#photo
I barely have a picture with you,
Never one with just us two.
But...
I remember the moments,
The good and the bad,
More than any picture could capture.
The day we met forever etched in my brain,
And every smile since,
Blessedly burned to my eyes.
Time after time,
Adventure calls.
We answered with devious smiles,
Ready to run amok, together.
I always forget to take pictures,
Too lost in the moment to care.
I never cared to take pictures,
I always thought you'd be there.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 1:55 AM UTC
I carry an old photo of you
wherever it is I go
So that even a walk through hell
can be mended by an angel's smile
It might be in my hat
or in a back pocket by itself
like you're walking next to me
and I feel you bleed out the borders
And you seep down my back
my chest, my legs, my feet
Right into my shoes
Every step becoming much heavier
I will carry you with me
until they find me cadaverlike
clutching onto the very thing
which gave me so much life
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 9:49 PM UTC
caught by surprise... flash !
your face bleached by the camera
you look like your trying to halt
some base emotion
something ticking fiercely
behind that beached expression
a hesitant question molesting
something you couldn't take back
once uttered
if uttered a destructive spell ?
would it turn us away from you
in revulsion ? would we feel
too deceived by this mystery
to maintain friendship ?
maybe we’d astound you
and bond with support and
understanding ? or maybe
behind it all you hide
simple disgust for the lot of us ?
perhaps i'm being silly
and you simply chose
a poor photo ?
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 9:13 PM UTC
I love mama, here,
in this old photo before --
she became mama.
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 2:16 AM UTC
Shoulders back,
chin up high,
I'm trying to look normal,
but this ID tells a lie,
and it is making me look
like a criminal.
This photo is ideal
with a serial number
on a mugger's profile,
on a database all alone.
My identity is distilled to this:
a stranger with a face of stone.
The camera captured everything
except my personality,
my smile, my kind eyes
and what makes me, me.
As my face became a moment,
falsified for bureaucracy.
©️Lizzie Bevis
May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 4:38 AM UTC
An angel's halo emerges from wispy clouds
Shades of blue blanket the night sky
Stillness
Wind softly rustles in the still night
A distant campfire crackles
Warm breeze rustling the hair from my face
Calmness
The sky and sea are one in the same
Distant stars glimmer afar
Enormous shadows guard the night
Breathtaking
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 1:51 PM UTC
That's how he has been:
that toddler, his little hands --
two little starfish.
May 11, 2024
May 11, 2024 at 2:59 AM UTC
one good pose, one good picture
the perfect timing
perfect conditions
clouds lined up
as the planets do
he puts his arm around her shoulders
and they talk
gazing over the cityscape
as if they're the only people in the world
*he's no gentleman
he's no man
she tells us stories
of his lies
we listen because
why wouldn't we?
we are them in physical form
a reminder of
why they're together
in the first place*
i snap a photo, a couple more
i don't dare
utter a distraction.
Jan 5, 2024
Jan 5, 2024 at 4:01 AM UTC
The dear family
photo, with a golden edge --
of melancholy.
Dec 23, 2023
Dec 23, 2023 at 2:08 AM UTC
Flat pillar of salt,
my fixed image of mama --
Beloved photo.
Sep 3, 2023
Sep 3, 2023 at 2:43 AM UTC
An instant inflection
Trapping all inbound vibes
Capturing the dark
Greys, all and sundry
A maternal carpetbagger
The lens a brush to the hand
Satisfying the eye
Blending
Stealing
Nailing life to its cross
Served on a glass plate
Hung in celluloid film
A halidian chemical paper
Projected in space
Manipulated
Embellished
Falsifying the real
Dealing the memory card
Drawing a full house
Indemnifying recollection
Satisfying an artful urge
Mar 18, 2023
Mar 18, 2023 at 10:59 AM UTC
Browsing through the gallary of my phone
I found none solo photo of him,
Never said I, "Father I want to click your photo, look here"
Now, he is gone
And I have started forgetting how he looked.
Jul 8, 2022
Jul 8, 2022 at 12:31 PM UTC
bathed in light
I can almost touch
it feels alive around me
enveloping
I feel my ancestors fear
and respect
as I capture it
on digital SD card
Jun 21, 2022
Jun 21, 2022 at 6:54 PM UTC
Usually it goes,
sometimes I'm happy, right then --
I take a photo.
Jan 23, 2022
Jan 23, 2022 at 2:56 AM UTC
I see the world
through the lens
of another mans eyes
shared experience
shot at 1/500th
of a second
f8
rainforest at sunset
a whole knowledge
of technical skill
expressed in an image
I can walk into
grateful
to be a part of it
Nov 9, 2021
Nov 9, 2021 at 7:20 PM UTC
a lover by day
and an artist by night
the epitome of perfection
let me paint you like you are
the heavenly piece of art you are
let the world see you through my eyes
the likes of an angel of love
sculpted by michelangelo
blessed by venus herself
brushstrokes simply cannot do you justice
50mm lens still cannot show the world the truth
cold clay cannot compare to eucalyptus eyes
forget these superficial takes
let's make art, my love
let's make love
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 7:55 AM UTC
Write down everything
you hate about them and burn
it with the photos
11:37 AM
24/12/20
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 7:38 PM UTC
#*
Orange huts
Fresh coat of paint
The colour that held the conical shaped
wooden frames
Lined by coconut and palms
The coastal land
Rainforest canopy
Tropical island
The bricks in white
Struck slant in the ground
Forming rows
On the pathway
At leisure rode
The valiant horse
Late evening when the tides came in
The sea swelled with the golden moon*#
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 7:27 PM UTC
It was the flash of colors,
Your eyes covered in the hair you hated so much.
Reds,
Blues,
Oranges,
Pinks.
Colors mushed together to find what made your heart beat out of your chest.
Blurry,
Blurry pictures of you.
Like you were always out of reach to me.
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 4:23 AM UTC
The inclination
Towards domestic superiority
Does not refund
Ideals lost at discarded gambles.
Stygian kin browser,
Rest abode,
No lark made your path.
Leave the tie bloodshed
At the desk (once)
Home torn
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 4:26 AM UTC
Our love is
like a polaroid-
it developed slowly and
even shaken along the way.
But no matter what our
perfect picture has endured,
it will always be worth framing
as long as you are
center frame.
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 5:33 AM UTC