"photobooth" poems - Hello Poetry

at the time a polaroid was a mark of friendship so we decided to go raid a photobooth but the pictures never captured they didn't get the time to because across the street was a fancy new camera shop with a fancy new cashier who had pretty, pretty hair and could actually fit into a polaroid with you and i was surrounded by the walls of a madhouse from inside the photobooth because you entangled the curtain entrance so i was locked in i wanted to see nothing so i stared directly into the camera lenses hoping the flash would blind me because apparently you're blinded and happy but i hit the wrong button and the flash never came but there were pictures printed just of your hands around her waist i took about 50 copies and taped them to the lampposts lining abandoned cemeteries i tossed the receipt into the lake, i scattered the letters of your name into the rain

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Jul 7, 2014

Jul 7, 2014 at 3:44 AM UTC

veganvagabond

photobooth

at the time a polaroid was a mark of friendship so we decided to go raid a photobooth but the pictures never captured they didn't get the time to because across the street was a fancy new camera shop with a fancy new cashier who had pretty, pretty hair and could actually fit into a polaroid with you and i was surrounded by the walls of a madhouse from inside the photobooth because you entangled the curtain entrance so i was locked in i wanted to see nothing so i stared directly into the camera lenses hoping the flash would blind me because apparently you're blinded and happy but i hit the wrong button and the flash never came but there were pictures printed just of your hands around her waist i took about 50 copies and taped them to the lampposts lining abandoned cemeteries i tossed the receipt into the lake, i scattered the letters of your name into the rain

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There's alot of things that i think about now that sends signals of pain to my head When they pop up in random moments fleeting moments of significant memories I once held so dear. But i can't think about them anymore I'm not allowed to remember. Remember how much i miss the color of your walls deep red And how long i spent looking up at them when we layed in your room The way the sunlight came in and bounced off the walls Giving your room an eery red glow even though you never let me part the curtains. Remember how much i miss your bed spread how much comfier it was then mine The amount of time we spent entangled in them watching movies and playing games Kissing touching I feel you most when i'm alone I feel your ghost still around. Remember how much i miss having my fingers tangled in your hair Or the way you were scared of being alone when it rained hard When we went to the theme park for my birthday and we got on the ride i was terrified of But you were so excited about it and so brave so in some way I enjoyed it more with you. Definitely not allowed to remember when you took me on our first date you made me try your salad and i almost puked You got overexcited and tipped the waiter too much Or the first time we ever met on that really awkward double date and the awful Photobooth picture with them we were in the background of 2/4 of it And i'm pretty sure that was my favorite worst picture of us ever I wish i still had it. That's right; I miss your euphonious voice in my ears I miss the time we spent together even if it was ephemeral It was the best year of my life I miss the corny photo we had that so many people thought was oh so charming Every photo of us was really we looked so clinquant next to each other, Even though that was all just chimerical. I miss it all I have dredged up that word about you so many times it's almost sickening How i've wanted only one person for so long the mere idea of someone else touching me makes me Want to throw up I miss your smile most of all so much It lit up the once so quiescent soul of mine I feel like this longing for you will be sempiternal. Can you miss someone so much it starts too circulate in your veins? I guess sometimes someone gets under your skin and as much as you feel you must tear apart that part of yourself No matter how many years have past you feel if you ever did that you'd lose a part of yourself. Well that part of me died a long time ago.

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Oct 24, 2013

Oct 24, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC

lara-m

Overused word.

There's alot of things that i think about now that sends signals of pain to my head When they pop up in random moments fleeting moments of significant memories I once held so dear. But i can't think about them anymore I'm not allowed to remember. Remember how much i miss the color of your walls deep red And how long i spent looking up at them when we layed in your room The way the sunlight came in and bounced off the walls Giving your room an eery red glow even though you never let me part the curtains. Remember how much i miss your bed spread how much comfier it was then mine The amount of time we spent entangled in them watching movies and playing games Kissing touching I feel you most when i'm alone I feel your ghost still around. Remember how much i miss having my fingers tangled in your hair Or the way you were scared of being alone when it rained hard When we went to the theme park for my birthday and we got on the ride i was terrified of But you were so excited about it and so brave so in some way I enjoyed it more with you. Definitely not allowed to remember when you took me on our first date you made me try your salad and i almost puked You got overexcited and tipped the waiter too much Or the first time we ever met on that really awkward double date and the awful Photobooth picture with them we were in the background of 2/4 of it And i'm pretty sure that was my favorite worst picture of us ever I wish i still had it. That's right; I miss your euphonious voice in my ears I miss the time we spent together even if it was ephemeral It was the best year of my life I miss the corny photo we had that so many people thought was oh so charming Every photo of us was really we looked so clinquant next to each other, Even though that was all just chimerical. I miss it all I have dredged up that word about you so many times it's almost sickening How i've wanted only one person for so long the mere idea of someone else touching me makes me Want to throw up I miss your smile most of all so much It lit up the once so quiescent soul of mine I feel like this longing for you will be sempiternal. Can you miss someone so much it starts too circulate in your veins? I guess sometimes someone gets under your skin and as much as you feel you must tear apart that part of yourself No matter how many years have past you feel if you ever did that you'd lose a part of yourself. Well that part of me died a long time ago.

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...................... Toscar Crash! Two red cells, Smash! Blood and teeth - Mash! Upper lip? Rash! ........... Boy In Barfly Oh yeah, like that - your tongue’s a feather Flamingo pink, Wet with weather, Drowning in the mouth of me. Cherry stems Locked together. ....... Aw. "Please?" "No". "But I -" "Go." "Just one kiss? I’ll make it quick!" **** off Arthur, you make me sick." ......... Photobooth Julia is on my knee, Grinding like a toy. Her hands are at the back of my neck And she says "Come on then, boy." and flicks *** ash at my lap. FLASH! ....... Jack I love the taste of your spit. I like it when you let it drip with me pinned beneath you like a doll, my mouth open like a **** letting you drown my crooked teeth letting you dribble your DNA down my bottleneck throat. ******* hell Jack! You are a terrible kisser...!) ....... Dee We’re both naked, But I don’t want to do anything but kiss you. Not right now, anyway. You’re so fragile, darling, And so small, And your mouth is the pink wax seal On the envelope of my life.

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Sep 7, 2013

Sep 7, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC

a-mareship

six kisses

...................... Toscar Crash! Two red cells, Smash! Blood and teeth - Mash! Upper lip? Rash! ........... Boy In Barfly Oh yeah, like that - your tongue’s a feather Flamingo pink, Wet with weather, Drowning in the mouth of me. Cherry stems Locked together. ....... Aw. "Please?" "No". "But I -" "Go." "Just one kiss? I’ll make it quick!" **** off Arthur, you make me sick." ......... Photobooth Julia is on my knee, Grinding like a toy. Her hands are at the back of my neck And she says "Come on then, boy." and flicks *** ash at my lap. FLASH! ....... Jack I love the taste of your spit. I like it when you let it drip with me pinned beneath you like a doll, my mouth open like a **** letting you drown my crooked teeth letting you dribble your DNA down my bottleneck throat. ******* hell Jack! You are a terrible kisser...!) ....... Dee We’re both naked, But I don’t want to do anything but kiss you. Not right now, anyway. You’re so fragile, darling, And so small, And your mouth is the pink wax seal On the envelope of my life.

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at the time a polaroid was a mark of friendship so we decided to go raid a photobooth but the pictures never captured they never got the time to because across the street was a fancy new camera shop with a fancy new cashier who had pretty, pretty hair and could actually fit into a polaroid with you but i hit the wrong button and the flash never came but there were pictures printed just of your hands around her waist i took about 50 copies and tossed the receipt into the lake, i scattered the letters of your name into the rain.

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Jul 30, 2016

Jul 30, 2016 at 3:25 AM UTC

nokomisadonis

(from my old account) photobooth

at the time a polaroid was a mark of friendship so we decided to go raid a photobooth but the pictures never captured they never got the time to because across the street was a fancy new camera shop with a fancy new cashier who had pretty, pretty hair and could actually fit into a polaroid with you but i hit the wrong button and the flash never came but there were pictures printed just of your hands around her waist i took about 50 copies and tossed the receipt into the lake, i scattered the letters of your name into the rain.

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I hope we forget all of our passwords So we cannot delete our Facebook posts. I hope we still remember good ol' Myspace; I hope we're haunted by our Twitter ghosts. I hope that we'll go back and click on pictures That we took on Apple Photobooth I hope I will remember that one status Said I was 'in a relationship' with you. I hope we leave them open for our children I hope they'll laugh at how we're old I hope they'll look back at our high school photos. I hope we'll reminisce on videos. I hope that we'll go back and click on pictures That we took on Apple Photobooth I hope someday I'll tweet about that one time When I was 'in a relationship' with you

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Jan 10, 2013

Jan 10, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC

bms-poetry-club

Remember

I hope we forget all of our passwords So we cannot delete our Facebook posts. I hope we still remember good ol' Myspace; I hope we're haunted by our Twitter ghosts. I hope that we'll go back and click on pictures That we took on Apple Photobooth I hope I will remember that one status Said I was 'in a relationship' with you. I hope we leave them open for our children I hope they'll laugh at how we're old I hope they'll look back at our high school photos. I hope we'll reminisce on videos. I hope that we'll go back and click on pictures That we took on Apple Photobooth I hope someday I'll tweet about that one time When I was 'in a relationship' with you

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top 5 things I miss about you: 1) the sunburn on the back of your legs the way you flinched at the touch of aloe; peeling off your skin layer by layer 2) dancing high in your room to Pulp Fiction; trying desperately not to wake your parents, standing in your driveway as minutes feel like hours 3) our horrific inability to take a single good photobooth picture 4) driving driving home from the beach, sand coating your mats sitting in cars writing poems, while you wrench tires underneath me pulling into parking garages to photograph torn stockings against the car’s blue exterior your hand on my thigh driving back from Ludlow, as I am fast asleep breaking your backseat as I ****** myself into you you naming it after me 5) your drunken texts; your colloquial musings at 3 a.m. your professions, your proclamations waking up your grounded words, despite your swaying body. I long for your surprise pronouncements while I sleep alone 551 kilometers away.

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Jun 6, 2016

Jun 6, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC

rebecca-gismondi

high fidelity

top 5 things I miss about you: 1) the sunburn on the back of your legs the way you flinched at the touch of aloe; peeling off your skin layer by layer 2) dancing high in your room to Pulp Fiction; trying desperately not to wake your parents, standing in your driveway as minutes feel like hours 3) our horrific inability to take a single good photobooth picture 4) driving driving home from the beach, sand coating your mats sitting in cars writing poems, while you wrench tires underneath me pulling into parking garages to photograph torn stockings against the car’s blue exterior your hand on my thigh driving back from Ludlow, as I am fast asleep breaking your backseat as I ****** myself into you you naming it after me 5) your drunken texts; your colloquial musings at 3 a.m. your professions, your proclamations waking up your grounded words, despite your swaying body. I long for your surprise pronouncements while I sleep alone 551 kilometers away.

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we scale the monument like mountain climbers on statues. pictures and a bride becoming a wife in the rain. with my shoes soaked through i can’t hold in my laughter and for a few moments we are so happy. cramming into a photobooth we will stack on top of each other the way the city stacks houses on houses on houses. all of san francisco reaching up into the sky.

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Apr 17, 2013

Apr 17, 2013 at 11:17 PM UTC

e-i-alvarez

san francisco, ca

we scale the monument like mountain climbers on statues. pictures and a bride becoming a wife in the rain. with my shoes soaked through i can’t hold in my laughter and for a few moments we are so happy. cramming into a photobooth we will stack on top of each other the way the city stacks houses on houses on houses. all of san francisco reaching up into the sky.

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I kept everything perfumed letters a dated Polaroid photo words of love on index cards a half filled journal stitches in material a braided bracelet several "I love you" notes a birthday card comedic Valentines a photobooth collage forever-perfect flowers a get well soon card pennies in an envelope a fortune cookie wrapper dried up sunflowers an apology And I can't bring myself to trash, deface, rip, burn, or forget any of them

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Apr 28, 2015

Apr 28, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC

l-4

Momentos

I kept everything perfumed letters a dated Polaroid photo words of love on index cards a half filled journal stitches in material a braided bracelet several "I love you" notes a birthday card comedic Valentines a photobooth collage forever-perfect flowers a get well soon card pennies in an envelope a fortune cookie wrapper dried up sunflowers an apology And I can't bring myself to trash, deface, rip, burn, or forget any of them

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why don't we talk anymore? we used to call each other every single day filmed ourselves and pretend we had a cooking show ****** around on photobooth whispered our worries that boys won't like us when i think of best friend, your name doesn't come to mind right away anymore you're more of an afterthought a had-been, a-used-to-be i want to be the first person you call when something amazing happens not hear about it from a mutual friend i want you to text me first and actually stay invested in the conversation i want you to invite me to hang out to reconnect i want you to want to be best friends again

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Apr 20, 2014

Apr 20, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC

akron-family

friend

why don't we talk anymore? we used to call each other every single day filmed ourselves and pretend we had a cooking show ****** around on photobooth whispered our worries that boys won't like us when i think of best friend, your name doesn't come to mind right away anymore you're more of an afterthought a had-been, a-used-to-be i want to be the first person you call when something amazing happens not hear about it from a mutual friend i want you to text me first and actually stay invested in the conversation i want you to invite me to hang out to reconnect i want you to want to be best friends again

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Razors and craft knives Pictures of withering people Cigarettes and alcohol and you Your voice lilts dangerously Your way with words is deadly Drawing me back in to LOVE YOU HATE YOU LOVE YOU HATE ME Dropping too fast to follow with your (beautiful, hazel, misleading) eyes Thanks for the hit I needed the poison

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Aug 8, 2016

Aug 8, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC

polychroma

another form of self harm is looking at the old photobooth pictures where you loved me

Razors and craft knives Pictures of withering people Cigarettes and alcohol and you Your voice lilts dangerously Your way with words is deadly Drawing me back in to LOVE YOU HATE YOU LOVE YOU HATE ME Dropping too fast to follow with your (beautiful, hazel, misleading) eyes Thanks for the hit I needed the poison

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You promised me cheesecake. And now, we can't remember our first date There's a photobooth strip of the zoo, that first summer, when it was too hot and all the animals were napping. But I held your hand while we looked for the red panda. There's something about mac and cheese, Ben and Jerrys on a Friday night. Or waking up to make breakfast home fries, eggs, and toast on Saturday morning. Sitting with you, alone together. Knowing I can blow you a kiss and you'll catch it. Every time. You promised me cheesecake. But I'd have followed even if you hadn't

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Sep 18, 2019

Sep 18, 2019 at 6:02 PM UTC

ByAmber

You Promised Me Cheesecake

You promised me cheesecake. And now, we can't remember our first date There's a photobooth strip of the zoo, that first summer, when it was too hot and all the animals were napping. But I held your hand while we looked for the red panda. There's something about mac and cheese, Ben and Jerrys on a Friday night. Or waking up to make breakfast home fries, eggs, and toast on Saturday morning. Sitting with you, alone together. Knowing I can blow you a kiss and you'll catch it. Every time. You promised me cheesecake. But I'd have followed even if you hadn't

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Lung tree Drink me Take in that consequential Energy And please Touch the sun with buds and dance Perpetually Until the day is said and done Concrete Upon what day will you melt to butter? In what age will you split Asunder And our squishy nubs will touch The naked land Of younger To caress trampled memory Great comet Of the heated sky Roll chariots to the marble Castle far by Draw the ceiling and cast alight The endless view of the constant night Great God of mine. In the photobooth We do a silly face Clicking the parsecs back into focal View And drawing upon that inflationary Balloon To which we ride A darling damselfly Old and full of chitionous youth Old dirt Move softly your mother And place her dead things upon the nether To compress into flaking chert And ****** from the depths An exhibit of great feature The future of us Lost within The earth Great road I see not where your terminus goes I know not from what strange township You built the mountains and tumbled abyss But when we shall be missed And the world will roll on with constant bliss Forgetful of the citation of our greatest works And the obliteration of everything Timeless.

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Aug 3, 2018

Aug 3, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC

TimelessWave

Give me Mine

Lung tree Drink me Take in that consequential Energy And please Touch the sun with buds and dance Perpetually Until the day is said and done Concrete Upon what day will you melt to butter? In what age will you split Asunder And our squishy nubs will touch The naked land Of younger To caress trampled memory Great comet Of the heated sky Roll chariots to the marble Castle far by Draw the ceiling and cast alight The endless view of the constant night Great God of mine. In the photobooth We do a silly face Clicking the parsecs back into focal View And drawing upon that inflationary Balloon To which we ride A darling damselfly Old and full of chitionous youth Old dirt Move softly your mother And place her dead things upon the nether To compress into flaking chert And ****** from the depths An exhibit of great feature The future of us Lost within The earth Great road I see not where your terminus goes I know not from what strange township You built the mountains and tumbled abyss But when we shall be missed And the world will roll on with constant bliss Forgetful of the citation of our greatest works And the obliteration of everything Timeless.

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