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Pictures Say A Thousand Words
By: Audrey Forte
You could say a thousand words
but a picture can say them faster.
Frame by frame, and day by day
I am sorry,
But you cannot look through these lens again
My friend,
I have seen it fall to the bitter ground
The darkest tar,
The sound still echoes within the carved halls of my heart.
I am...behind the lens.
Listening, looking, learning.
Viewing life at every angle.
Visiting past memories.
Loving, laughing, living.
I am The Photographer.
Quiet,
I sit and take in the world,
spinning in drifts
-- golden flecks of ash—
a cloud of shimmering possibilities shade my reality.
Why am I kickass?
My grades are quite high,
for me the girls would die,
I've got luscious brown hair,
when you're older you'll care,
I jump high for my heighth
also, I'm white.
I'm no Barbie.But I Thought I Should be.Compared myselfTo girls of the Barbie standard.Hurt myselfThinking all about'perfection'.
This is my peom about how I feel, I never realized how hard itd be to peel,
back all the visual standards to better reveal.
My inner desires, thoughts turning my wheel.
Well here I am, and this is what I'll say,
Im not afraid to show it, I dont care if people know it. I love myself.
Ive taught myself to think it, I live, breathe, drink it. I love myself.
Mirrors use to make me cry, now I dont even have to try. I love myself.
Dear Artists,
We all have 3 common grounds of expressions
I.
One common idea to keep our feets grounded while the rest of our heads wandering in the universe
Because we artists are the universe
Why does the wind blow on the other side?
Feeling as if I'm trapped in my own of forgetfullness
Writing you this poem reflects my lovemakes you doubt, it’s hard to concealAccused to things that’s hard to dealso please erase the doubts above. Trust is like freeing a dove
From the back of my Subaru, I hope to see the sight of Yosemite, Yellowstone, Old Faithful, the RedWood forests, the Grand Canyon, lak
