everything around you is blurry all my focus is pinpointed
your eyes shining while laughter light up your face all I see is you
sounds, smells, sights all come down to you
I'm coming out with a lot of photography themed stuff lately. Sorry if it's all weird I'm just really passionate with my photography stuff right now but It's to mushy half melted snow out for good photos. It just spills out into my poetry apparently. Don't worry I'll stop after this one, maybe.
You’re a flipped mirror upside wrong, right side right where you don’t belong, Can’t tell where the end begins, The horizon is the only thing that lives, Unless the bottom drops out into a free fall heaven, Taking with it the hopes that the reflection could be more than a hand made inception. Let me fall back into my own right side wrong. I wanna be in the background that finds its basis in the foreground, So maybe I’d believe that the beauty exists in me, So maybe the creativity could set me free.
I aim the old camera And focus for the subject As my fingers dance to adjust its settings For the perfect shot With my eye in the viewfinder I angle myself While feeling for the shutter button ... It's picture perfect
I don't remember your name And not everyone saw your picture the same But as you lay in the earth I can remember your joy to this day
You were sick and you weren't to eat But the doc said this wasn't an illness to beat
So a pizza was brought to you Mushrooms pepperoni sausage ricata cheese Slathered in sauce covering your face. Some one took a picture
Some one who saw it's beauty in it Some one who knew that in that picture purest joy was expressed
I do not remember your name but I can still see your face and I thank you
For in your graceful moments of enjoying every ounce of the morsels taste you remind me in dark days when staring into the bitterness of death, One slice of pizza can shed light, while it may not beat the unyielding pressance it stays at bay allowing for rest.
I work as a funeral director and while I was becoming licensed a younger man had his services with my funeral home. The family had a photo of this man eating pizza, to this day it is the single greatest photo I've ever seen. Days when things get tough I think back to how happy this man was to simply have a bit of his favorite food and it helps me look for what's good instead of the bad.
“Smile, my boy.” The dad, with a smile, said. The boy just shook his head.
“Please smile, son.” The dad said, his voice pained. Jaw muscles, the boy hadn’t strained.
“Smile, look at the cam, boy.” The dad said with a frown. The boy looked down.
“SMILE, BOY!” The dad shouted loud. The boy no longer bowed.
If i coulda advised my younger self i woulda just said "look straight g and force that smile, no problems caused." :) But if you think about it, isn't this just another variant of smiling to hide our true emotions?
Were Paging my favorite book With a cup of hot chocolate & Reading diplomatic poems ... Got bored . . Wear my socks again Bring my coat & camera Run away... . . Shlup shloop Wet snow wets my boots Seeing patterns designed on the wall(seem not professional) but charming . . Low key light screamed on my eyes slow down please. you're low contrast _ok Then fade away
My eyes, that I carry in my hand. They let me hold the beauty of this land.
Just a square, it’s not much to revel, Even with its grid and with its level.
It goes beyond some glass and metal, It opens my heart and mind just like a kettle. The steam and scream find their place in self esteem, Because through these eyes the world gives sighs, And I finally find a reason why life looks oh so green.