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Nylee Mar 25
What is buried so deep inside
A memory so entwined
many lines and differing angles
The same frame can be seen
Differently with different lenses
Different outcome for every scene
Can alter all the things
And I would not remain
as the person I am
Kada Mar 18
Whatever you listen to the most will frame your life.
                                                           ­                                     -Kada
BE CAREFUL WITH WHO OR WHAT YOU LET IN YOUR LIFE!
A M Ryder Feb 27
Wayward in the depths
Soon the shark shall strike frame
Only then will we understand
How the thunder and rain
Could explain love and pain
In ways Shakespeare never could

Hoping only that
In the eye of every beholder
Is an artist who draws
Gentler conclusions
Than the ones we have about ourselves
Poetic T Feb 17
I used to follow every echo
             bellowing beneath
the subconscious frame work

                            that where
        hanging in my empty halls..


Before I realised that within these
                    representations of hollow
                                       imitations.

Were just blank obscure nothingness's
                        swallowing me within a
                                   kaleidoscope of false
                      pretext.

And then I saw that there was no picture
          as the  frame never existed
     beneath the
              echoes just shadows of insecurity...
SgScrib Feb 11
All that remains is the picture in the frame.
Its the time to work on your deeds,
Focus on your aim,
One step towards respect and fame.

Stop putting others on the edge of blame.
Forgive others, forgive yourself.
Today and tomorrow is not the same.

Today what is yours, will be someone else's tomorrow,
Life is just a game!
Don't let the child inside you to cram.
Recite prayers instead of needs,
And all your sorrows will fade.

As in the end, remember
All that remains is the picture in the frame.
Iska Dec 2018
Starring at the world
through a fractured freeze frame
Splintering my skin as I draw closer clawing to the faded paint only to end up on the other side
To a world as bland and gray as it was on the other side.
Phi Kenzie Sep 2018
I hid my old bed in the basement
of the last place I lived
sitting with the box spring and frame

It’s a great, full set
I had to let it go
roaming back home
which is nowhere near close
Nathalie Jul 2018
The rain stopped

Fine mist shaded the window

Elm trees radiated with dew


Birds nestled close

As the lark sang a melody

Squirrels scurried and played


Tranquility’s heartbeat

Matched the sway of the flowers

Synched to the cool spring breeze


Romance flooded her brain

Remembering the touch of his hand

And the rhythm of his breath



Eyes like the depth of the ocean

A smile that charmed

And a swagger difficult to forget


Years had passed

Yet pictures of him

Still flashed through her mind


Moments of stillness

Framed like the one before her

Revived his dormant memory



~Nathalie
outward brain stem hummock
     analogously, (asper bound
minuscule magnum opus)
     figuratively paginated with drowned
atavistic animal instincts

     roar back to life upon found
perceived or real threat adrenaline
     splashes cerebral hemispheres
     triggering body electric
     to become alert as a blood hound

countless millenniums ago
the flight or fight reaction apropos
when savage beasts
     threatened tribe with bro
whizzing primitive creatures some forced tweet crow

wing, thence railing, swooping,
     trouncing dough
main housing small cluster of emo
ting primates (gabbling in primal
     grunts and groans witnessing ruminants

     scurrying to and fro
survival of the fittest danger field
     thus by dint of inherent smarts didst grow
outwitting wily coyote, or other lion eyes, ***
ping automatic saving grace tactics recalled,
when looming predator doth woof
     and warp emergency arises,
     when debacle fore stalled
for time against getting mauled
whereby each subsequent ruse
out foxing fierce-some, hungry non a mew
zing potential breakfast, lunch,
     or dinner as the sorry loo

sir aye sic newt ton, sans this non nonsense game of "Life",
     which thru countless millenniums strategies grew
layered upon left and right cerebral hemispheres few
till hetty became diminished

     as con tra bands of bipedal hominids drew
upon accumulated storied history
     learned from Bubba Zayda's
     many times over motley crew

squirreling modus operandi
     wove (traversing eons)
     corpus collosum hair
     (more so nerve fiber weave

a microscopic whirled wide web linkedin
     left and right fist size gray matter
     coated with transparent integument
     custom made swiftly tailored sleeve

ah...proving grounds,
     when forebears of **** Sapiens
     touch and go tagged on permanent leave
     on par with imagining dragons easy to believe.
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