The old bookstore.
Do you remember the bookstores?
Books piled high from ceilings to floors.
Pictures and words float before your eyes.
You can read stories of truth and lies.
Without bookstores what can we do
On days we feel sad and blue?
We need a way to escape every day.
A daydream where we can frolic and play.
Please bring back our bookshops.
When I see one, my heart stops.
A long journey to become an author,
Days of soul searching and hard work.
The words need to be enticing and clear,
A bridge to the reader’s heart.
A movie camera sweeps across scenes,
So does a book’s point of view.
One point of view shows one angle
While changing points of view reveal more.
To be lost in a book is indeed a gift,
An escape from the mundane and boring.
A visit to far away places can be
An adventure to open your mind’s eye.
Once completed, a book is a treasure,
A symbol of the author’s hopes and dreams.
A confectioner’s delight to be tasted and savored,
To be remembered by the many or just a few.
No reason to leave this room.
Books provide sustenance.
Words to soothe the soul.
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Petals drift in the warm breeze.
Pretty in pink, they flutter.
The fragrance tickles my nose.
Velvety soft to the touch.
My senses engaged.
My mind is at rest.
No need for worries.
No need for more words.
By Rhaevyn Hart
Do you feel empty inside?
You have nothing to offer the world.
No words of wisdom to share.
No pretty pictures to paint.
No music to play.
This isn’t true.
Everyone has something to offer.
Let no one make you feel unimportant.
Each of us has an important role to play.
What is yours?
THIS WALL
Words fill the crevices of my mind.
Emotions that are too hard to find.
Love poetry trembles from my lips.
Your passion I can bear in small sips.
Behind closed eyes, I can still see your face.
Hard features I cannot seem to erase.
Filled pages fall from my open fingers.
The unspoken love sonnet still lingers.
Maybe I should burn my wall of pages
To help clear my mind of these wild rages.
by Karolina Danek
Books change me.
They influence me
And make me theirs.
I become their characters.
I live their stories.
If we can’t fulfill our dreams in our daily lives,
Then we can achieve them in our writing.
We write short stories and novels
About evil creatures and deadly games.
That is precisely what I have done.
I picked an exotic locale.
I picked Florida.
Not exactly exotic but it has palm trees.
I grew up in a big city
But always wanted to live in a small town.
I created a small town
And called it, Oasis.
The main character is me.
I love books and bookstores.
The protagonist moves to Oasis
And opens a bookshop.
You get the idea.
The main character, Linda,
Is living my dream.
She makes friends and is happy.
Then my mind takes a darker turn.
Linda and her friends uncover secrets.
They’re pursued by dark shadows,
Caught in a quagmire of deceit and evil.
I have my small town
By the seashore,
Where fantasies come true,
And some just don’t.
A perfect spot for me.
Books as far as you can see.
Covering the high walls.
Even lining the halls.
Stories for me to read.
Nothing more I would need.
Talk is cheap.
Words are weak.
Action has worth.
Action speaks louder.
