Some call them poems,
but for me,
they are all,
self portraits.
Pictures of my brain,
at a given moment.
A craving to cut.
A beautiful flower.
A new pet.
The death of a friend.
Even the good,
hurts in the end.
So I take pictures.
To record this simple life,
for anyone to see.
The pictures are real,
they’re all of me.
My poetry.
Poetry
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The comparison between poem and picture is cool. I’ve never thought of them like that and how they can both capture memories and feeling
Very prolific..? Inspired.