An Ornamental Past Contained
Big brother Vincent [ /?fit4ltr ] wrote a poem called Photographs in his profile. I got inspired to react to that poem he wrote. This poem below is my reaction to his.
An Ornamental Past Contained
by Vincent Lai •~ moonrakerz ~•
Things you won't let go
Doesn't mean you haven't.
Things you already threw
Doesn't mean you're off burden.
Like pictures on your shelf they remain
That's where they stay, not forgotten.
Unlike memories stuck in your head
Pictures don't flash back all of a sudden.
It's when you let your mind drift
Immersed in the unimportance
of their significance
You let your past take over
You let it become the present, the future
Not unless you let it blip its good and bad
Lest your mind exude all the goodness of the good
And let it consume the evil of the bad
Pictures will either be a pain
Or just there like an ornamental past contained.
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Photographs
by Big Brother Vincent Lai •~ fit4ltr ~•
From the shelf on which you sit,
behind the faded glass,
tarnished is the frame,
not unlike our past.
Why I keep you there
I will never understand.
reminisce of a love
that will never be again.
There's no longer any trace,
nothing left to see,
memories set in glass,
is all it will ever be.
The picture tells a story
that only we can hear,
words that go unspoken
for only us to hear.
How could we know,
what more could we do?
time had sealed our fate,
our road had split in two.
We never had a chance,
our hearts would always weep,
the love that came our way,
we were never meant to keep.
We are no longer those people,
we are tarnished like the frame
time took it's toll
it can never be the same.
I can pretend all I want
see what isn't there,
tell myself lies
to convince me you're here.
Behind the faded glass
lives forever-and-a-day
priceless is the memory
time can't take away.
and just for a moment
I'm able to feel again
but love that beats the heart
is always soon to end.
So from the shelf on which you sit
where time cannot be told
ageless behind the glass
our love cannot grow old.