I am captured here, in this night, this room, this chair, a speck in this universe, that can’t move from the place it can been ascribed. trapped alone in its little destiny
ana
The moment you told me you loved me captured my heart. On a summer’s night on a balcony you looked deep into my eyes. i saw everything i ever needed. you have officially captured my love:) <3
The shutter clicked, capturing the expression on her face.
“Stop it, please,” she said, her head slightly tilted and left hand resting on her hip.
“But mom it’s for my project at school!”
“Find someone or something else to take photos of for your project.” She walked out of the room and he listened as her footsteps faded as she got farther down the hall.
He looked around for something else to photograph.
“C’mere Alex,” he called out to the dog, who lifted an ear, but otherwise didn’t move.
i don’t know how people think that they can capture true beauty in a photograph. you can capture beauty, but not the truth of what you’re viewing. you can’t see the real mountaintop in a photo, because there are so many things that go into the mountain that make it what it is. But it is possible to take a beautiful picture of the mountain. It’s just not true.
Capture the moment, and seize the life that you want….no matter the cost. Sometimes you want to doubt yourself, sometimes you feel like it won’t work….but it will. if you keep a good grasp.
You’ve captured my heart
With the help of cupid’s golden arrows.
You’re captured my soul
With your charming smile.
You’ve captured my laughing,
With your hilariousness.
You’ve captured me,
With your blatant personality.
“Run!”
The scream was yelled through the air, and the girl did not hesitate as she full out ran across the field, hair flapping in the wind.
At the edge of the forest, she hesitated, the looming trees frightening her.
An arrow pierced the ground near her foot and she took a second before pelting into the forest, foot stomping the dirt one at a time.
A yell behind her.
“Capture her! Alive or dead!”
Yuki
“This is it,” I thought pressing the button at the top of my camera as quickly as I could manage. This is the picture that’s going to capture what she is. If she sees this picture, she’ll know she’s as pretty as everyone else says. And then she’ll stop. She has to. If I can just capture how strong and wonderful she really is beneath all of those shields.
Bri
I was captured by his gorgeous warm eyes. By the way he strut down the hallway with amazing grace. His appearance too good to be true, just like his words. I would have done anything to be in the presence of the man I dreamed of marrying.
The first mate explained to the princess that we were about to be captured. “Rubbish!” Shouted the Captain, “We will fight these pirates! No one will take my ship or capture my crew. Are we not part of the British Navy?”
Megrette Fletcher
Capture his attention one smile at a time. They are young and free and have the summer on their side. She had neve tasted love like she did the day he held her hand. She swore she would never give her heart away and she tried her hardest not to.
Crisnole
Painting a moment is always a bit tedious, especially when you’re constantly trying to paint a picture you have never seen. Imagination? Please, they say you never dream faces you’ve never seen. Am I making sense? Either way, it’s still a mystery to me.
The bloodstains stained the white sheets more than they anticipated… the sweat still caked on their guilty skins were reminders of the previous night where wolves cried and black cats roamed the streets. They held no blank stares, just free speech. Yet, there was not much left to say. Her virginity was lost, lost in a sea of freedom and dance. Dancing in the sheets, dancing on his skin, dancing alongside the curves of her body. He came in, ripped apart, and took the kill- she was captured, but nowhere to be found.
To avoid capture, the Ninja babe steered them around a desolate looking set of apartment blocks, skirting the hedges and weeds and staying close to the paint-peeled walls. Jensen, a little out of breath, squeezed her hand to let her know that he needed her attention.
They stopped underneath a Ginko tree with its rotting puke-scented nuts scattered all around, “What?”
there’s something to be said about the romeo/juliet dynamic. it wasn’t overdone in it’s day. it’s not overdone when he reaches out and his fingers close around nothing and it hurts even though he’s young. when will it get old? does pain ever get old?
forever young, forever young.
Diana tweaked the camera’s position and knelt to peer into the viewfinder. Her finger hovered over the button to capture this beautiful, once-in-a-lifetime moment. The happy couple flew down the stairs of the church, and she heard the shutter snap in response.
you captured my heart, and i really like that. but i want to have my independence so i don’t want you to capture my freedom. we can work on that though. :)
Katherine
I want to capture your heart. What is it about that phrase that is stupid and so sweet at the same time? I mean, do you really want to be captured? That sounds like force. Maybe a better word would be to win. I want someone to win my heart, not capture it. I want my heart to want to stay. By choice.
I wanted all of her: her lush brown hair, her perfect smile, her hands holding me tight at night… her. I didn’t know how to tell her, she was the ghost in the corner. In reality, she was like that breath of fresh air- relieving and brief. She was the song-bird in the cage, the sunshine after a storm, the sweetness in honey. I just wanted all of her… I don’t know how, I don’t know why, I just know I wanted to capture her heart.
capture a moment with a camera. Freeze-frame of a point in time when everything was perfect. I’ve had some of those moments, but nothing to capture them with; just my memory.
If I could just capture his heart, maybe I could find true love. But only God knows the plan for my life,…which seems so unfair at times.
Mary Lou Wynegar
capturing a moment. capture my lips with yours and in that moment take my heart too, I don’t want it any more. an caterpillar in a jar.
Anais
Ryan sits in the dark, in a room, in a basement of a house that he’s never been in before. The door is locked and he’s all alone. He can’t even see his own hand in front of his face it’s so dark. The room smells like old clothes, like sweat, and fear, and bleach. He’s been captured.
Her capture of the hummingbird wasn’t perfect, not even particularly good, but she liked it. A hummingbird is hard to capture, fleet and small, quick and capricious. She was honored that one had come near her camera.
Kathleen Gabriel
It could capture any data placed in front of it, through the camera. It recorded everything, got everything down in its memory banks. It completed analysis in seconds, understanding the world. Until it saw a mirror.
“Capture him” his gravelly voice shouted from behind me. I had an idea who it was but I wasn’t going to stop to look back; I was running for my life, and my heart was beating fast enough to compete for first place. I knew I needed to get away. I knew I needed to escape otherwise I’d end up back in that room and never be able to see the sunlight again.
Ian
a photo, create a scene, when you capture the moment, you’ll remember everything.
Kaleigh
i capured the light
i lost, i found
i found again
i captured it in my hands.
i will not loose you this time
my friend, the light
i can not loose you this time.
Capture what? The muse I guess at this point…brain is stopped cos girlfriend is watching. The moment is escaping capture. I’d be no good on ‘just a minute’ would I?
Ajay
Capture her. Bind her up. Chop her into bits as she watches and screams for mercy. Lick the knife then throw her disembodied flesh to the pigs… Note to self: See your therapist. Soon.
M'ai Vox
To be freed, you must first feel captured. Yet you may never capture such a feeling.
a moment seizing and possessing something to remember.
ez
Capture. Capture what? A moment? Butterflies? I don’t know. I guess that’s life, you just never know. That’s how it’s always been. Trying to capture the moment even though one day it may be lost…to you. But the memory lives on, through family and friends and legacy.
Josh
Saw a boat. Touched the butt. Got captured.
Hallie McCaskill
i cannot wait for summer nights, when the lightning bugs emerge and i can skip through the fields with a mason jar with holes in the top, capturing some flying friends. Of course I will let them fly free in an hour so, but for that short span of time, the only thing that matters in the world is the pitch black sky providing the perfect backdrop for my favorite part of summer.
Kate
This application captures my attention
even if for a fleeting moment
I become one with my screen
watch letters form words
sometimes slowly
sometimes lightning fast
across my screen
as the purple bar stretches from left to right
I am captured here, in this night, this room, this chair, a speck in this universe, that can’t move from the place it can been ascribed. trapped alone in its little destiny
The moment you told me you loved me captured my heart. On a summer’s night on a balcony you looked deep into my eyes. i saw everything i ever needed. you have officially captured my love:) <3
The shutter clicked, capturing the expression on her face.
“Stop it, please,” she said, her head slightly tilted and left hand resting on her hip.
“But mom it’s for my project at school!”
“Find someone or something else to take photos of for your project.” She walked out of the room and he listened as her footsteps faded as she got farther down the hall.
He looked around for something else to photograph.
“C’mere Alex,” he called out to the dog, who lifted an ear, but otherwise didn’t move.
This was going to be a sucky project.
me and hold me tight! Tie me down and watch me writhe. I am yours now and yours only. Use me, abuse me, just so long as you enjoy me.
i don’t know how people think that they can capture true beauty in a photograph. you can capture beauty, but not the truth of what you’re viewing. you can’t see the real mountaintop in a photo, because there are so many things that go into the mountain that make it what it is. But it is possible to take a beautiful picture of the mountain. It’s just not true.
I wish i had better photography skills. I try my best to be artistic.. when me pics come out could.. its all a big case of luck. :)
Capture the moment, and seize the life that you want….no matter the cost. Sometimes you want to doubt yourself, sometimes you feel like it won’t work….but it will. if you keep a good grasp.
You’ve captured my heart
With the help of cupid’s golden arrows.
You’re captured my soul
With your charming smile.
You’ve captured my laughing,
With your hilariousness.
You’ve captured me,
With your blatant personality.
“Run!”
The scream was yelled through the air, and the girl did not hesitate as she full out ran across the field, hair flapping in the wind.
At the edge of the forest, she hesitated, the looming trees frightening her.
An arrow pierced the ground near her foot and she took a second before pelting into the forest, foot stomping the dirt one at a time.
A yell behind her.
“Capture her! Alive or dead!”
“This is it,” I thought pressing the button at the top of my camera as quickly as I could manage. This is the picture that’s going to capture what she is. If she sees this picture, she’ll know she’s as pretty as everyone else says. And then she’ll stop. She has to. If I can just capture how strong and wonderful she really is beneath all of those shields.
I was captured by his gorgeous warm eyes. By the way he strut down the hallway with amazing grace. His appearance too good to be true, just like his words. I would have done anything to be in the presence of the man I dreamed of marrying.
The first mate explained to the princess that we were about to be captured. “Rubbish!” Shouted the Captain, “We will fight these pirates! No one will take my ship or capture my crew. Are we not part of the British Navy?”
Capture his attention one smile at a time. They are young and free and have the summer on their side. She had neve tasted love like she did the day he held her hand. She swore she would never give her heart away and she tried her hardest not to.
Painting a moment is always a bit tedious, especially when you’re constantly trying to paint a picture you have never seen. Imagination? Please, they say you never dream faces you’ve never seen. Am I making sense? Either way, it’s still a mystery to me.
The bloodstains stained the white sheets more than they anticipated… the sweat still caked on their guilty skins were reminders of the previous night where wolves cried and black cats roamed the streets. They held no blank stares, just free speech. Yet, there was not much left to say. Her virginity was lost, lost in a sea of freedom and dance. Dancing in the sheets, dancing on his skin, dancing alongside the curves of her body. He came in, ripped apart, and took the kill- she was captured, but nowhere to be found.
To avoid capture, the Ninja babe steered them around a desolate looking set of apartment blocks, skirting the hedges and weeds and staying close to the paint-peeled walls. Jensen, a little out of breath, squeezed her hand to let her know that he needed her attention.
They stopped underneath a Ginko tree with its rotting puke-scented nuts scattered all around, “What?”
there’s something to be said about the romeo/juliet dynamic. it wasn’t overdone in it’s day. it’s not overdone when he reaches out and his fingers close around nothing and it hurts even though he’s young. when will it get old? does pain ever get old?
forever young, forever young.
Diana tweaked the camera’s position and knelt to peer into the viewfinder. Her finger hovered over the button to capture this beautiful, once-in-a-lifetime moment. The happy couple flew down the stairs of the church, and she heard the shutter snap in response.
i cant capture it,
why
my hands reach so close.
you captured my heart, and i really like that. but i want to have my independence so i don’t want you to capture my freedom. we can work on that though. :)
I want to capture your heart. What is it about that phrase that is stupid and so sweet at the same time? I mean, do you really want to be captured? That sounds like force. Maybe a better word would be to win. I want someone to win my heart, not capture it. I want my heart to want to stay. By choice.
I wanted all of her: her lush brown hair, her perfect smile, her hands holding me tight at night… her. I didn’t know how to tell her, she was the ghost in the corner. In reality, she was like that breath of fresh air- relieving and brief. She was the song-bird in the cage, the sunshine after a storm, the sweetness in honey. I just wanted all of her… I don’t know how, I don’t know why, I just know I wanted to capture her heart.
A photoraph. Stealing the events of today, captured on film. Stored forever, engraved. A memory. History, captured.
capture a moment with a camera. Freeze-frame of a point in time when everything was perfect. I’ve had some of those moments, but nothing to capture them with; just my memory.
If I could just capture his heart, maybe I could find true love. But only God knows the plan for my life,…which seems so unfair at times.
capturing a moment. capture my lips with yours and in that moment take my heart too, I don’t want it any more. an caterpillar in a jar.
Ryan sits in the dark, in a room, in a basement of a house that he’s never been in before. The door is locked and he’s all alone. He can’t even see his own hand in front of his face it’s so dark. The room smells like old clothes, like sweat, and fear, and bleach. He’s been captured.
Her capture of the hummingbird wasn’t perfect, not even particularly good, but she liked it. A hummingbird is hard to capture, fleet and small, quick and capricious. She was honored that one had come near her camera.
It could capture any data placed in front of it, through the camera. It recorded everything, got everything down in its memory banks. It completed analysis in seconds, understanding the world. Until it saw a mirror.
“Capture him” his gravelly voice shouted from behind me. I had an idea who it was but I wasn’t going to stop to look back; I was running for my life, and my heart was beating fast enough to compete for first place. I knew I needed to get away. I knew I needed to escape otherwise I’d end up back in that room and never be able to see the sunlight again.
a photo, create a scene, when you capture the moment, you’ll remember everything.
i capured the light
i lost, i found
i found again
i captured it in my hands.
i will not loose you this time
my friend, the light
i can not loose you this time.
Capture what? The muse I guess at this point…brain is stopped cos girlfriend is watching. The moment is escaping capture. I’d be no good on ‘just a minute’ would I?
Capture her. Bind her up. Chop her into bits as she watches and screams for mercy. Lick the knife then throw her disembodied flesh to the pigs… Note to self: See your therapist. Soon.
To be freed, you must first feel captured. Yet you may never capture such a feeling.
a moment seizing and possessing something to remember.
Capture. Capture what? A moment? Butterflies? I don’t know. I guess that’s life, you just never know. That’s how it’s always been. Trying to capture the moment even though one day it may be lost…to you. But the memory lives on, through family and friends and legacy.
Saw a boat. Touched the butt. Got captured.
i cannot wait for summer nights, when the lightning bugs emerge and i can skip through the fields with a mason jar with holes in the top, capturing some flying friends. Of course I will let them fly free in an hour so, but for that short span of time, the only thing that matters in the world is the pitch black sky providing the perfect backdrop for my favorite part of summer.
This application captures my attention
even if for a fleeting moment
I become one with my screen
watch letters form words
sometimes slowly
sometimes lightning fast
across my screen
as the purple bar stretches from left to right