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Anya Oct 7
I discovered something today
The proposal
Of the main character
Of my novel
Had me jumping
All over the house
In a fit
Of giggles
It’s easier for one to get closer
To a fictional character
You know everything about them

If my classmate
Told me something
In the way of romantic
I may congratulate her
With a smile
But it’d be
Nowhere near
As energetic
As I am now
Jeff S Oct 7
My name is Arthur Ness and I'm a writer.
You may not of heard of me.
I'm not a good one.

That is. You see, I've been trapped in this
Hotel room, room 56, for 18 days, and

i lost the key twice, burned myself
with the coffee maker
three times and

in the sauna downstairs—
well, you get the idea.
I'm not a good

Anya Sep 25
I look at novels
And I base my life off of it
Often has me feeling disappointed
Then I wonder,
Is it the excitement,
Or the predictability?
The adventures
Or the security?
That everything’s going to be alright
I find
I don’t really know
But I still appreciate my life
I love it
I really do
Wouldn’t a perfect life
Be boring?
Karo Sep 24
we all have a story to tell
and maybe
I'll be ready to share mine
Julia Martin Sep 22
He was a novel

I was the chapter

I begged

And begged

to be his happy ending.
We were once seventeen,
When everything is at its finest
With our first taste of champagne but
We prefer lemonade instead;
and our
Bodies with so many hormones,
o ****!
To learn we are naively in love;
with some boy who outwits you.
We play
Video games and eat too much.
The finest seventeen days were when we gave our fears a beating.
After two music festivals,
we would walk around the hills,
and then go to beach where we would talk in the cafes in the evenings.
At night,
we would be in her house with the windows open,
and the stars bright,
and after that we would say goodnight.

It'll all end in April.

We were once seventeen,
When everything was at is finest.
Inspired by Rimbaud’s poem Novel.
Knowledge has ahead of it, forgetfulness.
The crow does not stop to examine his wing,
His gaze would surely cause him to fall out the sky.
Yet there is a time when knowing is fruitful.
Reflective verse for a work in progress - Crows Cage, a graphic novel about a correlation with the life and works of Vincent van Gogh
Josh G Aug 31
Numerous titles spanning an ocean of literature
Offering stories of grandeur and knowledge
Voiced from the thoughts of artistic and powerful minds
Expanding ones curiosity to dive
Luicdly into the greatest works of past and present times
Eyithen Aug 29
If my life was a book
Would anyone read it?
Would it be happy or sad?
Romance or Action?

If my life were a book
Would it be like a John Green Novel?
Or would it be morphed into Fantasy?
Would it be filled with Mystery like a Nancy Drew volume?
Or filled with Drama?
I think i would be a trilogy; possibly more,
Because one book won't even cover a day's worth of thoughts.

If my life were a book
Would it be made of experiences and feelings?
Contemplating the small stuff
and finding the beauty in everything?
Would it be like Narnia?
Everything metaphorical
Filled with personification and anthropomorphism.

If my life were a book
Would my inner demons become monsters or a curse?
Would my love interest be a charming prince?
A rouge outlaw? Or someone i would least expect?

If my life were a book
I can only hope it would be a great adventure.
One with foreign lands and exotic animals.
One that defies gravity
And goes against everything we can imagine

If my life were a book, if one were to read it,
They would learn more about me in a hundred pieces of paper
Then they could in a day.

If my life were a book
One could possibly know me better then i know myself
Because we often reveal more than we intend to without ever knowing it ourselves.
When I try to write poetry I write a novel instead
I can write a full page of how I'm feeling  or I don't know how to express my feelings with words and it's hard for me to write it down on paper
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