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Old black and white pictures are faded and worn
the pain they portray is there in her eyes.
Innocence doomed from the time she was born,
no tears for a childhood she lost in the night.
Hair swept back, lighting just right, phone in hand,
Camera on, portrait mode enabled.
Click, click, click.
Walking in the street, waiting between commercials, standing in line.
Anywhere, anytime.
The bright light flashes in my eyes.
I was strip down naked,
about to live this kind of life.
I posed for the man behind the camera-
I let down my hair,
I was nervous and cold-
"Just a second," the typical reassuring lie I spoke aloud
I stopped more frequently than I had been walking.
At first they would wait for me,
But after a while it was simply no use to wait for another person
You see the world the way my eyes could never see it
You bring light to darkness and find beauty where it is unseen
The way your heart beats at the moment of my touch
I am sorry, I won’t always mirror,
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.
Click
“ON”
A clickKk
A Snap!
A little twist in just the right place
If a picture paints a thousand words
I’m stranded on a deserted island with nothing else to do
Except to look beyond the horizon across the ocean blue.
If only I had my camera.
If I had my camera, I would never be alone
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
Every store, show, event-- everytime anything exciting appears
Let me take a selfie.
When did these words become such a despreate part of life?
When did engaging in social time become selfie time?
A smile speaks for itself.
It can make people melt.
But can you see what’s going on inside?
Can you see their true self?
A smile holds a thousand words.
A smile can hide away what they truly feel.
Let me take a selfiewith a good camera, not my beat up iPod with the crack across the screenBut a good camera, a good nikon or canon with good focusWhere you can set the exposure with a tap of your finger
They tell me not to blink.
They tell me not to cover my eyes in shame or fear
or hate.
But I hide them because I cannot keep a smile on my
“oh so beautiful face”
and because lenses feign a human eye
I look at him through a dark tunnel,
The only light comes from the exits made of glass.
Watch as he starts to stumble
I'm hidden in the tall grass
Through that dark tunnel,
Her eyes see better than my own. She is admired by all. She has clarity, vision, and artistry. She produces works of art so clear, viewers are transported to a land of freedom and possibility.
You sit alone, not forgotten, but not wanted
with scratches, stiff buttons, dusty old lens.
You remember what it was like
they watched the world through Your eyes
There are no film, no batteries, or bulb to be found.
