#shelves
my day
a museum
of disappointments
and I'm
the biggest tragedy
in the shelves
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 9:25 PM UTC
*When I look at all of their accomplishments
I see me
I see the potential I could be
The time inside therein intertwined
Most strenuously
And yet
I know my motives are not pure
And so I wait
For calling to be
On a shelf because
Selfishness will not endure
But a calling will last for forever*
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
The girl was a novel awaiting to be read,
Sitting on a oak shelf with endless colors in her hair.
She wore her scars hidden behind her parchment clothes,
Dreaming about a chapter that had yet to be exposed.
She spent her days between the pages,
Falling behind in the world's story.
She had read herself so many times,
that she had forgotten to read the world once.
The girl was a novel awaiting to be read,
by someone rather than herself.
She had been consumed in her own pages,
lost in a sea unfathomably alone.
The girl never once turned to look beside her;
at the row of books left untouched on the same shelf.
They had always been there in their rainbow sea of colors;
their binders tattered and titles exposed.
She believed herself to be a book,
never a reader.
The oak shelf did nothing but
support her.
The girl was a novel awaiting to be read.
The girl was a novel awaiting to be favored.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC