Lana Del Rey

Lana Del Rey is amazing, vocally and physically. I don't care who and what people say about her Saturday Night Live (SNL) performance. She was nervous and her throat was sore. She's human and doing big things, bigger than your opinion and that cheeseburger you're flipping. Quit trolling and enjoy. Here's one of my favorite songs from her, Blue Jeans......http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8t-I-Lqy06g&feature=relmfu. Enjoy. Her words make me wish I experienced her love, her words are powerful. The sincerity in her voice has me captured.

for you.

as the years have gone past
i cant help but think of you
just the simplest thought 
brings a smile of truth


down in the deepest 
crevice of my heart 
there is my blood
while we are apart


i feel paralyzed
and cannot move
with out you on my side
my days are doomed


i've waiting for so long
to hear your voice
to lure me in your heart
and i have no choice


your eyes are an ocean
your breath is my breeze
your heart is my star
as i sail your seas


i've been away 
for way too long
if i wait any longer
it will be all wrong


without you in my life
my days are nights
its settling deeper
with stronger fights


i wonder how you've been
and is everything okay
i would love listen
and hear what you have to say


i imagine you
at your best
with a lot of love
behind your chest


i want to be your vehicle
and tour your shores
take in everything
and be back for more


just from your touch
i know everything will be okay
i trust in every word
and cherish what you say


my heart is just for you
that will never change
beneath it all
i still wait.


-nmbryant.

when.

a mystery is here

it has taken place

with the swiftest of gentlemen

the eyes on the stakes

no time for error

cover up your mistakes

with only one clue

your blurry face

unable to move

not even the slightest of tongue

it is dark here

with gloomy skies above

the pale of your skin

hasn't seen the sun enough

resting on your shoulder

your bones could cut

the hound dogs howl

into the empty forest

with not one sound

except the hound dogs chorus.

constantly haunting.

its constantly haunting
how you keep me wanting
the smell of you still lingers
i feel the tips of your fingers
you're dancing in my head
and we're dancing in my bed
can we take this to the street
drowning out our hearts beat
watch my feet and follow
between the trees and the hollow
we are both safe here
whispering what we want in our ears
can you feel my hand in yours
the feelings rush in and pour
i feel your breath on my chest
and your breasts behind the dress
lit by only moonlight
i can only see your eyes
and feel the supple in your lips
as we press together to kiss
everything has come to a stand still
and i have lost all my will
i seem to be dancing with a ghost
you're disappearing and i'm the host
thinning away like water
the burn you left is getting hotter
and now i'm just left with this scar
i'm in the passenger seat of your car
the radio is still on
everything feels so wrong
why does it have to be this way
i'm not feeling wanted enough to stay
i'll just head down this dim lit road
with no where in mind to go
drenched in pain
being washed away by the rain
zip up my jacket with my fingers
the smell of you still lingers
its constantly haunting
how you keep me wanting.


-N.Bryant

her pose

i want to cap our times
put them in a jar
and never see your lips again
putting any thought of you in the dark
you say its different now
as you push away
the site of you makes for difficult
just the way you move
has me running for the hills
baracading myself in
and swimming in pills
just the way you talk
has me up with no sleep
back and forth
tearing up all the sheets.


its you. look away.


-N. Bryant

no more nagrom

she doesnt mind
cause i'm doing the kroke 
like it aint no joke
stuck on escalator 
with roller skates
and no brakes
she just smiles
and destroys life
hand me the knife
this needs to stop
at all costs
with no cops
there is tons on
this brittle plate
ready to crack n break
why cant we go
back to being kids
who didnt know fists
but no, you need this
addicted to this scene
by any means
your face is red
the doors are slammed
relationship is jammed
what more do you want
i'm already on the knees
until they bleed
on the phone
as you scream
who is she (jealousy)
with your vacant stare 
no color in your eyes
you cant even cry
i will always wonder
who the fuck are you
black hair in a marni suit
never knowing what you want
arguing for nothing
with all your huffing and puffing
always wanting your way
never budging an inch
the definition of a bitch
always off
with a stiff upper lip
show me the cliff
cause if this is it
i want out now
before i'm not aloud
to leave at your discretion 
and i'm fenced in
in your never ending trap
with no hopes of escape
and nothing on this brittle plate
saying eeewwwwwww
i really hope i find a knife
to end my painful life.


you think i write this for no reason
you're the main reason why my keyboard is speakin
you think i'm fuckin freakin
bitch, this is the truth and its wreakin.

noted.

maybe i have sensed something wrong
when i should of been feeling something better
headed down the vacant road, no lights on
the warmth of you is gone, i just have this sweater
i never saw this coming, it just hit strong


i'm left with just these images
stuck on replay all day in my head
nothing is true of you
until we are both in bed


maybe i should have had a better guard
i even let you tour my deepest thoughts
through my whole body and into my heart
now i must repair at the highest of costs
taking down your bridge was the easiest part.


-N. Bryant

los angeles

chad fernandez

......

your veins hang
from a bicycle chain
never the same 
fingers to blame 
oh i was there
i saw the mess in your hair
down the stairs
with no care
apathy would follow
into your dark hollow
shallow shell
sounds of a broken bell
closing the gates of hell
on your knees you fell
with a smirk of oh well
stockings torn
body twisted in your form
resembling a bulls horn
and beat like a porn
deep as a paper plate
no love, just hate
jealousy in weight
climbing at higher rate
well fuck you
well fuck you
well fuck you
we'll fuck you.

ex-girlfriends will always linger

the worst.

you're fired.

you forgot to give some information and
i didn't know you were depressed and self-medicating and
i know, i cant see you anymore 
i know, i wanna see my feet out your door
*i.know.you.cant.change.a.thing*
my eyes are dried and they cant cry
i gave you the best years of my life
one thing that i know is for sure
is you ran this relationship like a fucking court
*what.the.fuck.is.beauty.anyway*
you treated me just like an electric lamp
off and on with a flick and you dont give a dam
nothing i ever did seemed to please you and
i was always there before any of your friends
*how.long.did.you.think.we.were.gonna.last*


well its too late, you cant go back on your words
cant fight fate, everything has been absurd 
there's no escape, you can find your things on the curb
i'll find a new mate, to put lipstick on my shirt


-N.Bryant

window shopping.

silver hawk skull

These two Silver Hawk skulls, I found and painted.

the color of money

Body & Frame

Stereo & Ass

Stereo & Girl

Ass & Frame

Again, this is my take on how men (not necessarily every man or I), view a woman, just the body parts they want and never getting to know that woman at all. When clearly, there is more to a woman, than just a fuck station. Enjoy.

A Girl & A Gun

A girl and Remington 1100 12 Gauge Shotgun Semi-Auto (mine).