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Sam Knaus Nov 2014
They say if you want to know
what someone is afraid of losing,
pay attention to what they photograph.
Maybe that's why I take so many pictures
of you and I together.
kavisha shah Oct 2014
A picture of you caught me off guard
It felt like a dream, this story of ours
The silence stretched, we drifted apart
And now, I am left with memories, maybe a farce

A picture of you caught me off guard
Looking at you, wondering what you looked like then
Details fade away, like an oft-seen postcard
And now, I am fighting to remember you, my friend

A picture of you caught me off guard
I had stored away, away from my heart
That sweet smile was like a noise, screeching and loud
And now, I lay in silence, yearning for a new start
I wrote this last night..and I am not very sure about this piece as it is something I wrote after almost 8months of writing nothing. Still it just came out so I was compelled to write it. Hope this opens opens up the door of words and poems that has been shut for quite sometime now.
Zia Oct 2014
I believe that a word paints a thousand pictures.
     making you feel,
     if not many things,
     at least something

Believe that a word paints a thousand pictures.
     it is more than it seems
     when said
     more powerful than it looks like
     when written

A word paints a thousand pictures.
     helping you feel,
     envision,
     creating something
     this world has never seen

                                      .....or felt.
Victoria Apr 2014
Some are jealous of my life
because it is the single strife

   No kids to  to clean up after    
No roles for the actor

    No husband to answer to
No nightly deja vu

   No cooking and cleaning that must be done
No filled minivans, on the run

   No soccer practice, no paintings to hang
No afternoon quarrels of who should pick up the 'tang'

   The grass is always greener
I always say
For my nights and days are filled with gray

   I cook and clean for myself
For these are the cards I've been dealt

   No one to answer to
No quarrels or games

This life alone is such a shame

   The pictures I hang are of my travels
But all I want are crayonned marvels

   A family of which to call my own
More than a dog to fill my home

   I pray on my knees
to give me all of these
That which is greener over sees
Shirah Chante Sep 2014
Sexting Texting What a mess! Texting sexting Do you wanna have ***? Flirting How about that ***** Taking naked pictures galore? How can I compete With all that meat That’s got you hooked On a fishing reel Pulling you in So you can spill All over them All the time While you’re here On my dime Resurfacing What’s going on On your phone Am I the only one you’re surfing? I think not! I doubt it a lot! No wonder I didn’t get it. Rehearsing I need a shot! For what I got, Is not enough! Working On this thing, Give me a swing, Stuck in a child. Nursing Or did you not **** the breast Big and full On your mama’s chest? Churching What happened to that spot? Not enough. You got a lot. Cursing Sexting texting Guess I’ll join the game. Texting sexting Maybe this will bring me fame. Or will I proclaim Your name?

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Liv Sep 2014
Blurry pictures, though hard to deceifer, tell more than the clearer copy.
Blurry pictures show that life, though chaotic, is truly beautiful.
Blurry pictures show the real and raw reality.
axr Sep 2014
I see the moon in its waning phase

The cold,dark night it chose to embrace.

Turning itself into crimson orange and white,

illuminating the surroundings with its light.

It sinks itself and is nowhere to be seen.

The street lamp flickers,

leaving me thinking

If my eyes could take pictures.

The sky is the unusual shade of purple and blue,

the sun will show itself soon.

My lungs enjoy the fresh air

while my body screams for rest.

The breeze hits my body and makes me shiver

My eyes are desperate to click this picture.

The clouds form an unusual pattern,

something even my phone refuses to capture.

A delay of a few seconds and it's gone.

8 megapixels are not enough for this beauty.

The sun continues to shine fiercely.

Here I stand questioning myself,

Why can't my eyes take pictures?

The sky is a beautiful mixture of two

one half of it is orange,the other blue.

Sweat stings my eyes and my body

screams for relief.

But the view of the sky is something I refuse to believe.

In a matter of minutes, it turns itself into electric blue.

Making a breathtaking view.

Someday our human eyes will be strong enough,

Someday they will take pictures.

Someday we shall look past our desire to be perfect.

And live life hard with every breath.
Wrote it in late 2011.
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