arte Archives – M.P. Capellan

Autumn Speaks

M.P.C. / October 5, 2015

To feel your flame fanning my feet. It’s these little moments for which I live. As long as I can

M.P.C. / August 31, 2015

I only hated school twice in my life: the last year of high school and my last year(s) of college

M.P.C. / June 11, 2015

“Maybe it’s all part of a plan” … a plan that is also a mystery to all. Peace and…love, y’all!

M.P.C. / May 21, 2015

When bedtime comes and you’re dead tired, but you still wish the night was young, and you sit in bed,

M.P.C. / January 27, 2015

You’re like a catchy, old tune; I think I need another hook.

M.P.C. / December 8, 2014

When you’ve got everyone’s back and your own remains in the open, remember that you’re like a weathered rock; broken,

M.P.C. / November 17, 2014

Do you think life will find me here? Ever so overwhelming…

M.P.C. / November 14, 2014

And this is a Carolina Reaper, which I mixed with my lipstick just before I kiss you. Come here, darling;

M.P.C. / October 16, 2014

La multitud te aclama: ¡Otra! ¡Otra! Y te quedas ahí, absorbiendo todo. Las miradas. El cariño. Los aplausos—hasta aquellos que

M.P.C. / May 16, 2014

The distance our eyes travel…

M.P.C. / February 19, 2014

It’s been a tough winter, friends. Hanging in there.

M.P.C. / January 3, 2014

All disassembled and a mess. Sometimes that’s what you get, from life, from stress about nothingness. I don’t have it