Image Challenge: A Jumble of Photos #2

[Zen]

Here is a collection of photos found across the internet that I randomly put together. You can interpret them as whatever you want, whether it be literally or metaphorically. What you do as a writer is one of these three things:

1. Create a character, taking inspiration from these photos.

2. Come up with a setting, plot, or just a detailed post with references to these photos.

3. Write a poem with these pictures in mind.

Remember you don't have to use all of the photos in your final creation, but props to you if you manage to do so.

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[Acquariana]

I thought mostly of the pills, the bed, and the hourglass. I also thought a bit about the last picture. Couldn't really think of a way to use the cell phone. Anyway, here it is.


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"Killin' Him"


You're killin' him,
His nicotine Noose
Not much left t'lose,
Ooh, don't rob'im.

Two worlds bound within;
The lithium Wonderland
And reality's Purgatory,
Why make it so he can't
Be free with me?

You won't make'im happy;
You're makin' his Death bed!
But my Baby can't give you up;
Can't get enough

Swallowin' all those pills,
Little stars in the Black cabinet,
Lurid visions to get'is fill,
Their "Lovin'" brighter'n Mine.​

 

[Miss Mary]

I stand alone.
Looking at the wall, illuminated by my own presence.
It was time, I guess.
My sand had grown low, but I laid in my bed, not a care.
My mind spins, realing me further into fantasy.
I can see her face, as she calls me.
Voicemail, "Why aren't you answering?"
I cannot answer.
For I am the only one here.
My sand is gone.
I take the last one.
I am sorry,

 

[Drew]

I had been waiting for her to call for nearly three months when at last I just gave up in complete frustration and grabbed the closest thing to me and threw it against the wall. It shattered into a million pieces upon impact showering me, the bed and the floor with glass and sad. It had been my grandfather's hour glass from his days at the University in Athens. It was there that he studied numismatics and fell in love with the metals of this world that we've come to know as common currency. I've foolishly spent most of mine on a girl that left my bed cold and empty. Sullen and cross I have become. I feel this void of color within my chest filled with colors of who we once where all blended together in some swirl of fading madness. Was it ever real? How am I to know? All that is left now is a mess and me standing here with a cellphone that won't ring and time lost forever. Its twisted combination leaves me digging into my pocket for the unlabeled bottle of pills. It ends it here my final text.

 

[Searin]

Its about time I do me.
Not you.
Not your mom.
Imma do me.
Imma be me.
I'm alone for now.
But I wont be forever.
You said that no one wants me.
That was a lie.

 

[Searin]

Wow that wasnt even done.... But I'll leave it there.

 

[PPBG]

The woman was dressed in a quaint, white blouse​

This was the last time she would enter the house​

She had everything that she would ever need​

Except a husband to love or children to feed​

She was very lonely in her great wealth​

And soon, slowly recede did her health​

She bought pills and medications to aid​

But she herself was starting to fade​

She had no purpose, she had no goal​

Now she needed help for her poor soul​

As her health became thin and weak​

A reason for living did she try to seek​

But she found none, so she decided to make​

Her life worthwhile, before she did break​

So she decided, before she had passed​

That this time entering would be her last​

She sat down at table and wrote her will​

And then at last she lay down her quill​

She gave all of her riches and wealth​

To societies that encouraged mental health​

And others who supported those in need​

Who gave clothes to wear, and food to feed​

She slowly stood up and went to her room​

All the while, feeling no sense of doom​

She lay on her bed of beautiful white​

And then kissed her life goodnight​

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[Cry]

time stop for me
no one knows who we are
no one knows were there
run away with me
to a land beyound are dreams
but you must know where we are
come to me to the the end of time
to a land beyound are dreams
to a world where no one know
but must must know wwwwwho
weeeee
arrrrrrrrrrrre