Hey everyone! Amy here. 😀 Yes, I know the title says June. And yes, I know it’s not. But I did miss June’s TOAW (gasp! The horror!) so I’m keeping this (now very old) draft with all of its’ beautiful pictures and so-so poems. As for the flowers, the one that appears more than once is a bush in our backyard, and the rest are from a butterfly place we stopped at during vacation. I know how long Nikki’s last TOAW was…
Yup, that’s right, if you haven’t figured it out by now- I CRACKED THE SECRET OF GIFS!!!!!!!!!!! Isn’t it a beautiful day!?!
My first poem (sorry, I’ve only just started my non-book related post and it’s already about books!) references Paper Towns, and also books in general, of course.
We think our world is sturdy,
Everything is fragile,
Like paper. We live like paper people in a paper world,
The same paper story every day.
Where’s the tall tales? The fantasies? The plot twists?
We’re all one big book, full of everyone’s stories.
But books are only paper:
The real story is in the words on the page. The paper words on the paper page.
Often we get so caught up in how we are a story
That we forget we’re also just a paper book.
But when we remember that we’re merely paper,
We remember that paper only lasts so long
We remember how we could tear at any instant
And we remember that life should be treasured, yours and every other that you meet.
If life is treasured, it is truly worth living.
When you find it worth living, your reader will find that they care about your story
You will live on in their head, still paper, but important and someone cared for.
Empty, nothingness, the lack of something.
How can I be worth anything
If I am made of this?
I’m full of veins and organs and tissue
And yet somehow, there is a lack of something
I’m missing that special spark
Why am I different?
Why do I lack the same?
I’m soulless, coldhearted, unfeeling
I could just fade away
And who would be there to notice?
What makes me different?
Why can’t I be the same?
Look at me-
I’m already fuzzy on the edges
Once the lines are gone,
Because there is no more left to see
I am hollow.
(This does not describe me. I was simply inspired.)
Well, after months of editing and re-editing, this post has become quite different… And a heckuva lot shorter! Many of the pictures (most) were lost between edits, as was lots of thoughts along the way. Hence the extremely short (I failed) post, etc. etc. Do you guys still enjoy these types of posts? Would you like to see more of them? Just scroll down to that comment section and tell me what you think! I always love feedback on my work, good or bad. (This isn’t my best work, but oh well. Inspiration doesn’t come on demand.) Well, that’s it for now! Toodles!