A picture says a thoushand words. What are they?

1. Judgment will be based on originality of both image and poem, as well as how well they compliment eachother
2. Only one submission. (You may post more for fun but only the first submission will be judged)
3. No word limit ( unless you take the title "a thousand words" as a personal challenge)
4. All styles, genres, images are welcome, explicit, implict, intrinsict, positive, negative, paintings, photography, black and white, grey, abstract, add/subtract, etc...
5. You have a month.

Good luck and I look forward to seeing artists get real creative.
**please make sure you post your image properly. If it doesn't show, your work can not be judged**

How do you post pictures?

Thoroughfare

It felt like an eternity since someone had sat
in that darkly shadowed room
where dust motes still dance unseen in the morning light
trickling through broken windows

Silence beats in the heart of shadows
a mirror to the blood that still stained the floors
forgotten by modern eyes
though superstition still pulled at their minds

1918
A thoroughfare turned fairground of macabre delights
for the creatures that came out of the rain
and into this mortal realm through doors unprotected
on that unholiest of nights

Weather-worn tape and hastily boarded up windows
the only monument left of a scene
no detective of the age, or any other
could plausibly explain with their scientific minds

Modern day
This place is still a thoroughfare for vermin
and children playing chicken with the haunted station
it’s demons hidden behind the padlocked door
that the brave only dare to brush with trembling fingertips

A splinter drips with blood into the shadows
igniting the memories of rain and carnage
and as storm clouds clamour overhead
a new reign of terror creeps out from the shadows

and into the world

Blue Eye

I have known her so long
neither of us can even remember meeting.
I have seen her elated,
and I have seen her cry
more times than I care to count.
I have seen her at her best
and at her absolute worst.
I have always been there for her;
her shoulder to cry on,
her secret confidant,
the one she shared her bed with,
her best friend.
I have never let her down.
I know more about her
than anyone else
could ever hope to discover.

But now she has a boyfriend.
Now he is the one she tells her day to,
the one she shares her thoughts with.
When she is happy
they laugh together
and when she is sad
he is the one she turns to for comfort.
Now he is the one
she holds close to herself,
the one who shares her bed.

Occasionally,
when she knows he wont be home,
we'll spend the night together.
I often feel I should refuse,
but I can't.
And she'll fall asleep
with her arms around me
and it'll feel like nothing has changed...
unless I look in her eyes,
then sometimes
I'll see her missing him.

I know that she loves me
but he is the one
she has chosen to spend her life with.

http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/075/d/0/blye_eye_by_blindcrush-d5yau2q.jpg

I didn't know how to put a picture on this forum so here is the poem and the picture on the link http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/95050-analogy-poem--lonely-jigsaw-puzzle-piece/

Here's how to put a picture on the forums, for those who don't know;

1) The image has to be online somewhere
2) You go to the image, and right click on it
3) Select 'Copy Image Location'
4) When you're on the forum, click the green 'go advanced' option
5) Click the icon with the white box with a blue box inside it [when you hover over it, it says 'Creates an image code (url required)']
6) Paste the image location between the code that shows up

:)

Evening Wind

A naked girl pauses, one knee on the bed,
And glances to the window

Where the filmy curtain
Has suddenly lifted
On a breeze which blows into the room

And cools her body.

http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/furness/EveningWind_zpse6ef348f.jpg
Evening Wind by Edward Hopper

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/22413.jpg


Vernal June

Your sleep is bearing
the fruits of a new era.

Souliva


http://8020.photos.jpgmag.com/25547_14710_554c6513af_l.jpg


artist’s oxygen..
outward.. wordless; breath tongue spit..
mucus nukes us clean.






..

photo: wesley barnes

http://media.economist.com/sites/default/files/20111008_BKP505.jpg
SMART MEN

You cannot be sexy and stupid
At least not for me
Do not be a fool, for I am cruel
With those who I deem unfit

You may think a perfect body
Is the lure for women
But have you considered
Your brain may need exercise too?

Your pigmentation does not matter
Nor your looks which will be gone
You do not need your doctorate
Intelligence is damn attractive alone

So woo me with clever words
Make me dizzy with physics
Waltz with me to the galaxy
Where IQ and EQ = Sexy You!

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http://www.economist.com/blogs/prospero/2011/10/nobel-prize-literature

Tomas Tranströmer, one of Sweden’s leading poets, studied poetry and psychology at the University of Stockholm. His numerous collections of poetry include Windows and Stones (1972), an International Poetry Forum Selection and runner-up for the National Book Award for translation, and The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems (2006, 2011), translated by Robin Fulton. His longstanding friendship with poet Robert Bly, who has also translated and edited some of his work, is documented in Air Mail (2001), a collection of more than 25 years of their correspondence. Tranströmer has also published a memoir, Minnena Ser Mig (Memories Look At Me) (1993). He won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 2011.

http://www.imagecoast.com/images/TinaBina/tamangie.jpg

FOR MY BEST FREIND ANGELA....

I HAVENT REALLY TALKED TO U IN AWHILE
BUT WE'VE HAD OUR SHARE OF HELLOS

I CAME AND LIVED AT UR HOUSE
BUT THEN I MET ALEX AND HAD TO GO

YOU KNOW, U REALLY ARE MY BEST FRIEND
BUT LATELY WE HAVENT BEEN TALKING

AND IT FEELS LIKE OUR FRIENDSHIP HAS COME TO AN END
I MISS YOU MORE THAN I EVER REALIZED

I HOPE THAT YOU MISS ME
SO MANY THINGS ARE CHANGING

AND WE DONT TALK LIKE WE ONCE DID
IM HAVING WITHDRAWLS FROM MY BESTFRIEND
AND I CANT STAND IT

I WOULD CALL YOU MORE AND IM SORRY I DONT
I GUESS I JUST DONT TRY ENOUGH
BUT KNOW I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU
THERES NOT MUCH THAT I WONT

IM MISSING OUT ON THINGS
AND YOUR MISSING OUT ON STUFF TOO
YOU HAVE A NEW LIFE NOW, AND SO DO I
BUT I MISS SPENDING TIME WITH YOU

ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS TRY
I MISS THE SMILE ON YOUR FACE
WHEN ID MAKE YOU LAUGH
AND THE DRUNKEN TIMES AT NOW ART

TAKING ALL THOSE SILLY PHOTOGRAPHS

I MISS THE DAILY PHONE CALLS
WHEN I NEEDED TO VENT
ABOUT STUPID THINGS THAT UPSET ME
TALKIN SHIT ON THE BOYS AND THE LOVE WE NEVER MEANT

I MISS THE WAY YOU TELL ME EVERYTHING
THAT I REALLY NEED TO HEAR
WHEN I FEEL ALL BUT BEAUTIFUL AND WORTHY
AND JUST WANT TO DISAPPEAR

I MISS JUST TELLING YOU I LOVE YOU
EVEN IF I HAVENT REALLY FIGURED OUT WHAT LOVE MEANS
BECAUSE EVEN IF YOU NEVER KNOW
I LOVE YOU MUCH MORE THAN IT SEEMS


**Been missing my BFF Lately and I was just going through our pictures and I had to vent**

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/98678.jpg

"promise me"

day after day the urge worsens
but i spoke those dreaded words
"i promise"
i promise i won't let you down
i promise i'll stay clean
i promise i'll quit
i promise i'll NEVER do it again
day after day the urge fights
it fights for my
every thought
every word
every move
it consumes me
until it wins
they say "its just a bump in the road"
or "its just part of recovery"
they say "you'll bounce back"
but it's all a broken record
and i know whats coming next
just like always they speak those dreaded words again
"promise me"
but instead of speaking them right back
i fall silent
knowing it'll take a real miracle to be set free.

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/80580.jpg

                  EMPATH
The haunting picture is from a Alway's Caliban contest.      
   
I was so beautiful in my former life,      
another time it seems. It couldn't      
possibly be this life.      
   
I shone like rubies, diadems laden with jewels most exquisite      
my eyes held the stars of the heavens      
I radiated strength and love for the humanity      
that I so willingly chose to empath for      
   
But I am tired. Oh so weary. I cannot      
remember ever seeing the light that once      
shone in my eyes      
   
No more can I take the pain given to me by others      
I live to save them from the dark      
Yet the dark is taking over my very soul      
   
Slake my weary mind for I am unable to lift my head      
my load is heavy with the injustice of others      
and my bones break from the shear weight of their plight      
   
Is it my time? Can I go?      
Oh Lord of dark and light I beseach you      
reward me for the faithful path I have chosen      
reward me with the sleep I so need      
the sleep of oblivian      
   
have I not fullfilled my promise to take on the sins      
the shame, degradation, hopelessness and horror      
of a humanity set upon by the the shameless one      
the demon who comes down to earth      
shining like an angel of lumina and sunlight      
   
please take your hand and wipe my impertinance      
from the face of this place called earth      
take me away from this life of mine      
the anticipation of all unwanted thoughts      
and memories is more than I can bear      
It consumes me down to my very soul      
     

Aw, Shaundra, I still love that picture. Glad to see you did too.