10 Absolutely Relatable Quotes About Books
Infinite peals of laughter
tickle me out of my despair.
Temporal sweet abandon
of these moments so rare.
Pain that undulates
from the middle to the sides.
Such delicate delights,
the product of boundless minds.
The pristine joy of madness
battles watered down sadness.
Tiny stolen gasps of liquid air;
Life can be a strange affair.
My ennui fades like smoke rings,
crisp sounds of pages turning fill my room.
Trifle things, these gossamer feelings
sweep away vestiges of a drowsy afternoon
Stories spill from these eternal springs;
Free me when I am confined.
I open a book and fly away on paper wings,
leaving all my troubles behind.
Image Credit: Dream on Paper Wings by Zano
How much time do you intend to spend
holding on to your naïve notions of everlasting happiness?
How much love will you turn away
before you are brave enough to risk it all again?
You took a chance once.
It worked for a while
and then it didn’t.
The hours of waiting alone,
listening for footsteps at the door,
footsteps that never came,
they still haunt you.
So you cling to those memories of pain
that you let define the rest of your life.
You wear a cloak of cynicism
over your shrivelled heart.
Image Credit: 迷い子by Jun Kumaori
That night about a week ago,
when you drove me home,
I saw you smile for the first time
I assumed you had noticed my hair
and the new dress.
My heart fluttered with renewed hope.
The next few days
flew by in a happy haze;
The smile still upon your face
Then last night,
while you were asleep
I heard you call out a name
with so much longing
that I knew…
Your smile, like sunshine,
even though it made me glow for a while,
was never meant to warm my satellite heart.
How strange, I didn’t notice
what I can now clearly see -
A new love shines in your eyes,
purging every memory of me.
Yes, from now on,
bit by bit, every day,
whenever I’ll look into your eyes,
I know I shall see myself fading away.
Image Credit : Beth by Ray Dominic
It is a good life;
A life so many desire.
But it is not the life for me.
Back when I was all surface,
I was made to believe
this is where I had to be;
this, the only way
that I could ever be happy.
after an operose haul,
I am finally here.
And I feel like a fool.
when the air itself feels surreal,
do I understand,
there is neither happiness
nor peace to be attained
by living someone else’s dream.
It is a swell life;
but it is not how I want to live mine.
Image Credit : The Business Men’s Goodbye by Catrin Welz-Stein
This is a fact only known
by those afflicted with IAD* :
is a common occurrence
between three and four at night
(well, technically, morning).
This is the drowsy hour,
when often you will find
those who will not sleep
shaking with manic laughter
over a picture or a meme
that is only mildly amusing.
IAD : Internet addiction disorder, or, more broadly, Internet overuse, problematic computer use or pathological computer use, is excessive computer use that interferes with daily life.
Form of Poetry : Etheree
Or white -
Choose one box.
Boom! You are done.
You can rest in peace,
Safe within your straight lines.
But those who cannot decide
can drift – as if lost, as if free -
in the infinite grey galaxy
of dubious doubts and uncertainty.
Image credit : Living in a Box World #Daily365