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Daisy and I were optimistic dreamers.
We fell for each other when we were young.
Love blazed like a fire in our hearts.
Roses bloomed and birds sang on our wedding day.
We promised to grow old together,
Your husband left you almost four years ago.
And you’ve been waiting for him all this time.
You thought he was going to come back,
But he deceived you and committed bigamy.
We communicate on social media.
I send you my pictures and you send me yours.
Miss Yen, do you love me?
“Yes, I do love you.”
I knew it, Miss Yen.
“What do you mean by you knew it?”
Saturday morning we set out for St. James
There was a thick fog in the valley at 10 a.m.
We barely made it past the climbing lane
The radiator in the old Nissan van overheated
We halted on the north coast highway
It’s been ages since we decided to live apart
I want to hold your hip and kiss your lips
Please return to me, my sweet little princess
Darling, it’d be so good to have you back
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It Has Been Said That... " Words Paint Pictures "...
Well CERTAIN Pictures Reflect FACTS...
But CERTAIN Numbers Make Me Wonder...
What's The Deal Are These Figures... REAL... ???
Monastery monochrome,
boom balloon machine, and oh,
diamond rings and gutter bones.
Marching up some mountain,
with our aching planning.
Kind faces smiling,
Nodding politely at words
They don’t seem to understand,
Show me pictures
Showing the richness
Of a faraway distant land,
Multicoloured motor cars,
What I’m Not
September 13, 2018 ~ Thursday
There’s music in the hills
Sounds of song on their backs, fronts, and sides
That which I’ve never heard
Every time you tag me in a post I want to rip out my eyes.
You always take pictures which is great when those pictures aren't of me.
You see, when I see a picture of myself
they say a picture is worth a thousand words
if that is true, then your smile is worth an infinite amount
more than the stars that gleam in the night, like a beacon for the moon
your smile is my light.
Click
“ON”
A clickKk
A Snap!
A little twist in just the right place
If a picture paints a thousand words
Click, snap, image captured
Edit, draw, redirected
Delete, delete
Photo recaptured
Upload now, photo posted
This is me #nomakeup
Eyes of slivers, wrinkles, dried tears
This is I #nofilter
I am a wanderer
I allow myself to explore the outer reaches of my mind and world
Memories are a part of me,
They drift apart from me.
So many thoughts, just like my old matchbox cars,
Simpler times---remember pogo sticks and toy guns,
Who am I behind the camera lens?
I constantly take pictures with my friends.
Everyone that looks at my Instagram
thinks I'm going ham.
When I take pictures,
I want them to be me.
No hidden faults,
no dumb deceits.
When I take pictures,
I show the way I feel.
I am a human being,
Unlike pictures, I am real.
I think it sucks that we only have mirrors and pictures and selfies to see who we are.
To see the light manifest itself in a way that shapes the reflection of our bodies and our scars and the things that scare us.
Pictures are memories
Not to erase
Pictures are memories
Not disgrace
Look them often
Whether good or bad
Because pictures of memories
Might be all you have
