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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
To capture all sights, I'd bring my camera--what's a life without it?
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.