Under the tree with a book in hand
Many dreams get real
That's what stands the test of time
One page at a time.
While the characters leap out and dance
Many stories get unravelled
With the breeze comes a languid peace
Many plots get interesting twists and turn
Each turn of the page begins
An imagination going beyond the real world
The mind knows what this means
Its making life surreal.
Dear Pen Pals;
The thing about me is... I'm an introvert person. I love staying up late in my bedroom... alone. I spend my time mostly reading a book, and writing my book series. I love studying a lot of things that revolve around metaphysical and spiritual stuff.
I think that's it for now. I'll write a letter again next time!
If I'm the page
And you're the pen
Dirty me with
Your ink again
Let's make history
On virgin sheet
Stain my heart
With every beat
Write of love
Inscribe your name
Scar your words
I’ll feel no pain
If I'm the page
And you're the pen
So we never end
Love me xxx
That's all what you need to be a bibliophile, x
It seems so unfair,
To be able to see it,
Fight for it
But never really able to touch it, grab it, hug it.
It teases with its soft touch,
Running from my eyes, tears.
Stealing kisses from my lips
And dreams from my nights.
It comes with the winds to take my breath away.
And yet it leaves me to live, suffer
In the bittersweetness of its constant presence and absence.
Is morning sunshine,
Thunder and rain,
Love is happiness and sadness
Combined with contentment and urges
Its having freedom of control and control of freedom.
A paradox in itself, mocking on sarcasm.
The one challenging the irony of hope.
So Here's what my day picks up Again
Revolutionized by thoughts
In this era of throwbacks
Fading off every that cause,
Which bothered me awhile
And set me aback.
Now times finally back Again.
As always In its own Form!
To follow the age old quote
"What's a life full of care,
Nor a minute to Stand& Stare"
Yeah, just recollect
When was the last time
You did something
For yourself, for your own
What was the last thing,
You've gifted to yourself?
Try to judge,
What means a Quality time,
For you, And when was
The last time you've
Actually spent some
Mechanized brains motorized
Our heart and Soul too.
And here we are losing,
Nothing but our own weapon.
There's no such thing as one love
There's no such thing as two extremes
There's no such thing as a love triangle ⛛
There's no such thing as four corners of the earth
As far as I know, I love myself and so do I love him
We may be different but have same dreams
And that love triangle has books in between
About the four corners... Well we are still spinning with love so brimming!
If people have single reason to go away, turn their faces from me.
Nothing is better than that.(for them and me.)
I count it as their gratitude.
(my mind uttered in peace.)
In my head
It was all so clear
A book of fables
To be written
But as soon as the words
Started spilling onto paper
They seemed more like lies
I was trying to conjure
I should have just been happy
To watch the story
Play out like a picture show
In my mind
But I got too greedy
And now the pages are blurred. JD
#FablesAndLies #OctoberFalls #PoetryChallenge
DIDNT THEIR LIGHT
IT STILL FLICKERS
IN MY SOUL
She was looking out of the store window, drinking her favorite coffee. When out of the blue a man showed up and sat down at her table, looking straight into her eyes and she felt an electric charge, unable to blink or break off the hold of his gaze.
The unfamiliar familiarity she felt, like remembering something that never happened. He smiled at her and uttered a single line "its immortality, my darling! ", got up and went away.
Startled by sudden happening she tried to follow him, catch him only to find herself unable to move, dizzy and chocking.
The coffee was poisoned,he found her for the 25th time in her 25th life.
The pressures on, my editor wants my pages. I'm thankful for her as I can be to get my writing organized. She is 100% on board as we have spoken extensively about the book. Praying for an ease of creativity. A super speed typing. I have hand written so much and did audio dictating to another large batch of material. At least some is typed and sent her way.
Visited an all black church Sunday and was blown away. I've been in other churches primarily black, but nothing this electric. The presence of God was thick. The preacher, an 80 plus year old black woman, called me out. She walked right up to me and said, "Someone is writing a book.". As she went on describi...
An unexpected run in
Left me out of my element
And stumbling for words
But now, the deed is done
And we've crossed
That imaginary line
Into the story
Yet to be written
Now only time will tell
If the pages will be filled
Or if you will simply remain
And an unfinished book. JD
*Unexpected* (or *The Story Of Us* Part II)
#TimeWillTell #SeptemberFalls #PoetryChallenge
Oblivious to the gazillion words stuck to her feet from walking from book to book they called her lazy....
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A PRETTY LENGTHY LETTER AND YOU MIGHT FIND SOME THINGS I'VE SAID ABOUT EXTROVERTS A LITTLE RUDE. LET ME ASSURE YOU THAT I DON'T MEAN TO OFFEND YOU BASED ON YOUR PERSONALITY, I LOVE EVERYONE IRRESPECTIVELY AND THIS PIECE WAS INTENDED TO BE NOTHING BUT A FUN READ.
Growing up introverted, my ideas of fun are a little different from the rest of the society that is culturally and numerically dominated by extroverts that unintentionally drain out my life essence by meaningless rituals of everyday social interaction.
For example, if some one told me 'Hey, go have fun... Do whatever you want to do', I'll go sleep for three days. No kidding. I'll sleep, watch ...
The first time I laid eyes on you
I didn't really see you
You were just a passing stranger
In a seemingly busy world
But now, each time you pass
I get a deeper look at who you are
And the plot to our future thickens
As the story in my mind
Continues to grow
You are still a stranger to me
One who just passes on the street
But by the time this story is written
I have no doubt you'll be beside me
And we'll be turning the pages
*The Story Of Us*