just one human race.

Poetry – Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, June 2017.

Magic touch
‘Magic touch.’ Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, 2016.

The shadows

The shadows

They walk passed weekly, daily, hourly with eyes that stared straight through. The expressions go from lively, jovial to blank. A change that says it all. Stone walled faces, eyes hardened to what they really see. Ears that pretend to not hear, maybe those ear phones or pretend calls mask the shadow’s calling. Stiffened lips, pursed tightly closed, not a hello, a grunt nor a groan.

Sometimes, their footsteps and pace will quicken. Too busy to stop, for being busy is a reason for their reaction to be excused. Meal times frustrating, as you see the others stuffing faces. You can plan your next diet craze whilst consuming super size calories. Don’t worry, a shadow will sit, and pray for a crumb, a mere morsel. They won’t speak out as you throw that half sandwich, clear your fridge of out of date leftovers.

Pull your coat around tighter, the scarf higher up. Seek out those gloves that hide in that shiny clutch. Change your boots with the seasons, as they move again. From shadow to corner, and back again. Don’t worry my friend, they won’t ruin your trend. You moan about heat, and then about cold. The shadows’ fashion rail is within that black plastic bag. Shadows that shiver within the night breeze, red finger tips, cold noses, the shadow can’t breathe.

They worry about friends, about gossip or the latest soap story news. Is their make-up on point, did their crush see their new shoes. I will lurk as you talk, without making a sound. My worries the same, only now further down the to-do’s. Adrenaline rushes as they finish their night out, my life already fight or flight without their beer fuelled remarks. Will I survive the night, what do I smell like, can I see sunlight? When I wake I am grateful for not watching that show, but that I survived, alive, with no attack, no bin bags removed.

Walk passed me, walk passed them, it does not matter, we are not friends. I would not show my tears, in fact when one police officer will question that shadow, their help will be refused. Too much pride to crumble, to share with you all. A stiff upper lip to keep the bleak truths from being revealed. The shadows they see, they hear it all. They watch, knowing that most won’t want to, or can’t make a difference at all. You could confirm that you can see the shadows, that they are there, not ghosts or made-up fairy tales. A smile, a hello, a warm drink in hand. Something, anything rather than the embarrassed charades.

Because what if one day, you woke up to, realising the shadow was now you?

Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, May 2017.

 

Be Qualm-ing a parent

via Daily Prompt: Qualm

I think those little pregnancy tests,

Should come with a guide of how to do the rest,

Not nappies, nor milk, or the right things to eat,

But the qualms that you’ll have to meet.

If you thought weaning brought about enough frets,

Consider for a moment the tooth fairy dreads,

When will she come, and does she have slaves,

Does she have a wand, and will my sister also get paid?

So you qualm through this one, creating a whole charade,

Glitter, letters, coins and answers all getting replayed.

To the time you panicked when your child said,

They would like six kids whilst going to bed,

Can’t sleep without those ten toys,

What will the neighbours think of this noise?

How to explain that hole that they’ve dug,

Everything is better with a calm down hug.

Do we have eggs like chickens waiting to crack?

Why have the kids not given me the sack?

Next their heads on the pillows do rest, 

House is silent, and toys no longer a mess.

The sun sets on yet another childhood day,

We survived it, at last, hooray!

Be qualm-ing a parent,

It wouldn’t be the same if we didn’t feel this way!

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‘Sunset dreams.’ Photography by Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, 2017.

Poetry – Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, May 2017.

Photography – Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, May 2017.

What if?

What if?

What if everything you said was written down?

What if everyone knew the reason behind that frown?

What if every insult was tattooed,

So that we could see what a sorry really doesn’t remove.

What if you had no one to talk to today?

Or you ignored the one person who needed you to help in your way?

What if we talked about brains and not brawn,

Words instead of fashion sizes?

What if?

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‘What if?’ Photography by Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, May 2017.

Introducing my latest photography project, ‘What do you see?’.

Inspired by how we, the media, magazines, articles, even online talk about ourselves, others and celebrities. The words that are used to define someone. Rather than intelligence, brains, words, actions, we are still being described by physical attributes and the fashions we wear.

Our sizes, looks, clothes, weight, used every day, all over the world to generate articles, photographs, discussions. What is good for the goose, is not good for the gander. Where one person will be complimented for their great weight loss one day, the same place could also write a negative article about too much weight loss to another person. It only takes a flick through what should be the news sections of the internet to see this happening. Yesterday I did a flick through the first page of one news start page, and found ‘gym-toned’, ‘wrong clothes’, ‘cosmetic surgery addiction’, ‘incredible bikini body’, ‘vision of beauty’, ‘extremely thin’. All of these being used as parts of titles, defining that person within one sentence.

I’ll be working through this project with all of the above in mind, hoping to create a reaction to what is now seen as an every day, normal part of our life. Professionally printed photographic prints of the images from this project will be available to order. At the end of the project, any models will also be available to buy. Your support for the project will also help others, keep your eyes peeled, as I will explain all later into the project.

For now, here’s the first sneak image from the project that was shared with the Facebook page last night –

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‘Stop judging.’ Photography by Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, May 2017.

Any questions or orders relating to the project, please contact us directly. We can be contacted on this website, by e-mail to – rose-skyjourneypieces@outlook.com , on the Facebook page Rose-Sky Journey Pieces Facebook page (external link) or Twitter @rsjourneypiece .

Looking forward to showing you all more of this project as it develops,

Rose-Sky Journey Pieces.

Photography – Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, May 2017.

Poetry – Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, May 2017.

Fire for life

Let the fire for life burn bright,

Never stop appreciating life’s delights.

Show, not tell the children how to grow,

Keep searching for new things to know.

Let creativity take it’s own flight,

Be you, be individual, burn bright.

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‘Flower embers.’ Photography by Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, 2017.

 

Poetry – Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, May 2017.

Photography – Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, 2017.

Photographic prints, and poetry ready to order or commissions welcome, please contact us directly.

There’s a hero in all of us!

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‘There’s a hero in all of us’ Art by Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, May 2017.

Last night’s quick doodle with pen. The inspiration was my children, a trip to town where we spent nearly the whole journey with hands on their heads….

Because in the shadows they then looked like Batman…. 🙂

Feel free to contact me directly with any questions or orders.

Rose-Sky Journey Pieces.

Do I grate on you?

Do I grate on you?

Get under your skin, but never quite let in.

Do you see me here?

Not just a shape, more than t&a to explore?

Could you hear me now?

Listen to those thoughts and  dreams,

Everything, just ain’t what it seems no more.

Do you want a yes girl,

A turn around and make you smile girl.

Wrapped in those botox coated dreams,

No, everything just ain’t what it seems,

no more.

Do I grate on you?

The way your parents do?

Did you read my CV, or just the label on my skirt seam.

Would you know what I’m worth?

Congratulate on our part in the universe?

No, everything just ain’t what it seems no more.

Do you want a yes girl,

A turn around and make you smile girl.

Wrapped in those botox coated dreams,

No, everything just ain’t what it seems,

no more.

Could this by our day?

Hear you say thank you for what we have made,

Our pretending is done,

No more fat and thin articles to run.

Stopping the degrading in it’s tracks,

Ruining everything trying to hold us back.

One mind, one body, one soul,

One heart, one world.

We will be anything, no categories to withhold,

I want to grate on the world, not be a ghost to pose.

Do you want a yes girl,

A turn around and make you smile girl.

Wrapped in those botox coated dreams,

No, everything just ain’t what it seems,

no more.

Prose – Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, completed April 2017.

Photography – Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, 2017.

 

Life grater
‘Life grater.’ Photography by Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, 2017.

Flower thoughts

Flower thoughts

Thousands of petals, thousands of words,

Were they all seen, were they all heard?

Was a single one missed today or back then?

Are they priceless or regarded as nature’s gems?

Hundreds of flowers, hundreds of thoughts,

Were they all loved, were they all understood?

Was there one to change the current outlook?

Are they appreciated or simply overlooked?

Every one plant, every one sowed,

Will we look after, will we let them know?

Is this a chance to rewrite and photosynthesis?

Are they important, to you or to I?

Poetry – Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, April 2017.

Photography – Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, April 2017.

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‘True romance.’ Photography by Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, April 2017.

A new chance

A new chance.

As the clock strikes midnight everyday,

The new day gets ready for the beautiful dawn,

A fresh chance for you and for me,

To make our mark, in our own unique ways.

Flowers delicately unfolding, blossoming in dew,

Birds delightfully singing their own tune.

Rays of beautiful sunlight bringing the world to life,

Grateful to be alive is the response to this cue.

24 hours reset on the old clock,

1440 minutes to carve a new journey,

Start it, complete it, or let it undo,

It’s up to us how to use those tick-tocks.

Will you take the new chance to  shake up this rock?

Poetry by Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, April 2017.

Photography by Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, 2017.

New chance
‘New chances.’ Photography by Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, 2017.