Scrapbook

My words feel like an old scrapbook

Made from a childs unskilled hands

How nobody knows the true order

Of the many pictures and no one

cares to find the other half of a

torn memory because they don't

Remember it to begin with

 

These same people look at this book

And coo over how adorable it is

Not even knowing what possessed

That child to take such time

And patients most young children

Tend to lack, only to paste some

Forgotten memories to a page

 

Nobody cares about the reason

Behind the scrapbook always

Assuming there really is no meaning

Taking everything as face value

Because it's only "childs play" to them

 

If only these people could see

The reasons to scattered worn

Pictures, memories, thoughts

Pasted to a blank piece of paper

Put away in a lost notebook.

Reviews

[zainul]

Appreciate your sweet thought.
Scrapbook is the earliest piece of literature.

[DoNt LoSe YoUrSeLf]

After reading this, I basically fell in love simply due to it's imagery. I admire how you understand that people don't bother to look beyond the cover of something in order to know it's actual value, be it a person or a simple scrapbook. Scrapbooking creates such wonderful memories and it could be a key to getting you through tough days. The way you crafted this was perfect :)

[sheila.j]

:) Thank you so much!!

[Luke L]

Lovely and honest piece! Keep up the great work! I love the bare honesty in this taking away the ego :)

[sheila.j]

Thank you so much!

[Luke L]

no worries keep at it

[kublakhan27]

This one speaks volumes to how I often view my own writing, and the insecurities I harbour towards the way others view it...great piece :)

[sheila.j]

Thank you!!

[Ohhhwillow]

This is a bright, gleaming concept, after all life is just a mismatch of converse pictures, shades, patterns and scribbling a that stick with us.

Your opening line, I felt may strike with more force as a metaphor as opposed to simile, by saying "my words are an old scrapbook".. By that's just me!

The whole way through this you flood the mind with visual pleasures, that we all know so well, of childhoods fragmented memories and "thoughts pasted to a blank piece of paper"..

This is brilliant!

[sheila.j]

Thank you!! I actually like the metaphor "my words are an old scrapbook" better than the simile I have :)