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I can smell your perfume on the polaroid!
I can still taste your lips when I lick mine!
I was somewhere lost in the deep void!
Emptiness of your eyes looking just fine!
Surrounded by the full white chaos!
I don't remember where I was!
We made some great memories!
Captured through eyes in our brain!
I have collected all the stories!
I have collected happiness and pain!
I have collected mistakes and crimes!
All we were doing was havin' a good time!
m h John May 23
a nightmare isn’t something
that happens when you’re asleep
and a monster pops up from
underneath your bed,
a nightmare is something
that happens when i walk into my room
and i see every polaroid of you
and remember of how
all of those memories
are burned into my mind
all i’m left with is these stolen images
A taxi drove past
at two in the morning,
blurring through the street lamp halo
painted on the sidewalk.

A click.
Flash frozen,
stuck speeding stationary,
clipping the spotlight.
And the night hanging off the lamp pole
does not appreciate
being caged away
#11 in my Year One collection, from notes on 12/19
astraea Aug 2018
summer nights are best spent with you.
greedily scarfing down ice cream,
watching our feet touch the sky from old playground swings.

and the ones in your mom’s car
-the soft music, the hard music
singing to melodies that we’ll never know.

each night, we feel each’s wishes.
i, i want to give you fairs, and cotton candy,
and hold your hand as we walk along the sidewalk.

i want to twirl you around,
because though we’re very summer friends
i want to keep you forever.

our feet scrape the gravel,
toes tap the sidewalk,
noses breathe in the air.

distinctly, i remember something
-us in a concert,
our shoulders brushing as we danced.

i remember laughing with you in the water,
because i hated being short,
so naturally i had to climb you.

i remember every year
we laugh away these nights,
until they become memories.

they, were, definitely,
polaroid worthy.
you’d give a blank look.

and then spring would come again,
and we’d be sitting in your mom’s car,
watching the sunset again.

remember this?
for my friends (keekya)
Sudeshna D May 2018
​Is this your heart
Or a Polaroid?
Thick white borders hiding
The true picture inside.
E over c2 Apr 2018
As a kid growing up
All the way up til now
The one super power I've always wished for
Is to stop time

Because I've had problems
with saving the moment I have
Everything else seems to get in the way

But then you came along
And now my super power is any moment I have with you
Because in those moments the rest of the world stops for a little while
Time stops for a little while

And now in my pocket
A polaroid lies
And let's me stop time whenever I need
Whenever I look at you

So it seems my wish came true
Because now, I have you.
Sam Feb 2018
Stems of light, apprehended,
comprised in a frame 
of fuzzy, speckled imagery.
Memories etched, staining time
along spectrums once focused 
with refined precision.
Apparitions of past fragments,
transcend; condensed on fabric
weaved through the eye of a lens.
A poem about the moment a photograph is taken.
Sam Feb 2018
Physical cease, she fade to black as an apparition
reminiscing, playing host to these phantom visions
same derision, paint her frame through a jaded prism. 
Canvas stained, splash my page with a grave incision. 
Her blade caressed with fatal precision. 
Unstable conditions got me spinning off my axis, 
Piece myself together pulling ashes from the fragments.
Left murmuring the captions to memories captured,
polaroid backdrops that descend into blackness.
Lex Jan 2018
I wait
for our fate
like I wait
for a Polaroid
and as it slowly develops
I see you and me
Lunar Oct 2017
"When you're lonely,
what do you do?"

"I take pictures
of my favorite places."

"But why do you
keep taking
pictures of the same spots?"

"Because sometimes,
I wish
you'd appear
in one of them."

i take many pictures of my favorite places almost expecting you'd be what i captured, wjh.
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