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Inspired by a picture I have an old and faded photograph of a beautiful, young bride on her wedding day. She was my bride many years ago, so I will write a composition about this photograph.
I met a young African girl when I was 20 years old Her name was Valerie and she was very appealing I really liked her from the first time I saw her at the youth club,
1. You must not paint a good picture of a bad situation. 2. You must not change who you are to please anybody. 3. You must not compare your abilities with those of others.
It has been a long time since we last saw each other, But the picture of you is still in my memory. My darling, please continue to wait patiently for me. I must endure one more year in captivity,
the brain is a university bedroom adorn it how u want scatter memories like golden fairy lights circling the sloped ceiling look how they flicker until they are reduced to a soft glow
The Sun is so warm That the grass is very green, And here's panda bear!
Picture It If a picture is worth more than a thousand words, What is the worth of a single word alone?
If a picture is worth a thousand words A poem is worth a thousand pictures A thousand realities lie in carefully crafted lines To some, the word alone brings feelings of peace
Remember the timeRemember thenThat instance,When, oh when Our youth, when we did what we didDidn’t care, didn’t giveInto the pressures, of parents or peersMan, those timesRemember?
If you had asked me a year ago A simple question, nothing out of the ordinary I would have had to say “Fine. I’m fine. I’ll be fine, just give me some time.”
The picture on my wall happily reminds me that there are better places on Earth than the world, that there is more to life; living,
Horse and rider, Take pace beside her. Never a faltering stride. Crucified In metal and bronze, A monument meant to stand for eons.
When ever i take a picture i have a hard time smiling, It's the thought of capturing moments where i should be happy, but my feelings just won't latch. Forcing smiles for pictures have always been hard for me.
hollow eyes stare back from old pictures on the wall waiting to live again
If you could paint a picture, what would you draw? A dark night full of mystery?
No filter No control. I don't choose to look like I do. With dead eyes. And an empty smile. No filter No control. I did not ask for this. My frame too large for photo encasing.
Behind the big picture Is a small, fragile woman. Forget the smile And look deep into her eyes. Her eyes tell a story. A story of: Danger, Heartache, Misfortune,
My vanity has become an army Pictures purporting to show unparalleled perfection
Behind these eyes of mine is a person, just an ordinary person who always feels she never fits in.She takes pictures and finds uplifting quotes to put on her pictures so she can look at them and think she is beautiful.
There's a pair of eyes That can make me perfect in my eyes
I took a picture today,
Who am I? That's a loaded question. We are all dense individuals, filled like an overflowing dam with ideas, experiences and contexts.
The flash- The filter- It's how I hide. The picture that everyone sees isn't me though It's just a reflection of this person That yes looks practically like me
Time. People. Dreams. Times change
Mr. Clock, why are you so mean? Every time I'm havin fun time flees, Yet every time I am unhappy you won't leave. Mr. Clock, your hands are evil, They control me in every way.
The world is a canvas And nature is the painting All the colors flow together To create a beautiful picture The location determines the temperature While the seasons pick the colors
Tick, tock, Trillions of thoughts race through in an instant.
my soul is an attic; there are dust particles floating and settling all around. my memories lie, scattered upon decrepit, creaky shelves and doubtful, broken staircases.
Staring at her past self Evaporated Dreams Waistline Increased Color Dimmed Snapshots of happiness Endless Sunny Skies Playful Fights Summertime How old was she?
The faces fade to ash Photographs discolored to the sickly yellow Of rotting buttercups and stagnant sunlight Captured in dust-coated rooms Disintegrating into something less than nothing
I saw a picture of you in the mirrorI realize I've become what I fearAmeliorate me, and then you walked awayTie my mouth shut - there's nothing left to say
Inspiration is a way of telling our sorry tales of when we lost hope and gained it back. A way to show everyone and everything that there was a day the pain resided and was left to hang in the air.
I remember you. Those eyes you have are like fire. They haunt me, yet I cannot bring myself to take my own eyes off of the impossible flame of yours.
A picture An action A word A reaction All is worth a thousand words A statement A cause