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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.
Me and Instagram we go back and forth like a pendulum
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.
A poem inspired the Funerary Stele of Zezen-Nakhet
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