A Perfect Picture

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  1. brokenandlonely

    brokenandlonely Well-Known Member

    As I am asked, what is a camera? As people may say,
    It's a device with a flash
    Made to capture moments, places, memories and people
    To remember all these cherished times
    But the camera I have, is one you can't see
    It's one that is actually a part of me, my mind
    It records these special moments that are hard to find

    These photographs that have been mental images
    Have been taking of times shared with laughter
    The negatives are kept hidden in a secret place
    As I look back, remember and reflect
    I have no need to focus, as the lenses are my eyes
    Always at the right angle, with an accurate view
    I mentally capture these moments that I can't leave forgotten or behind

    No flash, no batteries are needed
    As it's operated with feelings that are felt
    No special lighting is needed, it can be dark
    As I wait to visualize what my imagination will spark
    Most pictures that are stored are vividly clear and sharp
    These are the ones that I hold near
    The times full of smiles, happiness and joy
    Enough to fill a lifetime and spread across countless miles

    There are photos, at times which are a blur
    Not wanting to feel or even endure
    These memories of the past
    Are ones of sadness, tears
    Of loved ones who are gone way too fast
    A spark of chemistry, a feeling so strong
    Forms these mental images that are blocked
    These images are locked in an album, as the key is hidden
    As they refuse to set me free

    A reminder of what was once, how things used to be
    Leaves me with a feeling of nothingness to be desired
    The blame, myself as I let the film expire
    The roll starts perfect
    Memories and images taint as it gets underdeveloped
    Never having a chance
    Never being able to fill up an entire roll
    The camera drops, shatters, as it ruins my goal

    Afraid of starting fresh, to reload, focus on new direction
    Old photographs are brought up, leaving questions unanswered
    Answers are impossible to reach, as they are hard to find
    How does one advance, when they can't rewind?
    I'd like for once, develop the feelings again
    How it must be, to move on have somewhere to begin
    How do I print a memory, have one start,
    Enlarge it, frame it and hold it dear in my heart

    Everyday that is encountered is new
    Pictures upon pictures that are viewed
    I decide which ones to print, to keep
    Ones that need to be buried way way down and deep
    Surfaces on the outside can be very deceiving
    As it covers up what I'm really feeling
    There is nothing that is a "perfect picture" as it seems
    Something that will allow us to close our eyes, envision and dream

    As I strive towards the very top
    Every photograph must be kept and not forgotten
    Happy, Sad, Joy, Pain, Tears and miracles
    Each hold a meaning, worth a thousand words as we are told
    Cherish these moments; keep the photos within no matter how old.
  2. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    wow, brilliant poem harry :hug: :)
  3. me myself and i

    me myself and i Account Closed

    Harry! Mmmmmmm, many levels, deeper depths.
  4. Pécheur

    Pécheur Account Closed


    I love it babe.. :wub:
  5. A.SoNiC.boY

    A.SoNiC.boY Well-Known Member

    daaamn dude....
  6. revoltra

    revoltra Well-Known Member

    One of your best ones. Printing iy out and laminating (scotch tape style).
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