The Dragon City, Sintra

Sintra is the capital of the dragon world. The trees are lofty and the plants giant. There, the dragons from all races (Earth, Water and Fire) come together and unite as one group. Sintra is a mysterious and magical place. Dragons live inside the enormous trees, orbs of light float silently around the city, and Earth dragons harmonize with the foliage to create pathways between the trees.

Sintra, the dragon city
(Photoshop magic by Grace Forciea)

Silence is Violence

Stay tuned for my new video.

We Didn't Notice Poetry Video

BIRDZILLA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGn7u8WlVMA

BIRDZILLA is a film I made based off of my bird's mischievous personality. Check it out with the link above!

(Some Photoshop magic)

Book Trailer

I'm currently working on a book trailer in order to promote my book. Here's a preview image.

Book Update

Hey guys! If you're wondering, I have decided to rewrite parts of my book so it may take a little longer than what I hoped to get it published. Stay tuned! And check out my website at graceforciea.com

Green Silk Worm

A poem inspired by the clashing of nature and humanity. (photos by me).

Green Silk Worm

Green worm idiling on a silk thread

Defiant to gravity as it swings across the sky

One glance seen

The next glance gone

A fond memory that is lost but not forgotten

Green silk worm on a shiny thread

Glistening in the last warm rays of the sun

One entity

A harmony between the earth and the trees

A remedy to the soul

Silent

And awaiting with eager eyes

Wanting the old connections to be made

Green silk worm

Greed                                                                     

Gluttony

Residing in the heart

A defined part of the mind

Touching the light

Despite the warning signs

Breaking the thread that ties two worlds together

Green silk worm

Falling

As the light fades

Into the open mouth

Of the grass weed

Birds

I'm a bit bird obsessed. Here are some pictures I took of birds from around the world.

 Florida bird (we named him Harold).

 Owl at a bird park

 Another Florida bird

Here's Harold again

I love the blue eyes on this one

 Pelican eye

Some wild parrots in a palm tree

This is a Takahe. There are only a few left in the world. We got the rare opportunity to see one in New Zealand.

A parrot from New Zealand

This little guy wanted my food when I was in Queenstown

A lovely looking pigeon from D.C.

This is probably my favorite picture. I took it in Colorado at the Garden of the Gods

This is my son. His name is Rocky.

Makhaira Girl Logo

I've been working on this little animation so I can put a logo in front of my videos. I hope to add more to my youtube channel soon.

Mountains

I thought I would share one of my favorite pictures I took from my trip to New Zealand. Enjoy.

We Didn't Notice Poetry Video

Me and my friends spent a day last week working on filming for my new poetry video. Here's some previews shots.

New Poetry Video

Check out my new poetry video for Fire King https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_O_gqZijQg&feature=youtu.be

We Didn't Notice

A poem about the environment

We Didn't Notice

By: Grace Forciea

We didn't notice

as we were driving on the freeway 

every morning

the land disappearing slowly

year after year

we didn't notice

our favorite wildlife thinning out

and not returning

we blamed it on migration

not an immigration up to heaven

we didn't notice

the gas guzzlers

pumping black smoke into the air

we didn't notice

we just went about our days

eating

drinking

sleeping

we didn't notice

that our food and our water 

was a bother to our bodies 

and the substance in our apples

wasn't natural or "organic"

we didn't notice 

that organic became a title for something real

we didn't notice

that the trees lost their leaves

during the summer and fell over in the winter

black cancer growing on their branches and eating at their cores

we didn't notice

that guns replaced text books and killing was a solution to a problem

like mass shootings minus a revolution 

would solve everything

we didn't notice

that green grass grew where snow melted in December

we didn't notice 

that every winter turned into spring

and the hum of bulldozers

could be heard over the horizon

we didn't notice

that the world was becoming a swimming pool with no lifeguards

and a flame was growing in the souls of every forest,

spreading until existence was a lost trend

in a dying world

Fire King

This is a poem that I wrote after watching the sunrise one morning in the woods.

Fire King
By: Grace Forciea

The colors die as the sun rises
higher in the air
a trumpet fanfare for a Fire King
a ring of reds and oranges
dancing in the winter crisp
bit by the beauty bug
shrugging off cloaks of golden silk
and Ruby blood pulsing through wild veins
rushing to the brain
a pin prick of pain
as we strain to touch the power of the sun
wishing to be one with the sky
lifted feet off the grey ground
floating with pink clouds around the world
handing sunrises to solemn people
and announcing the arrival of
new beginnings to a new day
And at night when the light
dwindles and fades
the gasp of infinity will fill the atmosphere
and a glance upward into the darkness
will take you away to a place where
sunrises are announced with the bringing of life
to replace the hues of fanfare.

Silent Beauty Poem

I just finished uploading my first poem to YouTube. Check it out at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rtdK18EC0Is

Away to New Places

I've been away for a while on my trip to New Zealand but I have returned. It was quite the trip, I saw the rare Takahe bird species, went bungee jumping headfirst off the worlds tallest cliff jump and traveled to some amazing places that have inspired me to reshape the landscape in my novel Dalith. Enjoy some of these pictures I took during my trip.

Milford Sound

 Ben Lommond Track

The Remarkables at Sunrise

Website

I just put up some of my artwork on my website go check it out! At graceforciea.com

Long Journey

I just finished final editing phase (stage 5) of chapter 7 out of 37. Hopefully everything will be cleaned up by summer. When I get more time on my hands I will be going back to working on my book trailer. . . .stay tuned!

His name is Norman

Website

Check out my website at graceforciea.com