Tuesday, May 18, 2010

The Books Never Written









Dragons, angels, gnomes, creatures beneath the earth that make words with hammers, a shooting star that shoots back, rain falling from the ground to the sky, bars that refuse to serve dwarfs or wanderers, a fountain that makes you young (and lonely) while those around you grow old, saplings that know everything, a sea made of tears from every lover who never loved, a silver boat with a sail made of pages from all the books that were never written.

All my dreams are beautiful. But none as beautiful as you. You are the reason I return here each morning.

35 comments:

Tyron Bache said...

just beautiful. that is all.

Ally said...

your writing leaves me inspired every time. thankyou, this is so beautiful.

Anonymous said...

Return here, I do.

Thankyou very much.

Anonymous said...

i return because of you..but still.. im still here..all alone

Frida said...

That may be the most beautiful words i've ever read.

Anonymous said...

You just have no idea. Years ago with all of my dreams, I could have never imagined a dream like you. You have always been infinitely more amazing than any dreams I could ever create -

Anonymous said...

Yes, I to agree.
I wish the 'Book' of
'At What Point Did I Say It was Ok To turn 'My World' Upside Down and Inside' was written and published.
Ooh to the 'Hypocritically Nature' of the Current Affair Shows, in which we have grown to trust.
P.S On the upside of this whole situation. This Blog (and whatever else my names attach themselves too) in all it's hypocrispy of fuddle. Has help a lot of People. This has become a 'Hypostasis Hypothalamus....'
#thegreatestbookeverwrittenDictionary
Ky

Anonymous said...

I see it. I am here. When will I see you for real this time? It's not enough anymore. I watch you wither and die and fade with only ice and pain in my heart.



I miss you.

Anonymous said...

I ask you again, are you ready to be in my harms northern girl?

Anonymous said...

The question is not if I am ready, the question is are you ready?

Anonymous said...

I am ready northern European girl, but I need to know something else first

Miss Philosophy said...

Dragons, angels, gnomes, creatures beneath the earth cannot construct enough adjectives or syllables to explain. Your love is like a shooting star that shoots back in to time and space and remains for eternity. We are opposites like rain falling from the ground to the sky in hopes to dry out a sea made of tears from every lover who never loved. Bars that refuse to serve dwarfs or wanderers serve a million lonely souls with cocktails made of half part hope, the other happiness. Beware drinking from the fountain that makes you young (and lonely) while those around you grow old for you may miss the opportunity to gain wisdom and learn to truly accept you were, are and aspire to be. If you are not cautious you may become saplings that know everything but what it is you needed to know. A silver boat with a sail made of pages from all the books that were never written is what binds us together and will take us far and away in to the sunset.

Anonymous said...

why don't you understand that
when i'm silent and i give two-word answers
it's only because i'm afraid if i start talking
all i will say is come back to me

Anonymous said...

Two words are enough to make me feel you will takecare of me a much a I will take care of you, and all is coming back to you will be happiness, just tell me two beautifull words

Anonymous said...

In in my dreams, you never run away.

Anonymous said...

Your dreams are about to change I think.....

Anonymous said...

You are so beautiful
because you are
so unattainable.

No angel or dragon
is mysterious
like dreams or tears
or the sea.

Anonymous said...

let's see who needs who, this is gonna be funny as ever.

dupidu said...

this kitty has something to tell you... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqFLXayD6e8

TELL ME... where is it?

some girl said...

Silver sails that reflect light when seemingly there is none.

Silver sails of all the words we never say aloud, all the words we hardly dare to say to ourselves... cold and of an often fierce and bitter beauty; yet they carry this ship through deep, silent water.

However many forms it may take, however forceful its journey, water is silent. But, its silence is caught in the sails and I should pay more attention in the quiet moments for there is understanding to be had there. So, let us take courage; we will be safe in all things, even in silence and in doubt.





Thank you! Thank you! Thank you for writing this today! Such beautiful pictures and ideas in your words. They open up places in me that I fear are barred. Thank you.

Anonymous said...

"Wouldn't it be great to heal the world with only a song" - Serj Tankian


So keep singing to yourself, for the melodies of your heart mend my heart.

Miss Philosophy said...

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music. - George Eliot (1819 - 1880)

Anonymous said...

I like blue gnomes :)

Anonymous said...

especially when they are anarchist ^_^

Anonymous said...

May I be your blue gnome?
If not
howabout
your anglerfish?

Anonymous said...

you could be my mermaid

Anonymous said...

blue mermaid ..

Sunny said...

inspiring,indeed!

Anonymous said...

i always wanted to say that i don't want it anymore. but what is left is always an empty book.

Anonymous said...

if only you could go here, you'll find the real me.

Anonymous said...

is like two distant planets connected by a force so strong that can be streched but not broken, and at the end of both side there is this warm and happy light, the one the can truly fill our hearts, the one that build true happiness, the one that destiny put inside our deeper soul

Miss Philosophy said...

The cosmos

Anonymous said...

there is something better than Hope .... Life right now. <3

Jasmina Muhic said...

I hope you find your ultimate dream or that it finds you :)

Sweet dreams.

Anonymous said...

I love what you wrote about the books never written. Where was the picture taken?