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Camera-eye

LECTURES 93
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Parties 17
Durée 5m

LECTURES 93
Votes 2
Parties 17
Durée 5m

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A little book of poems & photography. 

camera-eye (noun): 1. observation that is detached and photographic in detail 2. ability to hold in mind
Thoughts and views of life; the little things and the grand moments, the good and the bad. 



*All photographs taken with my Nikon camera (sometimes featuring my Polaroid cameras)

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17 chapitres

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If you're wondering if I'm writing about you,I am., écrit par The_Never_Born_Kid

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Holding Out, écrit par SiennaFury

[ COMPLETED] Excerpt: Come in." I said pulling him into my office. "I'm actually glad you came. I was going to call you and tell you that, even though I thought the gestures were really nice. It has to stop." "Go out with me tonight." He said taking a step closer to me, ignoring what I'd just said. I could feel his breath on my skin and I didn't know if I would be able to keep my hands to myself. "Did you hear what I just said?" I asked in barely a whisper, taking another step back. "Yeah." He said nodding his head. "Go out with me...tonight." he stepped closer again. "I..." I felt him getting closer and I couldn't breathe. My mind was screaming yes. "I can't."

Lost | √, écrit par moonpilots

She's always been lost in life, but she never knew she could be lost in love. Copyright © 2018 by moonpilots. All rights reserved.

NASARA, écrit par ilovewhiggas

'How could someone be so beautiful, it had to be impossible for her to be human. So ethereal, her beauty commanded attention. How lucky was I to be able to gaze upon her, 'this must have been why I was given eyes.' to appreciate her beauty every single day until I cease to exist.' Mature content 🔞

Love Misunderstood, écrit par SophieLeo03

I only ever met one man I'd call truly noble. He was a man who was misunderstood and worthy of the world, yet everyone saw him differently. That was until I saw his true colours. The more I caught his eye the more he noticed me. We would pass each other, I would always stare a little longer at his back, wondering his story. People used to move out of the hallways if they saw him approaching whereas people would come and talk to me. He kept to himself, I was never alone, he had no friends, I was friends with everyone, I never saw him talk to anyone I spoke to many. we were polar opposites. At least that's what I thought until that day in the library, that is where I will start this story. Everyone is different, I hate the word "different", I much prefer the word unique. Unique is the only way to describe him. This is not just a story about love, it is about helping two souls who act differently but are the same on the inside, it shows the messy parts that aren't shown in movies, the tragedy, and the comedy but most of all the sizzling romance between two broken people who became one. Who is this story about? Caden James. But this is not just his story, It is ours.

Poems, écrit par jdlcrz_

po·em \ˈpō-əm, -im, ˈpōm also ˈpȯ(-)im, ˈpō-ˌem\ noun : a piece of writing that usually has figurative language and that is written in separate lines that often have a repeated rhythm and sometimes rhyme life \ˈlīf\ noun : the ability to grow, change, etc., that separates plants and animals from things like water or rocks : the period of time when a person is alive : the experience of being alive poem = life

Ice To Meet You, écrit par mrigankac

"What else do you want me to say, Mia?" "Did you mean it?" There is a pause and I just-I feel exhausted, the kind that 12 hours of sleep hasn't been able to fix. "Hannah said I don't deserve to be loved, is that how you feel too?" She might not have said it in as many words but that's exactly what she meant. He takes my hand in his and kisses it. "Between the both of us-it's I who doesn't deserve to be loved." "Too bad you already are." "Please stop saying it!" he may not have screamed the words at me but he might as well have. "You think I am lying?" He holds my face with both his hands and looks deep in my eyes. "Mia, I will say this for the last time. I don't do love. I don't want to be loved by anyone and I will never fall in love with anyone ever. If you love me, keep that love to yourself. Please." "Why?" "This is the deal, Mia. Take it or leave it. I will give you my loyalty and my time but I will not have you telling me you love me ever again. I don't believe in love and I can't give you love. Can you live with that?" "What if I can't?"

Her eyes, écrit par primadonnabrat

When a lonely girl crosses paths with the guy that is willing to do anything for her and the universe feels irrevocably changed. ••• The first day of my second year at Cambridge university, and I still haven't made a single friend during my time here. I don't know what that says about me as a person. ••• Her eyes were the first thing I noticed. I thought they looked like eyes that deserved to be painted, every detail captured. They warranted being made immortal and deserved to be showcased at the most famous of museums. All Rights Reserved ®

soul, écrit par ZuraStalker

many people say eyes are window to the soul , but so are words. this are short and simple poems expressing emotions from the soul. from love to hate to happiness and sadness, confusion and calmness. Anything and everything is what these poems are about.

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If you're wondering if I'm writing about you,I am.

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