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Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Death strikes from out of no where
Takes our loved ones, it doesn't care
Left to live on without them
Left to carry on without that gem
Leaves an empty space
That no amount of time can erase
Left with only memories
Sadness in diffrent degrees
Smiles and tears
Thinking back throughout the years
Flipping through old pictures
Knowing that they had made your life richer
Hoping this is not completely the end
Hoping that on some distant plane you'll see them again
Ava Bean Feb 2016
He takes photos.
His books are filled
With spilled coffee.
Wavy sun ray hair
Lime green citrus eyes
Sturdy safe shoulders
Rich, melted dark chocolate voice
Pouty peony puckers
Stolen lenses
Quirky movies
Oversized sweaters to cover his quivering hands when he cautiously holds hers.
He reminds me of a child's desk
That was personalized by doodles dinged and carved into it over the years
The desk that his parents probably adore.
He is a collage of all the things he photographs.
He takes pictures of anything and everything
To make himself whole.
about a very beautiful person
Darby Feb 2016
Pictures are lies with faces.
They seem like happy people in happy places
behind the ink, they’re a pile of court cases

Pictures show us what we want to see
they all lock their doors and swallow the key
When the cameras come out they sit down for tea

and pretend nothing happened.
Ajey Pai K Feb 2016
I wonder sometimes, what would happen to those pictures of ours which we uploaded a long time ago?

What would happen to them when they have got all their likes and entertained all their comments?

What would happen to those pictures which would remain unseen for a generation?

What would happen to those pictures with real smiles when they remain lonely in a corner of the internet?

What would, indeed happen to those pictures which cannot speak but shout out a thousand words of feelings?

And what would happen to that person in the picture after long time of its uploading?

What would happen to that smile which seemed so radiant in the picture and what would happen to it now?

When a picture serves memory, it serves us purpose. Of relief and of aspiration. Of happiness and of freedom.

When pictures show smiles, it shows the version of the person that we are, deep down in our minds. The person we would seldom become in our real life.

If pictures could speak, they would only like us to be happy as we were at the time when it was clicked: forever.

Only if we were as happy as we look in our pictures.
wake up to a new world and realize that happiness isn't an illusion
Arturo Hernandez Dec 2015
Carrizo, lamina,
Cemento, y varilla.
Mi casa
Su casa
Sus casas.
Te busco
Te deseo
Y no te encuentro.
Fotos
Mapas
y Recuerdos
Es donde te tengo.
Escucha,
Habla y dime,
Como esta
Mi pueblo.
Villa de Etla,
Querida,
Adorada.
Martin Narrod Dec 2015
what're you doing with those faces
I don't even want to talk about it
our bed fare has gotten exciting
it's interesting they say it takes a village
but Sunday it'll have taken just a year

the landslide is down to its knees
I don't want it to leave I don't write letters anymore
this city is cold now and it's time to go
when will I catch a break or even just a drift
the coastline is calling, the water is coming after me

from your elbows I draw strings to the back of your arms
little spiderwebs and chills to the top of your back
I can climb highways and descend from the stars
but I don't drink deserts and I certainly don't write letters anymore

she's a cocktail of pride, stirring anger and envy into a crowd
avoid her like a power line downed on the ground
dropping off bed linens covered with blood
I know where the going gets going and knowing implodes
inside the brain and sweats off the brow
there are only so many shapes we can try to ignore
can I just show you pictures of when you were happy before
axr Nov 2015
and now the four of us
are like strangers.
with our secrets,we don't let them look past the curtains.
we smile for the pictures and act like we're perfect.
Matt Nov 2015
Pictures last for centuries
Some still feel regret
Love, laughter, memories
For the feelings that never left

Tangible emotions
Enfold your heart and soul
Rewind back to the time
When love was warm as coal

Happiness at its pinnacle
All stars became aligned
Empty it was to be cynical
For love, you are sublime

Pictures are a sentiment
Feelings sealed in the heart
Liberated at the excitement
Tracing back from the start

Picture back in time
To a delightful happy me
Her cheek pressed up to mine
We smiled and count to three

It flashed before my eyes
For no love could ever outdo
After three years I realize
That love, I always loved you

Pictures only last for centuries
Take advantage never
Make fulfilling memories
So love can last forever
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