A simile.

It was nothing like anything I had ever done before. The feeling was unique to that moment. I especially loved being on the back when Mark was driving. He had my life in his hands, just like he has my heart. The metaphor was simple really and all too perfect. Gliding through the air at a speed like that, no one but him and fate to protect me. Something may seem a bit macabre about having life on the precipice of death only to be on the precipice of the meaning of life. A beautiful simile: to be free. Feeling free and reveling in it; an all consuming propulsion outwards into what we know as the world. Extrovertion commandeers; while the weight is shifted. Freedom comes in all different ways, no matter how it comes about. One may never be free from themselves, condemned always by a rooted fear deep within. Once those nightmares shatter and the veil dissipates, it is like a new day arrives with a glimmer of what it means to be free. I'm bound by the chains of fear and pain, illness and worry. For a moment in time, I break free from those bindings to discover the me that is underneath the surface of darkness. Although perhaps it is brief, it summons a rising hope. For the future may hold a permanent freedom, a final peace to have and to hold all the days until the end.

An eloquent agreement with oneself.

There are times when words can not describe what you are feeling. All that can escape from you are waves of salty streams flowing down your cheeks, and thats okay. Sometimes you need to cry. There are those moments in life where the last straw has been broken and all we are left with is our vulnerable selves. No one ever said life would be simplistic, but when did it become second nature to accept that we aren't moving forward. The only way to feel and move on is to let it all in. Don't block out your emotions. All it will do is grasp onto your very breath and suffocate you, starting with your heart. The symbolism we all know to be love in our chest cavities. However split at the seams, however lost in the wilderness, we all deserve an epic adventure. Teaching onself to revel in what it is like to be human and experience life as if it was your last moment is one of the most difficult expenditures I have ever bestowed upon myself. An eloquent servitude of humanity and all its wonder. Such a fragile existences however shaken we may be, we remain strong. The monumentous occasion of self actualization doesn't come with instant gratification but with a coy hint of patience. At times it can be frustrating. To know that all our lives we are nothing but an uphill battle until we reach the fulfillment of our true destiny. The rare occasion of forseeing one's fate is only accomplished by few in a lifetime. To have a story to pass on and a livelihood to be cherished is an eventual goal we all can admire.

Salt on blades.

Like needles it overtakes me.

A shattering to my very core,

Coursing throughout

Like salt on blades

Into the vein.

Every more paralyzing

Every time.

Constrict me.

Confine me

To the deepest burn.

With each sear

Draw a tear

An unholy field

that yearns for growth.

April 14th: 11:59 PM.

Nothing is set in stone.

This life emulates a fragile flower.

Its petals weak and vulnerable;

Just as the actual existence of the human race.

Raw, exposed, and shaken - the fragility that is this life.

Poetry sometimes just spills out of my mind like blood from an unexpected wound. When the red water comes I only focus on where I can write it all down. I have always been like this. A writer. Someone to inspire, to create, and be apart of something with passion and feeling. Same goes for my photography. I remember all I ever wanted for holiday was a camera. From breaking to having camera stolen, my list never ends. That always is what set me back from moving forward in my photography. With no means to purchase a new camera in a poor family growing up, I got saddled with writing; and how it was not a shameful thing. I most definitely enjoy being able to express myself by means of any and all mediums I choose. I just wish that they would count for something. No, not necessarily dollars and cents, like all of America is worried about. However, I want to share my art, my story, and my passions. I want to see places, meet people of different cultures, experience different cuisines, worship all over this blue planet with all walks of religion - I want to decide for me how I am going to live my next 70 - hopefully plus - years. The idea that we are not infinite. We will die. We are not invincible and there is so much - in my life at this age - yet to see! I have so much passion that I don't share, so much zealous adventures that only exist on paper, when the red water comes out. The idea of my epic search for harmony and inner peace comes along with the captivating realization that today, and only today, is the day to start living your dreams. Because although, especially at this age, we like to think so..we are not infinite. Our time does run out. We might not get a redo. This could be our one life. (which in my humble opinion is the case) So living for yourself and those your love and living for today are the most important things to remember in this life. Passion & inspiration & hopes & dreams & ambition & peace & beauty - my serenity.

© Photography by Alison

photo by: © Maunie Baysal

Last minute.

When I write, I do it not for you but for me and my soul.  This soul's a tarnished one, blood stained from reality and her coy knives in the side. Reality, how playful with a dark premise over what is and was.

- Photography by Alison
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My Last Wish.

If ever there comes a time that I am to leave this world, share my adventures.

If I never am able to share my story to the corners of the world, share them for me.

If at the end I seem to lose my mind, find it for me. Help me remember.

If somehow I can not speak for myself, tell him I love him. Remind him.

If upon my last breath I can not muster a simple goodbye, do not cry.

If and when I do, remember the pink in my cheeks and the love in my heart.

If you must cry, cry because our adventure together has ended.

If my adventure ends before yours,

then promise me to continue the escapade and pass on my story.

Poetry.

you just can't compete;

the sun, the galaxy, or all it's wonder.

you shine beyond something measurable.

in time and space we know of one life;

but with you, it's as though I have many.

all concepts of moment in time dissipate

and we are free of all man made restraints, such as time.

this life is merely a prequel

to the eternity

the massive always

I am granted

with you.

Grow Upward and Onward.

When I feel like I have nothing, I should open my eyes.
When I feel as though my eyes won't open, I should just remember.
Those who we love never truly leave us.
Our hearts are their homes so long as we remember.

Sincerity, simplicity, and sensibility.
Allow me to grow and conform.
I thank my stars and mother earth for my second chance at life.
Maybe this time around I'll do it right.
Perhaps my eyes will remain open,
and my memories keen.
For their importance surpasses all worldy things.

Dreamcatcher is an idea for a tattoo, thoughts?

An Apparition.

Like a pond has a reflection, as does the mind.
When it is still, a recollection appears.

Whether it be body, mind, or spirit;
These apparitions can haunt you,
Make you full of joy,
Or simply leave you numb.

Scent of memories linger.
Recalling the aromas of old,
Rekindles a long forgotten thought.

Lost ancients pass through the conscience.
Flooding back in like an apocalyptic flood.
But this inundation is not one to frighten.
A calm, soothing comes over,
As a familiar sensation welcoming you home.

Rise Above.

Nothing's gonna to shake me. I'm stronger than this.
I have high hopes and aspirations, higher than imaginable.
No demons are gonna break me. I'm better than that.

No sin, no shame, no measure of evil will break me.
I've created in me a new sense of self, one made of unbreakable bonds.
From the highest mountain to the deepest of oceans,
your subterfuge can not impale me anymore.

Photography Tribute.

A moment can be captured in a memory.
But how quickly the shelf life of that thought fades.
It may last a week, a decade, or perhaps only an hour.
A fading begins to occur, whether it be a withering of age or interest,
The haze over facts or feelings take hold.

A memory in time is too precious to be forgotten.
The greatest method to hold steadfast to our fondest memories,
To keep all the days of our lives is photography.
Documenting for future generations, to pass down.

Nothing stirs more emotions intertwined with a memory than an old photograph.
Experiencing an emotion on a loved one's face,
Possibly a shot of someone who isn't with us anymore,
Can only be seen with the eye because of a photograph.
The brain is fantastic with documentation and filing events;
However, the details of a photo can never be replaced.

The color shirt she wore or the tie that he never took off;
These are precious facts that we lose about our loved ones over the years.
Not every memory is of a lost loved one,
but there are other sentiments can be exhibited through only photography.
The only way to remember each smile line on a young groom's face,
As his glowing bride walked down the aisle is by taking a photo of it.

A baby changes exceedingly fast.
Three months, six months, twelve months;
Oh the difference. Lay, sit, stand, then run.
So many new emotions for that child to explore,
all of which can be captured through a lens and a lens only.

The beauty taken in from a bride, a baby, an elderly couple,
A strong man returning from deployment, a senior in high school;
Each of these radiating exquisite beauty and excellence.

If family, love, memories, and happiness are prided in your household,
You will want to contact Photography by Alison
For breathtaking, unique images for your every meaningful occasion.

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Like a Pinky Swear.

A promise for the future is all it took.
That smile on your face while giving me that look.
Somehow all the morose fade away.
When you swear we are bound each and every day.
An honor it will be
When you ask me.
A hope comes over.
See a field of clovers.
As I prepare for the day.
Looking forward, I must say.
Wearing white.
All will be right.
The world will just be
How it is meant to be.
Fate.

Abandoned Memories.

Soft like silk,
A forgotten beauty.
Silky like velet
A true sight to behold.
Shudder remembering the fog.
Velvety and supple,
One touch is all it takes.
Light caress.
Sweet taste.
A phenomenal feeling soaring.
Building inside
A passion
a sense of complete unbridled emorion.
Course through.
Reach every last sense.
Shudder with a smile,
For its all just a memory.

Unbearable Beautiful Disease.

One tiny cell,
That's all it took.
Spread like wildfire,
Come like a theif in the night.
Invincibility? How crude of me!
Such a fragile, now hostile breakable being.
So vulnerable. So shaken. So scared.
Multiply. Penetrate. Drug.
Sever. Frozen. Pacify.
Cross your fingers.
Have hope for the best.
Move over me.
Somehow provide hope.

Radiate Me to Life

Robotics, gears, lasers:
I hear you in my sleep.
Help me. Heal me.
Move over me.
Apply and take the cure.
Feel the lights,
A warmth over me like the sun.
Containment.
Line up the dots.
One, two, three
Across my soft chest
Like an oceanic horizon.
Up the body and down it moves
While I lie there still
As untouched, new fallen snow.
Barely breathing.
Screaming inside.
Crying out for answers.
Hear the gears.
Smell the smell.
Feel frozen.
Stay frozen, like the prima facie
I live with daily.

Configure Me to Perfection.

Program me.
That's what you want,
Isn't it?
Perfection.
Because of this rejection
Otherwise.
Open and honest,
Or closed and hiding something.
We all have a choice.
Memories forgotten.
Life worth l living,
If you just submit.

Time Changes All

One year
Looking back,
Was it real?
Twelve months
In the past
Could it be?
Fifty-two weeks
Last year
A blur
A mistake..or many
Lie 365 days ago
How could I believe?
Especially in you.
Rejoice in the freedom.
Be strong.
For the bad dreams are over
No harm can come now.