When I was but a girl,

Pages whispered secrets without a sound,

In worlds of black and white,

Characters quickly became companions,

Springing to life with every word,

Taking me by the hand,

Leading me away, to an escape.

Through realms held together by nothing but a spine,

Stories unfolded, serene,

Their world touching mine, intertwining.

Each story's end brought a quiet sorrow,

A silent goodby...

(Can’t promise how free verse it will be 🤷‍♀️)

I read a book today

And yes I mean in it’s entirety

Started it, finished it, cried a lot along the way

I found it quite devastating

So I’m a bit of an emotional wreck

I can’t find closure

It’s my first time reading a story about the terminally ill

And I still tear up thinking about it

About what he gave up

“Five feet apart” wasn’t enough

He wanted...

Leathery backs on ink labored pages,

That hold livelihoods and dreams etched into the paper grains that fill out loose spines.

There is a person poured between those pages ,

Their words and their thoughts dusted on fingertips,

And fabricated in imaginative minds.

It is through this text that some ideas are infinite,

And some people are immortal through only the words they leave behind....

Old yellowing pages

About sorcerers

And powerful mages

So many twists and turns

Unhappy endings

And plot burns

So thick, so thin

The bigger the better

Make my head spin

I love them books

So, so darn much

But if you take my book… 😡...

Oh books

Fantasy

Historic

Realistic

Mystery

I love it all

I’ll read

And read

And read

Until I have too many paper cuts

I can dive into a world full of dragons

Or leap into the French Revolution and try the cakes

I can live an ordinary life with a small twist to it

I can join a crew and solve mysteries throughout the city

Whatever I’m reading

I can imagine it

I can feel it

I am the main character

N...

“It’ll be so worth it”

I said

“You’re totally equipped”

I said

“You’ve got nothing but time!”

Those were the words of a fool

In love with those precious things

Called words

And the way they glimmered

Across pages and pages

In that sweet phenomenon

Called a “book”

And now November is ending

My eyes are watering

Not with sorrow

Not with fatigue

But with regret

“Words are stupid!”

I...

They open your eyes to new things.

They teach you new words.

They help you understand new people.

Books make everything new....

When I saw you I smiled

When I saw you, it was like seeing an old friend.

An old friend that I haven’t seen in years.

I pick you up and flip the pages.

Rereading the story that had made me smile as a child.

I put you back because I’m now an adult and you are still a children’s book.

...

Smell

Old leather

Crumbly paper

Flipping

Sound

Ink stained fingers

New worlds

Old friends

Time lost

Time found

Inspiration

Annoyance

Laughter

Tears

Want more

Story ends ...

Wordsmiths

Cover to cover pulsating with intelligence

It is at your finger tips

What was once a relic, now sits in pixels under glass screens

Imagination, street smarts and dreams

A paper jungle

With leather doors

The absence of materialism, a sweet solitude in the tainted march of society, a manhole for the passion of gods

Deep cut ink in veins of poets

Masterminds from the deepest regions of ...