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Graff1980 Apr 2015
Used to be
Click and see
What comes next
Polaroid
Then came digital
Now we can see
What develops
Instantly
Àŧùl Feb 2015
I know of just too many Cyclopes,
Let me describe one of them better,
The one who preys on values of men.

So miniature he is - mere few inches,
So often in our pockets he is found,
So crooked he is with a single eye.

When among beautiful babes & gals,
He is active getting used in clicking,
Also used up is he sometimes by fishy men for fishier purposes.

This Cyclops was filming one such similar affair with a lady unaware,
Stripped naked was her body exposed to that bare,
Trick or truth, clothed or naked, she thought not about this cyborg Cyclops filming her **** ever in her wildest of fears.

The young lady is then blackmailed by the Cyclops's master,
"Be quiet about it and serve us in our industry,"
Threatened with publishing publicly of the moments - she gives in to this blackmail.
The old version developed some technical snag.

Cameras - often hidden - are instrumental in aiding the potentially harmful and ill-mannered people from the much controversial **** industry.

My advising people should not be taken lightly - **** industry has become a large entity with major collections from hidden cameras.

Check your hotel/other place of personal & private activities for hidden cameras if at all you are going to trust someone with all of your mind, body and soul.

My HP Poem #685
©Atul Kaushal
Mel Harcum Feb 2015
She has a bruise on her left knee
reminiscent of science-book nebulas,
and the veins reaching into her palm
look like the ivy vines wrapped around
the old oak at the end of my grandmother’s

driveway. But as she presses contacts into each eye,
her pupils dilate and contract like a camera
lens shifting to accommodate for motion
blurry as her unaided vision, and her wrists
crack as if made of ill-fitted cogs chipping away--

both a tempest-tide and midnight snowfall,
yet the sum of neither.
Anneke Feb 2015
I went on a nature walk
with no idea,
no preparation,
only to take some pictures.

At a certain point
I got lost
with no phone
no one but me,
my thoughts,
and the layers of
cold sunken through.

I had no idea where I was,
only faith that I would get out
at some point
if I kept going.

I forgot everything
except this poem, my camera, and my next step.
Paul Butters Jan 2015
Film and television cameras:
Roving eyes for many of us.
But are We the cameras on the world
For an audience somewhere out there
Beyond the stars?

Our world: a studio for countless films.
The animal race a production crew
For programmes watched by spirit beings.

And who collects these reels of Life?
Where is The Director?
What Company employs us all?

Those with feelings of Déjà vu do ask:
Which Take are we doing now?
And Minds of Science claim
We can Forward Fast or Rewind.

It’s one great mystery of course:
The longest journey of them all.
A soap opera to beat all others:
This film called “Life”.

Paul Butters
Keep thinking this eye camera thing.......
Meg Howell Jan 2015
Take me to the place
with streets of gold
and flowing green pastures
where there's no lack of sunshine
even when it's raining
and I can eat with my favorite people
whom were long gone before me
I can spend my days writing
about whatever thought fills my mind
I'll go on far out adventures
maybe to the moon
or atleast to the stars
I'll climb a tree and read a book
It'll be a living fairytale
There'll be lots of swing dancing & Frank Sinatra in this world
With a wonderful fill of Audrey Hepburn & Alfred Hitchcock movies
I can see a drive in theater in the distance
Along with a cute little diner
And a Polaroid camera
To capture my fantasy
And keep it locked away
Swathi eruvaram Jan 2015
The toy monkey and the big furry teddy
Your little legs and tiny toes
Mosaic floors and the walls beside
Basket ball rings and the boy inside
These are a few of the things that you clicked

Sparkling eyes and a perfect nose
Multiple selfies and momma says cheese
The blue tricycle and big building blocks
Grandma and grandpa are also on the list
These are a few of the things that you clicked

You want to make a picture of everything you see
But there's no roll, no lens, no shutter, no flash
It's just a toy cam
But the smile on your face brings everything to life
Yesterday my son was busy clicking pictures with his new toy cam
Brittle Bird Jan 2015
1; Every time I think hard about a theoretical concept, the rest of my thought processes become out of focus, like on a camera, and I find it hard to speak in regular conversation as that fades.

2; I think dark blood is beautiful, but light red looks too much like small talk.

3; As you can probably tell, people make me feel like I'm drowning in a foreign sea.
For the series.
ruby stains Dec 2014
she was like taking a
::picture:: with a video camera;
she couldn't capture
///ever yt hi n g.///
Ва агар он зан чаҳор шумораи буд : if she was number four in tajik form
Sydney Marie Sep 2014
Its a memory captured forever, in its own little flat object, that can be torn with the slightest touch.
Sometimes its all we have left of a previous adventure or maybe the night that no one remembers.
Humans need to treasure these moments for as long as they can, some might not want to because of reasons, others might not be able to control what they forget.
Memories will fade and turn into nothing, photos will fade too, but they go black and white and stay forever.
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