Author: sincerelylyssa

something about a vibe

I have been obsessed with the nostalgic vibe lately. This includes the look of old photos, vintage style clothes, and the space I am present in having a vibe of safety and serenity. When showcasing the things I have been loving lately I usually pick some specifics, but it really has been this entire feeling […]

my golden calf

i feel my knees ache turning red fromworshipping You. You were the one that brought me out of the darkness and into this light i worship You. i love You in waysothers don’t understand without Youi am nothing but empty You giveYou take You put all the stars inmy sky and built me fromnothing Then […]

my painting

Black strokes cover the canvas While electric cools struggle to peak out No part of the canvas is left white Although sometimes I see specks peak though As it reminds me of the light hand of the artist Even though the piece is rather dark  Everytime I look at it I see it a little […]

why i make art

I make art because it is my sense of peace. I paint, draw, write, craft, whatever because in those moments I am thinking of nothing but the beauty of this art. I struggle with anxiety and depression. Sometimes it gets the better of me, but my art has really helped me cope. When I’m creating […]

freedom for who?

It is the 4th of July. Fireworks blazing, folks wearing their red, white, and blue, and cookout across the country. Sounds like a celebration made for the freedom of a nation, right? Well, while everyone is wearing their stars and stripes and waving their flags, I can only think of the red blood poured and […]

white feminism

White feminism is becoming increasingly dangerous in this progressive era of #MeToo and some people actually being held accountable. While it seems the movement is making big strides, it once again sits women of color in the back. They are to take the wins of white women as wins for ALL women. They forget that […]

when the party ends.

Under the smoke and bright lights,I lost myself in a crowd.I let the music pulse though my veinslike it was the sole thing allowing me to breathe.I felt my breath grow warmas my lips press against the red solo cupfilled with a mixture of confidence and death.My heart sped, not in the sense of fear,but […]