Meet Jinx, an open minded and talented 16 year old girl originally from Brooklyn, but currently reciding in Wilmington, Delaware. Her artistry is amazing and her talent is inspirational; from her poetry to her photography to her drawings to her fashion sense. Her art expresses her genuine creativity and her love for what she does. In this exclusive feature, we're sharing a bit of her work. Check it all out after the jump. Here's a sneak:
“It’s not me, it’s you”
By Jinx
Diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me.
Yet I couldn’t see,
you weren’t what I made you to be.
I’ve some how managed to lose clarity’s sight.
This is now a diming gleam lost in the depth’s of night,
From soaring into golden skies to longing for harsh goodbyes
Your eyes, gorgeous pools of amber that I once wished to float in.
Gasping breaths,
flooded lungs,
I’m drowning.
I try to concentrate on a cure yet,
I just find what I can’t ignore.
I front like everything’s hunky-dory
But it’s a whole different story.
But it’s a whole different story.
I was blinded to all your flaws, excepting the illusion that you had none.
I’ve now run out of fingers and toes to count them all.
It makes me sick, it makes me cringe, I am ill, what happened?
‘Cause you don’t know the pain I feel when I see you smilin’
This bitter yuck, this sour resentment.
What happened?
How could love be so kind and so gentle;
Yet turn and be so cold?
I hate to watch you fall from your pedestal but you’re mangled scraps of metal
Not shimmery plaques of gold.
Poetry:
“It’s not me, it’s you”
By Jinx
Diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me.
Yet I couldn’t see,
you weren’t what I made you to be.
I’ve some how managed to lose clarity’s sight.
This is now a diming gleam lost in the depth’s of night,
From soaring into golden skies to longing for harsh goodbyes
Your eyes, gorgeous pools of amber that I once wished to float in.
Gasping breaths,
flooded lungs,
I’m drowning.
I try to concentrate on a cure yet,
I just find what I can’t ignore.
I front like everything’s hunky-dory
But it’s a whole different story.
But it’s a whole different story.
I was blinded to all your flaws, excepting the illusion that you had none.
I’ve now run out of fingers and toes to count them all.
It makes me sick, it makes me cringe, I am ill, what happened?
‘Cause you don’t know the pain I feel when I see you smilin’
This bitter yuck, this sour resentment.
What happened?
How could love be so kind and so gentle;
Yet turn and be so cold?
I hate to watch you fall from your pedestal but you’re mangled scraps of metal
Not shimmery plaques of gold.
- This is an “anti-love” poem. The person has fallen out of love and is venting about it.
Dear _______ I _______ You
By
Jinx
Those words, their meanings;
Interrupt’n my flow and my self righteous being
Tall walls; over bearing, stretching, hunching, sky scraping.
Blocking me from you;
Stopping us from being two.
You are you and I are I, Let’s put two and two together.
Why not? Why?
Let us be!
I want to scream over roof tops, crushing my lungs, I want you to see.
Read the lyrics in my eyes, how what needs to be said are tears I shant not cry.
Your loves the H2o when the well runs dry
Quench my thirst, keeps me alive.
You feel what I mean?
I play sweet words over and over in my mind.
Waiting and longing to whisper them to you in time.
Stop, I see your face, you see mine.
Time is lapsing, we are frozen, heat rising to our cheeks.
This is too sweet.
I open my mouth and unlatch lies.
We argue: who is she, who is he, what are we? I hate you!
Those words
They’re scratching, bruising. You’re leaving.
Those words
They are not mine, they are not my meaning.
I am up to both sides of my heart, my lungs, my eyes.
The Oropharynx, Nasopharynx, the larynx, the trachea
All on fire at once; the pains moving up
No breathing, no blood flowing, my chest is caving.
I’m full of apologies with an every now and then plead,
Crying: Love me.
I’m writing what I cannot say.
The fact is my voice; my words are what’s hurting you in every way.
Here is that one amazing letter.
But time just isn’t in my favor, making me too late.
Here was that one amazing letter that was going to bring us back together.
- In this person was in a relationship for a long time and took it for granted.
Q&A:
Q: What part of brooklyn are you originally from?
A: I'm from Fort Green. So I Guess You Can say Clinton Hill.
Q: When did you start writing poetry?
A: I started madd young; I guess around when I was eight.
Q: When do you find yourself writing the most?
A: Well I'm a random person so I find myself writing most when I least expect it or when I just experienced something that I know can be related to spiritually and emotionally, no matter how ridiculous. So anytime and any place pretty much.
Q: Any inspirations?
A: Some people that give me inspiration are my dad who is a major influence because he is the reason I started and still continue. Also Shel Silverstein, Taylor Mali, and Julia Overly. But I really get inspiration from anything and everything.
Q: What’s your favorite book?
A: Favorite book... Would be The Autobiography Of Malcolm X and A Piece Of Heaven, by Sharon Dennis Wyeth.
Q: What do you see yourself doing ten years from now?
A: Ten years from now I find myself in one way or another in happiness no matter how cliche that sounds, that's what I want. I also possibly working on a magazine; Nylon preferably. Also continuing with my wirting and art work which I hope by then to be noticed, published, etc.
Q: Any other hobbies?
A: Hobbies... day dreaming, page doodling, traveling, getting lost and being lost lol. Chillin with my friends being outrageous and obnoxious. Finding good music and spending money I don't have. lol
Q: What would be your advice to younger kids with similar interests as you?
A: My advice would be to keep dreaming and accept all that is given. Don't waste an opportunity but see it as a chance to pursue. Take a chance to make something happen not just wait till it does. "It's one thing to question authority; you have to speak with it too." Being often seen as an outcast because of what you wish to create is a beautiful thing. It shows that the someone is noticing, if you're not thought provoking, you're bringing some sort of emotion.
Photography:
-Photoshoot
-Brooklyn.. duhhh
-Hollywood Blvd.
-Venice Beach, CA
Artwork:
-"Juliano"
-"Thnx Silent Noise"
-"Sr. Cudi"
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