Posts Tagged: Books
On losing your keys (February 3rd 2016)
Giving up is one of the most difficult things a person can do. Especially when it is not of their own volition. What is even worse is when it is fear that is holding you back. Fear of failing, fear
On losing your keys (February 3rd 2016)
Giving up is one of the most difficult things a person can do. Especially when it is not of their own volition. What is even worse is when it is fear that is holding you back. Fear of failing, fear
Portraits
There are those of us that read e-books, or hardbacks without the dust jacket, because our favorite pickup line is “what are you reading?” There are those of us that keep a dictionary in the top drawer of our nightstand.
A romance novel
The words are watching you. They crescendo as you read along. Pages flip before you get a chance to read that last word. You start out by reading the last sentence of the book. But, you don’t know that. To
A romance novel
The words are watching you. They crescendo as you read along. Pages flip before you get a chance to read that last word. You start out by reading the last sentence of the book. But, you don’t know that. To
A loving thing
I’m going to marry a bookshelf That’s all there is to it A loving thing One that I could spoil with books And it would spoil me back
A loving thing
I’m going to marry a bookshelf That’s all there is to it A loving thing One that I could spoil with books And it would spoil me back
192 pages of my life
I’m a man of few words. That suits me just fine. I read a lot to make up for the quiet. But, it’s always loud in my head. I’d rather find a way to stop my brain from thinking so
192 pages of my life
I’m a man of few words. That suits me just fine. I read a lot to make up for the quiet. But, it’s always loud in my head. I’d rather find a way to stop my brain from thinking so
You’ll always be my favorite muse
I want to spread your fingers, fan them Like pages. 53, 54, 55. I want to read the Words written on the lines that are Engraved into your palms. Cup your Hands, let
You’ll always be my favorite muse
I want to spread your fingers, fan them Like pages. 53, 54, 55. I want to read the Words written on the lines that are Engraved into your palms. Cup your Hands, let
Dare them to say that knowledge doesn’t pay
I’m telling you this, because you look like a person who makes love to printed words. One that leaves their mark on the yellowed paper. I want you to open your wallet, your purse, or even look in your sock.
Dare them to say that knowledge doesn’t pay
I’m telling you this, because you look like a person who makes love to printed words. One that leaves their mark on the yellowed paper. I want you to open your wallet, your purse, or even look in your sock.
LITTLE TALKS 