The Poet's Path: A Blog about Books, Poetry, and the Journey of Self-Discovery

The library's shelves are tall and grand But I am small and helpless Surrounded by the knowledge of the ages But unable to grasp it The words on the page swim before my eyes Their meanings out of reach I am drowning in a sea of letters Helpless to save myself The weight of expectation bears down on me I am but a mere mortal Unable to live up to the grand ideals Of those who hold me dear I am a mere speck in the universe Lost in a maze of thought Helpless to find my way To make my mark on the world But even in my helplessness I find solace in the beauty Of the words that surround me The poetry and prose that lift my soul For in their pages, I find hope That one day I too may conquer The knowledge that eludes me And find my place in the grand scheme of things. Thank you so much for reading. If you liked it, please check out the whole collection  " Forbidden Feelings: A Poetry Anthology " .

It's like each breath comes with a condition of being alone Love's icy touch leaves me with a numb body, a mind of stone Maybe I'd tolerate the skin, but I hate it when it sinks deep into my bone. The poems can't be written without letting go of every hand I've ever known The evil is buried somewhere, or it would've been a struggle to switch the tone Why does peace come to me at the price of giving up everything I own? The wound becomes fresh every time the scar is shown Broken heart, moist eye, for sins such as this, I can never atone  You can feel me sinking daggers into your flesh, then tell me how you still condone?

I don't write about it Or maybe I can't  The cloak of cowardice wrapped around the tip of my pen Restricts the ink of my sorrow to flow  But I'm a human There's only so much I can contain within myself Only so much I can bear Before it overflows, and this acute agony needs an immediate outlet Streams of tears glistening in the moonlight A sight so poetic The suffering, not so much So I talk to myself To the dull white walls of this room To something, Because the idea of talking to someone seems terrifying Would they love me if I show them that I'm not who they think I am? But I need an escape  From this burning grief inside me From myself I can forgive other people, I can be kind to them But myself?  Never I don't think I deserve it.

I can't recall a time devoid of war Constant turmoil between my heart and mind. And although that leaves me on the brink of insanity each day, grasping a thread of hope for dear life, it's comforting. It feels good to have something familiar in life. An anchor refusing to abandon me, no matter how forcefully I push it away. This melancholy has been my muse, even before I lifted my pen to write. Life, a desert I've wandered barefoot, scorched by relentless heat and numbing cold, longing for water to prevent collapse, or a blanket to stave off death's embrace. Survival demands sustenance- This pain has been my water as well as my warmth. It's a deep love that she has for me. She loves me, so she never leaves me I don't leave her because I don't know where else to go She's the only one I know Her face etched within the chambers of my heart. She makes me cry, to the point where death feels like a better friend than her And she makes me laugh, at

I ask myself how do people love? The idea of loving someone with their flaws is so foreign to me. I can love a person, but I'd always hate their negative qualities and I know it's true for everyone And if it's not, there's something wrong with me, or something extremely right with them  Does their heart pump love while mine only pumps hate? Is their work hard while mine is just fate? Is their blood hot while mine has run cold? If we have the same hearts, why is mine impossible to hold? Does their hand crave another while mine only craves a pen? Is it wrong to yearn for solitude again and again? How does their love feel like a breeze on a hot day? While mine feels like a debt I can never repay. How do their eyes resemble stars while mine lackluster? How do they give love for love while I just feed them off like a vulture? Does their mind replay memories they love, while mine is just a misery cell? Does their recollection fade when they feel fine, while I remember it all

Imagine this: You receive an enchanting letter in the mail, and to your surprise, it's an invitation to join the March sisters in their charming Concord home for a day! The letter reads, "Dear kindred spirit, we request your delightful presence for a day of sisterly adventures in the world of 'Little Women'. Choose a sister to accompany, and let the magic unfold!" Now, the question is, which March sister will be your companion on this thrilling escapade? Will you walk alongside Jo as she scribbles tales in her attic sanctuary, eager to explore the depths of her imagination? Or might you stand in solidarity with Meg, savoring the joys of family life and sweet domestic bliss? Perhaps the gentle and compassionate spirit of Beth calls to you, and you imagine spending the day comforting souls with her beautiful piano melodies and spreading love to those in need. Or does the vivacious and artistic allure of Amy entice you to join her on a journey of culture, refinement,

Hey there, fellow bibliophiles and adventure-seekers! Welcome to my blog. I hope y'all are doing well. Have you ever wondered what lies behind the closed doors of academia, where brilliance and mystery collide in a symphony of secrets?  If so, prepare yourself for an extraordinary journey through the pages of one of my personal favorites  The Secret History  by the talented Donna Tartt. Get ready to be spellbound and intrigued as we venture into a world where friendships are forged in fire,  secrets are unveiled, and the quest for knowledge takes a chilling turn.   So, fasten your seatbelts, ignite your curiosity, and prepare to embark on an unforgettable voyage through this riveting tale. The adventure awaits, and there's no turning back now. Let the journey begin! Synopsis: The Secret History  is a captivating novel written by Donna Tartt, first published in 1992. Set in a small, elite Vermont college, the book revolves around a group of eccentric and enigmatic characters who