by Poet on the Piano Sep 26, 2013
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
It's a bit sad the way she reads books: greeting them with a cappuccino, blowing butterfly kisses their way near bedtime, studying their insight until time forgets about her, nodding off on their imperfect pages. Yet literature can never satisfy her. At the end of the day, her eyes are grim and unhappy. I know, she knows, the pages know that she must return: to her life. To what was claimed for her by invisible force. To a reality that bleeds darkness instead of an everlasting ink. |
by Redangelwings
Most impressive write here. I love how you described this person getting sucked into the story and losing all reality. At least thats how I see it. Sometimes an escape from reality it really needed as the world seems to be dark. I like also how it seems you are at a coffee shop. |
by Britt
"I know, she knows, the pages know that she must return. To her life. To what was claimed for her by invisible force. To a reality that bleeds darkness instead of an everlasting ink." |
by Abed
Suuuuper impressive!! |
by Alanis
This is good, something a bit different, but satisfying all the same! I really like that you described the way she read books. You are truely a poet. |