SELF PORTRAIT

anti materialism

I moved BY HAND all of my belongings to the feild outside the art dept. at UW Stout for a sculpture class. The Goal: totally detach myself from maretialism. I counted, it took 15,000 steps and 17 trips back and forth a half a mile. BOOM!

Jenny 2010

KISS

Kiss

I loved kissing you on the bridge
You made me quiver deep in my heart
The butterflies were shaking in my organs of organs
Deep inside my soul
To the pitt of my being

Everything that existed stopped
For a moment in time
When we met lips

Lips of lips I am lost in your kiss
Underneath the picnic table
Listening to a compact disc
I could hold you forever

Your fingers fell over my skin
Like fiery silk on water
Gliding through galaxies
Not stopping to look at stars but to explode

Wheels a turning in your abyss of eyes
Staring into my soul
You can see my true essence

You move me up a mountain
You touch me like a goddess
i would worship you all night in the temple of my sheets

Smoking a cigarette
The smoke rises into the sunset
As your face touches mine

I am lost inside the world of you

MY MUSE

you are my musemy beautiful flower


dancing in the shower



on a cold winter night



you know how to make me warm



you know how to keep away the swarm



the swarm of bees that fly into me



stabbing my should with a sharp dagger



you divert them with your beauty



so mesmerizing and sweet



calm and cool



you weave through my body



like silk on water



you make me feel sick to my stomach



the loves bellows in my face



the smoke forms a cloud around us



protecting us from everything bad in this queotic world







you are me and i am you but we are separate



hug me, squeeze me until my organs fall out on the table



splat goes me heart on to the dinner plate



a nice human fleshy date



my brains spill on to the napkin



flowing like the ocean



my body falls apart



piece by piece



into the plater of you







you make me smile



you make me cry



i want to look into you abyss of eyes



until the end of time



you can call me mine







i







love



you







you



are



my



muse

 

MY MIND IS A VOLCANO

My life is crazy
My life is crazy happy
My life is crazy sad
My life is crazy mad
My life aint crazy bad
My life is crazy weird
My life is crazy everyday

I thanks God now that my life is crazy sober, every single day!
My brain is a volcano
It continually erupts
The lava never solidifies and the warm liquid flows down my body
I need to quick grab a pen or keyboard
To write all these burning ideas down
To capture the flame of thought
Before it escapes my brain
Forget but not forgot

My hands cannot keep up with my mind
I fear I might leave a thought behind

But I never look back
Have no regrets
Because every mistake I make holds my hand all of the time
My lessons walk with me in the middle of the night

GOLD LACED DARK KNIGHTS

You are my knight in shinning armor.  You shield protects you and I

against the violent corrupt greedy hate

that fuels the haters of the word.

Your shield is cast in solid gold.

A precious metal

As shiny element.

Pure and organic

Like your heart and mind

Honest and true

Loyal and blue

Sparkling in the moonlight

Shinning bright at the bottom of the sea.

I gaze up at you and in the night sky.

I point my love finger at you and

Your shield

I point and say

that is my knight in shinning armor

Solid GOLD, not steel

Gold is precious

Steal in worthless

Gold is sensitive,

You scratch it, it leaves a mark

A trace, a mistake, a lesson learned

A cut a scrape, a scar, a memory.

Steel is strong, it scares away the

Truth, it is the cornerstone

And literal founadtion of corrupt B.S,

Lies, greed, weapons, death war, loss,

waste and the lack of justice in our criminal system.

You are the ring on my finger.

I carry you everywhere; on my finger.

In my heart, mind body and soul You run through my veins like liquid gold.

Easily penetrated; hurt scsared abused.

We fall victim to hate because we are gold.

We have a golden past

Golden present and

Golden future.

That is what is real

SOLID GOLD

It is expensive

It is genuine

It is a natural element

It is not fool's gold or steel

Those metals are cheap

Cheap like a lie

Cheap Cheating

A good deal

An affordable skyscrapper,

A nail in Jesus hand,

A rail to transport coal,

The engine in your car,

The wing of a shooting jet,

The bullet in my heart,

The knife that stabbed my back

A can of corn

The loud brass horn

The thing to clip your nails

A clasp on a pets collar

A silver dollar

The bars that locked me in jail

The greyhound bus that left me

Broke and deserted,

A ruler to measure,

Brass knuckles to leave a mark

The tip of an acid dipped dart

A needle to inject

A flame to light the match.

MUSIC

http://youtu.be/jn6uUGCgpaQ

NEW BEGINNINGS

HEllo world! My name is Hannah Schroeder and I have a solo act right now called Phantom Vibrations. I play the guiar, bass guitar, madolin, violin, piano, harmonica and some drums.  I am a 24 year ols artist, musicain, runway model, figure drawing model, and student. Currently I am worling at Hamline University and studying visual arts at Minneapolis Community and Technical College. I live in the TwinCities in Minnesoata. I am half asain half white and I have traveled to 12 countries. I am fluent in English, Spanish and Portuguese. I hope you enjoy my art, music and other various creations. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder; behold my art.