Even though I stared deep into his eyes I couldn’t see past my own reflection trapped in the highlight of his pupil. His eyes are the blackest black like the earliest hours in the night, he’s mysterious and dark in a way but he pulls […]
Month: January 2015
The title itself means “Our shared Silence.” Basically it’s about people in secret relationships. The song was written by La Firma Santana who is featured on the track, but the way the song is interpreted is through one of my own stories. I hold this […]
Mark Oliver “Twist” is an emerging street artist originally from Montreal, Quebec. He draws his inspirations from the cosmos, the allure of the mystic pyramids, and imaginations of parallel universes. Due to the fast dry time of spray paint each piece is done with speed […]
This is was one of those songs that brings back so many memories. When I first listened to the beat, I felt like I travelled outside of my body and went back to the first time I kissed the guy that I fell for. It was such a crazy feeling and so that’s how I knew it was the single I wanted to release. Many can relate to it and my fans go crazy when I start to sing it. I get so many messages on a daily basis of how much they love it and they ask what inspired it. This song really shows many parts of me, both the happy, excited, and completely in-love girl but at the same time a confident young woman. Even though the relationship didn’t last, I’m still glad that I met him because those experiences have molded me into the person that I am today.
His head was being pushed under water; he had almost lost the ability to breathe. With layoffs, due dates, and antagonizing clients, Paul was drowning in commitments. So much to do, so little time… So much to do, so little time… Played on a loop […]
I loved with every last atom in my body and by the age of 26 I was bankrupt. The vault in my heart was emptied and resentment moved in. That lowly currency called Regret filled my pockets. I will not be fooled again. I will […]
I attended two Spoken Word events at Rouge lounge prior to stepping up on stage myself. I observed how confident many of the poets were, and I felt intimidated. On December 9th, the day of the weekly event, I told myself I would go up and try it out. I spent the whole day rehearsing and when the time came I waited for more than an hour until my name was called. I could feel my heart racing and my palms sweating profusely when I heard the words, “now we have a poet named Jorge coming to the stage.” I walked towards the stage hesitantly and with fear pasted on my face. I looked out at the crowd and with a nervous voice presented the introduction I had prepared in advance.
And then… I don’t know what came over me, but the words came out of my mouth without much effort. They flowed through my tongue and my lips like honey and I knew this is where I belong.