I want to stay in a darkroom; not one just for photo developing, but one where I can hide from the world. I am tired of getting out of bed, I want to be in a darkroom and sleep forever, not worrying about real life…I need help but everyone thinks I am normal…. I want to talk to someone about it but no one will listen. I want to stay in a darkroom and hide from the pain called life.
i am in a dark room. the tv is going, but im the only one here. it’s quiet, here by myself. the computer screen glares at me with such a distant stare. i wonder what’s next. what will happen in 60 seconds? my cherry coke zero tastes so wonderful, i down the last drop.
There’s a darkroom in my school. I went there on the day of the new student orientation. Everything was dingy and dusty and coated with a sense of nostalgia. Memories. I wondered if I could ever fit in a place like this. But that darkroom is far away now. I didn’t even remember it until now.
pictures are made in dark rooms. babies are made in darkrooms. people feel like they have no inhibitions in darkrooms. yet the most important thing is that the room is dark, otherwise it is just a regular room.
The room was not lit at all. The only light it had ever had had extinguished by itself a long time ago. No-one had been there to light a new candle to make the room feel like whole again. The photographer had died.
it really was dark, so dark she couldn’t see her hand n front of her eyes. She was scared. Trembling, intimidated and lost. This was the end, she knew it. And all because of a lousy parking ticket.
it was a place of fear.. dank and miserable. in the corner lay a tomb of webs encircling a child. a faint light from a candle flickred as a beam of light rendered her awake
photography is the bes thing in the entire world. you can capture a varied of emotions that a simple explanation would not to be equal to. nighttime, moonlight, beauty, love
this dark room of mine has a place where i can hide, this dark room of mine is place where i can smile, this place, where i can share my emotions and share my glory to, this dark room of mine has a special place in my heart, too bad i have to leave into the world soon, for i will miss this dark room of mine, what a sad sad sad day it will be D: dark rooms are cool for glow in the dark things :D
In middle school, our IA lab (industrial arts) had a dark room. IA was the best class; we got to make shit out of wood, weld, learn computer programming and process our own photos. If knitting had been involved, it would have been the most awesome class ever.
Alone. Scary. Where are you? Why did you leave me here alone? I need you. I need you now more than ever. I miss you. Come back to me. I wish you were here. I hate the darkness. Holy my hand. Come closer. Im cold.
I used a darkroom in my photojournalism class during my senior year of high school. My lab partner became one of my greatest friends to this day. His name is Aaron, and we still hang out in college. The darkroom was a place of laughter and good memories.
You are scared, you don’t know whats beyond the dark. Your senses are magnified. Every noise you become suspicious of. Your world caves in. You can’t make out the ordinary. Alone in the darkness that was once familiar.
photographs in infancy
pictures, not yet born
conceived but still protected
they develop here
turn into something more
than they ever could hope to be
in a shadowy, dimly lit darkroom
no light very dark, many things can happen, a bed a ,man and a woman kiss, touch, the light goes on and then one can see a lit city full of colors and lights, the room becomes dark again and then a door closes. what was that darkroom?
i am sitting in a darkroom with nothing but my hunger to find a light. to see. i am too close to the universe. i am too close to the unlit side of this earth. i need a light to comfort me.
in a dark room , the photographs develop, revealing their secrets.
What was on the negatives? we glimpsed, but didn’t see. The images appear,
and everything is shown.
I was standing in a darkroom when i saw a cold face appear. it was like no other thing i had ever seen before, its bright blue eyes reminded me of stars and galaxies from far away. It told me stories of love and hate but most of all, sadness. I thought about how much the world is filled with sadness
The darkroom was empty. Cain was stunned, but he couldn’t complain. This couldn’t have been more perfect. The seventeen year old Japanese student rolled the strange door shut and jammed the door with a screwdriver. He could not afford to be seen doing what he was about to do.
It was dark and life was tough. All I had was a candle and a feather. If only someone would turn the light on so that I could see these pictures. These beautiful pictures of my life that somehow seem to slip from my present into my past. Someone, please find me a match.
I was standing in a darkroom when i saw a cold face appear. it was like no other thing i had ever seen before, its bright blue eyes reminded me of stars and galazies fomr far away. it told me stories of love and hate but most of all, sadness. I thought about how much the world could be filled with sadness
Most compelling thoughts come from laying in a darkroom. Thoughts of where I’ll be in the future; who I’ll be. It’s the idea that I’m sitting in dark place, not being able to see the hand in front of me, but knowing its there. Knowing I’ll be somewhere, and be someone. Knowing that even though I can’t see it, I can feel it. I can feel the brightness from God smiling on my existence even in a darkroom.
I sit in the darkroom where my thoughts are contained. In the night, I’m trying to sleep, trying to leave everything from the previous day behind, but all I can do is reflect. I reflect on all of my life choices, happiness, regrets. I play over and over everything that happened in my mind, saying I should have done this, I shouldn’t have done that. I wish I could just live for the future.
always alone. ive learned to love it. being alone leaves me time to think, meditate and decide who and what i want to be. i can make my life anything i want. i have the power to decide and dictate. i will be positive. i will achieve. i will choose joy. everyday.
It was swallowing me up. I was screaming at them to let me out, to save me from this frigid, empty loneliness. I begged them for the light, but they could only give me the darkroom.
taco bell sauce. i can hear people laughing, it’s dark. i’m scared. please help. summer fun. laughing and playing in the sun. going on trips to the lake and singing, dancing, drinking wine, dreaming of the future. dark room. experiences with many, scary and positive.
I awoke in a darkroom. Not knowing where I was I turned around in the bed. Suddenly I heard someone approach. I open my mouth to scream and there is a hand thrust over it. “You don’t want to do that.” A ragged voice said in the darkness. I made a small noise and a candle was lit. I saw that face of my keeper.
The photographer sat over his work, staring down on what he had created. The masterpiece had fallen together so beautifully. Ever color, ever smudge, every line was heavenly.
I want to stay in a darkroom; not one just for photo developing, but one where I can hide from the world. I am tired of getting out of bed, I want to be in a darkroom and sleep forever, not worrying about real life…I need help but everyone thinks I am normal…. I want to talk to someone about it but no one will listen. I want to stay in a darkroom and hide from the pain called life.
i am in a dark room. the tv is going, but im the only one here. it’s quiet, here by myself. the computer screen glares at me with such a distant stare. i wonder what’s next. what will happen in 60 seconds? my cherry coke zero tastes so wonderful, i down the last drop.
lights gone, alone.
lost, isolated.
scared.
How did I get here?
Why?
Let me out, someone, please?
Please?
mature at a young age
There’s a darkroom in my school. I went there on the day of the new student orientation. Everything was dingy and dusty and coated with a sense of nostalgia. Memories. I wondered if I could ever fit in a place like this. But that darkroom is far away now. I didn’t even remember it until now.
Where photos reveal their true colours. Because sometimes, things develop better in the dark.
photograph of stinky ex moon light broken in two pieces of noon. stupid puppy. play it back.
photos develop in a darkroom. Sometimes things develop better in the dark than in the light.
pictures are made in dark rooms. babies are made in darkrooms. people feel like they have no inhibitions in darkrooms. yet the most important thing is that the room is dark, otherwise it is just a regular room.
The room was not lit at all. The only light it had ever had had extinguished by itself a long time ago. No-one had been there to light a new candle to make the room feel like whole again. The photographer had died.
it really was dark, so dark she couldn’t see her hand n front of her eyes. She was scared. Trembling, intimidated and lost. This was the end, she knew it. And all because of a lousy parking ticket.
it was a place of fear.. dank and miserable. in the corner lay a tomb of webs encircling a child. a faint light from a candle flickred as a beam of light rendered her awake
i cant see, lights are off. we can use the darkroom for the photos. i like the darkroom when watching movies. the oppisite is to switch on the lights
photography is the bes thing in the entire world. you can capture a varied of emotions that a simple explanation would not to be equal to. nighttime, moonlight, beauty, love
Everyone has a darkroom, some may deny it, but it’s there in the recesses, too frightening to visit.
The darkroom is the revelation room were photographs reveal their secrets leaving us in awe or desperation. Photographs are windows to the soul.
this dark room of mine has a place where i can hide, this dark room of mine is place where i can smile, this place, where i can share my emotions and share my glory to, this dark room of mine has a special place in my heart, too bad i have to leave into the world soon, for i will miss this dark room of mine, what a sad sad sad day it will be D: dark rooms are cool for glow in the dark things :D
In middle school, our IA lab (industrial arts) had a dark room. IA was the best class; we got to make shit out of wood, weld, learn computer programming and process our own photos. If knitting had been involved, it would have been the most awesome class ever.
In the beginning, a darkroom.
a descent into
holoform of hollowed forms,
cheekbones
rising
against the wall.
bubbles and more bubbles
Alone. Scary. Where are you? Why did you leave me here alone? I need you. I need you now more than ever. I miss you. Come back to me. I wish you were here. I hate the darkness. Holy my hand. Come closer. Im cold.
I used a darkroom in my photojournalism class during my senior year of high school. My lab partner became one of my greatest friends to this day. His name is Aaron, and we still hang out in college. The darkroom was a place of laughter and good memories.
You are scared, you don’t know whats beyond the dark. Your senses are magnified. Every noise you become suspicious of. Your world caves in. You can’t make out the ordinary. Alone in the darkness that was once familiar.
photographs in infancy
pictures, not yet born
conceived but still protected
they develop here
turn into something more
than they ever could hope to be
in a shadowy, dimly lit darkroom
no light very dark, many things can happen, a bed a ,man and a woman kiss, touch, the light goes on and then one can see a lit city full of colors and lights, the room becomes dark again and then a door closes. what was that darkroom?
i am sitting in a darkroom with nothing but my hunger to find a light. to see. i am too close to the universe. i am too close to the unlit side of this earth. i need a light to comfort me.
in a dark room , the photographs develop, revealing their secrets.
What was on the negatives? we glimpsed, but didn’t see. The images appear,
and everything is shown.
I was standing in a darkroom when i saw a cold face appear. it was like no other thing i had ever seen before, its bright blue eyes reminded me of stars and galaxies from far away. It told me stories of love and hate but most of all, sadness. I thought about how much the world is filled with sadness
The darkroom was empty. Cain was stunned, but he couldn’t complain. This couldn’t have been more perfect. The seventeen year old Japanese student rolled the strange door shut and jammed the door with a screwdriver. He could not afford to be seen doing what he was about to do.
It was dark and life was tough. All I had was a candle and a feather. If only someone would turn the light on so that I could see these pictures. These beautiful pictures of my life that somehow seem to slip from my present into my past. Someone, please find me a match.
I was standing in a darkroom when i saw a cold face appear. it was like no other thing i had ever seen before, its bright blue eyes reminded me of stars and galazies fomr far away. it told me stories of love and hate but most of all, sadness. I thought about how much the world could be filled with sadness
Most compelling thoughts come from laying in a darkroom. Thoughts of where I’ll be in the future; who I’ll be. It’s the idea that I’m sitting in dark place, not being able to see the hand in front of me, but knowing its there. Knowing I’ll be somewhere, and be someone. Knowing that even though I can’t see it, I can feel it. I can feel the brightness from God smiling on my existence even in a darkroom.
I sit in the darkroom where my thoughts are contained. In the night, I’m trying to sleep, trying to leave everything from the previous day behind, but all I can do is reflect. I reflect on all of my life choices, happiness, regrets. I play over and over everything that happened in my mind, saying I should have done this, I shouldn’t have done that. I wish I could just live for the future.
silent
always alone. ive learned to love it. being alone leaves me time to think, meditate and decide who and what i want to be. i can make my life anything i want. i have the power to decide and dictate. i will be positive. i will achieve. i will choose joy. everyday.
In a dark sat a box of tissues. No longer the soft comfort for a cold, but crusted in blood.
It was swallowing me up. I was screaming at them to let me out, to save me from this frigid, empty loneliness. I begged them for the light, but they could only give me the darkroom.
taco bell sauce. i can hear people laughing, it’s dark. i’m scared. please help. summer fun. laughing and playing in the sun. going on trips to the lake and singing, dancing, drinking wine, dreaming of the future. dark room. experiences with many, scary and positive.
I awoke in a darkroom. Not knowing where I was I turned around in the bed. Suddenly I heard someone approach. I open my mouth to scream and there is a hand thrust over it. “You don’t want to do that.” A ragged voice said in the darkness. I made a small noise and a candle was lit. I saw that face of my keeper.
The photographer sat over his work, staring down on what he had created. The masterpiece had fallen together so beautifully. Ever color, ever smudge, every line was heavenly.