Books

Sink down
in that oversuffed
puffy armchair
that you've always
been meant
to sit on
and open a book
a window
to a world unlike your own
a little piece
of life itself
it's pages are worn
the corners dog-eared
from all the places
where people had to 
unfortunatly
stop and be distracted
read slowly
and let the words
sink in
and flow through
your absorbing
sponge-like mind
let each sentence
make a movie
inside your head
 

EverlastingWaves

VT

15 years old

More by EverlastingWaves

  • Thoughts after the fair

    I’ve never enjoyed the feeling of being sick to your stomach on a fair ride. Maybe I just don’t have the iron-willed intestines that all of my friends seem to have, because I get sick from going on the teacups at a normal speed.

  • october, my love

    october,
    my love,
    it is good to see you once again.

    although it appears i have missed
    your grand entrance,
    while i left the room.

    i walked along the street to visit you,
    and looked up,
  • scratches

    skin pulled taut and tight
    burning like the light
    that seeps through cracks
    underneath the door

    from stray branches and walking
    throughout the woods, balking
    at the idea
    of no path

    water rests on skin