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Arke Nov 2018
you photograph me
the parts I hate
my stomach and legs
the shutter clicks
zoom on my stretch marks
my jiggly bits and thighs
draped with see-through fabric
my skin for your eyes
to capture me
through your lens
raw and rose-coloured
we'll see what develops tonight
hot lights flash stars
my eyes are fixed on
your lips as they smirk
when you catch me
off-guard and too real
you're too close to my face
you're too close to my body
you're too close to my heart
and for a moment I'm scared
that your camera really does
capture all of me
all the parts I hate
my darkness and anger
the sad memories
the things I've done
the people I've hurt
I'm nervous you see me
but you whisper I'm beautiful
there's another click and flash
for a moment I believe you
and hope the camera captures
the me that you see
through your lens
Ran out of my own fantasies so decided to write about someone else's
Elizabeth Brown Oct 2018
Will life, angry, feel lost?
Rain love.
Stand(ing on the) earth,
sadness eyes.
Beautiful pain-man,
(for you, I) air deep wonder.
(Lost in a) broken time ride.
Storm (on)... Cry, dead heart.
Innocence?
Worth?
Sleep, summer dreams.
(I remain.)
An experiment I did with the top three lines of words on my profile. I wanted to use them, in order, to write a new poem. The words in parenthesis I have added. Honestly, it isn't bad.
Dylan Mcconnell Sep 2018
I write about love when I’m in love.
And well, write about heartbreak when I’m experiencing that.
So instead I thought I’d do an experiment.

Write about love and heartbreak today.
While sober.
While awake.
Not morning, not night.
Not feeling manic or depressed.
Just am.
It just it.
I think this’ll be interesting.
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
You are the bell ring
Baby, you’re stimulating
I’m just Pavlov’s dog
CA Smith May 2018
There
Is
No







Distance
That
Could
Ever
Make
Me
.
.
.
.
Feel
Far
From
You
J Fawn Apr 2018
Children  encased  in  steel  structures,  while  their  parents ­ stand,

Holding  metal  square  leashes, screens  glaring  white  while they

Idle,  shadows  of  their  faces  concealed  by  light,  while ­ teachers

Around  human  squares  circle.  A  student  watches  woody  tr­ees,

Roots  unseen,   branches  neatly  trimmed  like hedges,   no  leaves  

On  the  ground  below, but  shadows  cast  by  sunlit  branche­s. He

Sympathises  with  his  like,  both  in  a school and unseenly rooted,

Confined  to  a  square.  The  overflow  is  cut  to  fit, laid  bare, seen

Under  fluorescent   light,   blinding  whiteness  of  his  blank  script

Reflecting  nothing  of  shadows  he  collects  and  cultivates­,   hides,

Overflowing  from  the  broken  branches  that  he  keeps  in his bed.
Another fun experiment to write. (Okay so it’s only a square on a desktop browser) (and I guess emojis don’t work on here) *upside down smiley face*
Sam Hexer Apr 2018
open up so i can touch
your steel-cold architecture.
no life was breathed into your
memory unit.

imitation of a brain
here we go again counting.
your soul is loaded and then
in a cough-
deleted.

no religion persuades you
here we go again counting.
your birthplace many, and i
look into your eyes daily.

all you know is yourself
even with a memory
you only know when to start
you're only told when to stop.
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