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Ramblings of the Camera-Shy

I hate cameras. I know I’m not photogenic, and no matter what people tell me, I will always know this.

I will be having a perfectly good time eating…laughing…jumping around like a crazy person…but the second someone whips out a camera, I’m deflated, like a balloon when it touches the freshly mown lawn.

No one seems to understand my fear. And if I am to ever attempt to explain my feelings, they always laugh and say, “You looked fine in the picture.”

Living in the Dominican Republic, though, has shown me what most won’t show me in America: the courtesy of being completely forward with me. If I look bad in a picture, they will tell me. And oh, have they told me.

So, if you dare to think that there is no point in this phobia, you are misguided in the extremest sense anyone could ever imagine.

But, I do know that this phobia is simply a form of vanity. With every single person in the world on Facebook, who can blame me for ducking behind everyone during photo time? If they end up nasty, I can never erase them, or redo them, or fix them up…and I will always dread the next week when all those wonderful photos are tagged with my name.

We should create the Non-Photogenics Anonymous (NPA). I’ll most likely be the only attendee, but at least it’s a start. First step: swear off Facebook for the rest of my life (it really has no point, it’s only there to make use of the scroll down). This way, I won’t have to worry about being tagged.

Yet…when I think about it…this means others will be viewing these horrible pictures of me, and I wouldn’t know! I would live in fear of unknown, my emotions would be a mess! On second thought, I’ll keep the Facebook, and just de-friend anyone that dared to tag me in a less-than-seemly photo.

But wait, then they would be able to post these photos, and once again, I’m be in that rut, in that fear of NOT KNOWING. There really is no solving this issue, is there?

Ha! I shall become a hermit! I shall go high up in the mountains where nobody wielding those evil machines of devil can find me! I will live of fruits and nuts and wild boar, I will grow my beard as long as I wish, and I won’t have to shave my legs, and my teeth can rot away and..I…SHALL….BE…..FREE! Mwahahahaha!

But how boring that would be…

*sigh*

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I Discovered Photoshop

Freefall

They’re not telling me to dive in headfirst

Just to keep my legs straight

Looking out across the water

My audience of blue waves

Crashing on the cliff side

And the sharp rocks beneath me

But the place I have to land in

Is only ten feet deep

~

I’d turn and run and hid but that’d be cowardice

But I know I would die if I did this

I said I would jump but not this distance…

…but they don’t listen…

~

Someone coughs behind me

And I know I am late

They’re waiting on a freefall

That I can’t do in my state

So I take a breath but breathing

I don’t find relaxing

With their eyes completely

Fixated on me

~

I’d turn and run and hide but that’d be cowardice

I know I would die if I did this

I said I would jump but not this distance…

…but they don’t listen…

~

My advice to you is fair

Don’t give in to stupid dares

They weren’t telling me to dive in headfirst

Just to keep my legs straight

 

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Sopaipillas

are delicious little donuts

in a mountain full of sugar

a mexican dessert but still my breakfast

my brothers will go wild

all hyped up on that sugar

i can see the crazy creeping up into their faces

And it’s all my mother’s fault.

Pickle Jar

they’ll tell you life is good here and dare you to say otherwise

as they go and steal a pickle jar to hold their savings in

it’ll stay as dry and empty as it was when it was found

but it sits there to remind them to save a buck someday

is it hard to believe that destiny

brought me to this city

where children cry and cease to be

part of the living

and the women walk in the night time

wishing they would meet somebody

and the men lose hope with the fading light

and drown in their misery

they’ll tell you life is good here and dare you to say otherwise

as they stand in line for soup so that their families may eat

it will last a couple days up to a week if they wanted

so dies a hungry mother and the unborn child inside

is it hard to believe that destiny

brought me to this city

where children cry and cease to be

part of the living

and the women walk in the night time

wishing they would meet somebody

and the men lose hope with the fading light

and drown in their misery

one by one, freedom will take them

two by two, the windows will close

and near their little graveyard a vacant house will stand

boarded up and buried deep in the minds of passing friends

and on a broken shelf above their only chair

there sits an empty pickle jar that nobody could fill

 

 

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com

Pocomor

That is the name of the lizard in the bathroom. It is no longer sitting, waiting for me, on the toilet seat, but it has graduated to the shower curtain. After a brief stint on the faucet. When I went to wash my hands, it jumped on my belly, onto my shoulder, then into my hair. And there it hid, somehow, for about thirty seconds. Then I whacked it’s tail and it leaped off onto the shower curtain. And there it stays, watching me in the morning as I get ready. I’m beginning to believe it is a perverted lizard. Therefore, it must be male. Therefore, it must be called Pocomor (poke-o-more). Do not ask me why, it makes no sense to me, either. Pocomor eats my mosquitoes for me.

State of Denial

battle lines were drawn in this place

it’s beautiful in the darkest of ways

i’ll write names in the dirt

and sit awhile

and watch for the dead to rise

~

in a state of denial i will wait

with rubble right beside me

and dust on my feet

here i stay

and turn a blind eye

to what made it this way

and i’ll wait…

i will wait…

~

each side feared the other side

and both were wrong and right

but my opinion is opinions

should keep to themselves

or have the good kings fight it out – on their own

~

in a state of denial i will wait

with rubble right beside me

and dust on my feet

here i stay

and turn a blind eye

to what made it this way

and i’ll wait…

i will wait…

~

and forget the past and the present

and the blood and the sweat

that drips off my face

and washes the dust off my feet

and i’ll laugh…

i will laugh…

at a joke i’d forgotten ’til today

~

in a state of denial i will wait

with rubble right beside me

and blood on my feet

here i stay

and turn a blind eye

to what made it this way

and i’ll wait…

i will wait…

 

 

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