Undeveloped Poems - Poems about Undeveloped

Bullies anywhere They look like educated Brains not develop....

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He assumed they were just not used to the intricate mechanisms of a Browning Box camera. Images of his young life never taken. An undeveloped child, an unrecorded life. At aged seven an awkward boy was caught on an obligatory school photo. A sole token; evidence of a former existence. Later friends shared images of their youth, while parents beamed over shoulders. Piles of...

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on the edge of this day a monotone sky rises dull undeveloped like all these rolls of film tucked away in the drawer sometimes i want to peer beneath the corners see the negatives exposed remembering each frame of moments captured so long ago develop these memories flash back through the years they hold contained yet sometimes i 'm afraid of the storms and the rain they may bring like these clouds enveloping the horizon this monotone day...

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I've learned when you ponder, it disappears the ruminations and consequence it is like the question fails to exist dust in the wind, fog in our mist the editing, spliced, on the dark room floor contorted images, a mask of horror I would have settled once, but now I need more it stays undeveloped, locked in a drawer I tried to run,...

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what have you seen w/ those sweetness eyes? at the bus stops, in the malls, breathing the cold dead air of february, the crackered soup of weirdo. childhood beds, the smell of christmas, possible selves, assumptions. avatars, siblings, unrealized realities— private places where you dry up and float away. what have you seen? innocence, not ignorance. eyes up— under...

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Coolest or Hottest, Nature expands, As Rubber or Iron, Stone grows, As trees, human and animals. Everybody distinct, Differentiation A barrier of knowledge, Or cooperation Develops as strange or known. Attitudes and hobbies, What was all about? Nature That expands as Rubber, Iron or Stones, It grows As trees, human and animals. Mother nature cuddles us, That is soft or hard or colorful Everyone has distinctions, A cycle of personal...

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