Showing posts with label wild. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wild. Show all posts
June 12, 2019
June 11, 2019
June 8, 2019
May 29, 2019
March 21, 2019
I'm not perfect and I won't ever be. I am just me, in all my chaos and wild: Gemini child of the moon with a soul of the sea, as fluid and swift in mood changing as the spirit of air, but with heart of endless depth both dark and light as the night. I make no promises but one, and that is no matter what happens, whatever part of me you may see, I will always be real, true to my essence; I know no other way to be.
Words: © 2019 Rosie Chee
Words: © 2019 Rosie Chee
November 30, 2018
I am definitely NOT the same Rosie now as "The Female Terminator" I was known as...That's a GOOD thing. But, she had her merits, and life has changed that "machine" into something else altogether. Something stronger, better, "balanced"... blessed. There is more SOUL than attitude in the Demon Angel Warrior Goddess that woke and walks now, even if she has days of being bare hint of one part or undeniably all, nothing and everything all at once, as only a true Gemini Goddess made of old soul "gold", dark moonlight magic, and wild gypsy heart of angels and demons can be...
Words: © 2018 Rosie Chee
November 28, 2018
November 13, 2018
November 2, 2018
October 24, 2018
ANGEL DEMON
While something about her drew attention in daylight, under moonlit darkness depth of that was revealed and intensified. And there in the darkness, horns and halo held no distinction, for she was both angel and demon, her angel with black wings and her demon pure beauty.
Words: © 2018 Rosie Chee
October 1, 2018
WILD DARK
There was a burning wild inside of her, and the first time she gave up complete control to let run rampant, thrilled her. The thrill enticed excitement, for the wild was Woman, whom she had always denied, choosing instead to mask with the armour of Warrior.
The release of the wild stirred something else inside of her, reckless and dangerous. Surrounded by death, she sought solace in the arms of a twisted angel.
In the darkness, she forsook her tormented soul for the moments of peace it brought, desiring the rare quiet of her mind that accompanied it. She could not have known that what initially began as a distraction from the chaos outside would become an addiction for the chaos inside and awaken the demon that was shadow to her angel.
Words: © 2018 Rosie Chee
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| Photographer: Tony Mitchell #oamg #blackandwhite #art #raw #unapologeticallyme #natural #nomakeup #tattooed |
September 30, 2018
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| Photographer (Raw Image): Tony Mitchell #oamg #blackandwhite #unedited #nofilters #rawimage #justme #natural #nomakeup #tattooed #Kiwi |
Words: © 2018 Rosie Chee
"They won't tell you fairytales of how girls can be dangerous and still win. They will only tell you stories where girls are sweet and kind and reject all sin. I guess to them it's a terrifying thought, a red riding hood who knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in." - Nikita Gill
Image: Rosie Chee
September 25, 2018
DARK ROSE BLOOM
Her eyes hold a look not there a year ago, something sensed as much as seen. It dares look away, even as it mesmerizes.
Something strangely erotic teases in the careless ease of her being, confidence of a woman comfortable in her skin. There is girlish playfulness in the sweep of her hair, even as nothing childlike lies in the sensual dark of her eyes.
Aura hints at airy abandonment and excited exploration that amalgamates gypsy fairy spirit with wild moon creature. Everything and nothing at once, she is a Goddess born and at her full glory under dark moonlight.
Words: © 2018 Rosie Chee
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| Photographer (Raw Image): Tony Mitchell #blackandwhite #unedited #nofilters #rawimage #unapologeticallyme #naked #natural #nomakeup |
August 19, 2018
August 17, 2018
How is it that I found my "safe space" in the most fucked up place? Not everything makes sense, nor likely ever will. Because there is nothing "safe" about this. Everything is reckless danger, often greeted with open arms. Logic and reason lie abandoned. Emotion and folly dance in the freesoul energy, happily jumping off the edge of sanity.
Words: © 2018 Rosie Chee
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