Hello everyone. I am so blessed to announce that I published my first book on January 15. It is one of my dreams and all glory goes to God. Please write me a letter if you are interested in it or have any questions. I can give you more info!
I was there,
Searching for my papers into an old shelf of books.
Where I found my favourite novel,
Coated with the thin layers of dust.
It was still as tempting to me,
As it was before.
And grabbed it out dusting to get it's same old new finish.
The pages smelled so nice,
That I couldn't stop my fingers from turning it.
I wanted to re-read my most favorite part of the book.
The scene where,
The author met his love for the first time, describing her beauty with the nib of his ink,
Their first kiss that made him believe in love and crazy feelings.
The page where I kept your love in the form of my bookmark!
The page, which I...
These days I have been forced to slow down, so this time allowed me to read a book I had bought a month ago, called 'And the mountains echoed', by Khaled Hosseini. I had read 'The Kite Runner' a couple of years ago, so I held high expectations for this story, and I wasn't disappointed at the end.
The author narrates the story of two siblings in Afghanistan, who were separated and, after almost fifty years, meet again. What impressed me most is not the story, because we in Latin America are well acquainted with separation, poverty and hunger, but the way in which it is narrated. The particular stories of all the characters are interwoven in such a way that each one contributes in a way to the ...
All the books I've ever read somehow describes only YOU,
somehow You are the only number on every of it's page.....
I want that when you look into my eyes, you find them blank.
I want the words that come out of my mouth are full of indifference.
I want that the smile of my face is not tinted by your presence.
But before it all happens,
I have to go through my own personal hell.
My eyes will be full of broken pieces of hope.
My mouth will convey nothing, suffering in silence.
My face will reveal my heartache.
And even if i achieve how to plaster a happy face.
It wouldn't heal my hurting soul,
Was it worth fighting for?
the resilience of a book
is a quality we, humans,
can only ever wish to
become—to give the world.
a book knows no
prejudice. a book
tells only what it believes
within. attached at specific edges,
a book lies and sits and stays
and keeps a place without
indecision. Loyalty is
returned to those who give
and knowledge is a price
that pays off. The resilience
of a book—immortal.
Skylark Challenge 118
( Before reading my analysis, I highly suggest reading HP Lovecraft's story "What the moon brings" for reference. This is my literary analysis of his work, as based on the text from this short story)
What the moon brings is a short story written by H.P. Lovecraft. An American writer who is regarded as the godfather of the Horror Genre. Dark, Foreboding, complex and Intense, these are just some of the words that can be used to describe not only Lovecraft's writing style but the author himself.
Inspired by a dream, “What the moon brings” is the story of one man's journey towards death. A great illustration of the inner
S T O R M th...
Being outright I failed
What the mighty prevails
A shiny book of pearls
Fading the sun
In the icey cold moon
Holding a ring of hazard
Or A shard that compel
To pour Me out
You call your heart....
She wasn't the folded corner of a page, where you'd stop reading when you wanted to, and got back wherever you felt like. She was each of the raw words in those sentences you'd underline and the lines you'd highlight, then move on from, but eventually come back to reading again and again.
- Kristee Marshall
Vuelvo a escribir y leer en este libro viejo...
Pues los versos, las palabras, los párrafos y textos de él, son los que me llenaban con solo leerlo, aunque no era de mi propiedad me gustaba tenerlo y leerlo un ratito. Lleno de historias bonitas y me identificaba.
Deshecho mi libro nuevo porque por no darme ideas de que escribir me sentía descepcionado.
He was not her elixir of life,
He was her horcrux.
A part of her soul..
I remember reading a quote from Mitch Albom's book, Tuesdays with Morrie:
"You see, you closed your eyes. That was the difference. Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too--even when you’re in the dark. Even when you’re falling."
Have you ever trust that way?
You don't deserve a phrase or a stanza
Neither a sentence nor an idiom
Either a passage nor a paragraph
You deserve a written book of how amazing you are
reading their stories
happy or sad
hope always exists
relating to the pain of words
or experiencing the Loughter they discribe
words can go blood red by hate or love
Every book teaches and I learn
not just what's written
but learn new things