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

Greetings, fellow literature enthusiasts! Hope you are doing well. I t's time to gather 'round for a literary adventure that will leave you gasping for air. Today, we're venturing into the wild and tumultuous world of Emily Bront ë 's  Wuthering Heights. But beware, dear readers, for this is not your average love story. No, no, this is a tale of love and hate, of life and death, of passion and madness. We've got brooding anti-heroes, tragic heroines, and enough drama to rival a Shakespearean play.  But fear not, for in the midst of all the chaos, there is beauty to be found. Bronte's haunting prose will transport you to the windswept moors of England, where the line between reality and fantasy is blurred, and the ghosts of the past haunt the present. So, grab your tissues, your favorite beverage, and a cozy blanket, because we're about to embark on a journey that will leave you breathless. And who knows, by the end of it all, you just might fall in love with...

The chocolate wrapper now turned to ash The smoke lingers, I'm trying to pay attention to the book in my lap I'm trying not to miss a single word, a single dash With my trailing fingers, I'm trying to create a roadmap To save my ship so close to getting lost in the dark sea  To unravel the mysteries and find the key To let the warm water fill my lungs and set me free The rose petals all withered now The smell lingers, These pages failed to save them and so did I These pages need to be dried and trained somehow You remembered my favorite singers, But I could tell the love was not as fresh as the token And no one else had ever made me dream with my eyes open No one else had ever consoled me with the words unspoken No one else had ever paused to fix the broken The gold jewellery now gone green The memory lingers, You felt so real, I forgot it was all a dream You played so well, I forgot we're not on the same team Happy pictures all over, You scream to my face and tell me n...

It was too late now It felt like my mind had consumed all the chaos The vexed voices mixed with shallow breaths and a loud heartbeat I'm sure nobody could tell, But I was at a war in the most peaceful places I went. Like it had swallowed every scream The blurry flashbacks of a crying child mixed with a terrifying wish to never leave the room I'm sure nobody could tell, But I was covering my ears in the quietest places I went. Like it had ingested all the violence The melancholic melody of shattering glasses mixed with all the swearing I'm sure nobody could tell, But I was taking deep breaths in the most calming places I went. Like it had sponged off all the sorrow The fake laugh decorating the dull walls with fictitious felicity I'm sure nobody could tell, But I was wiping my tears in the happiest places I went. Like it had grasped all the guilt The tears staining the pages of her favorite book mixed with the urge to blame it all on herself I'm sure nobody could tel...

Who would've thought We'd see this day? Anime, poems, movies, all turned to dust now My body is numb, But I think it hurts somewhere. Who would've thought It was all a play? Pretty face, pretty voice, maybe pretty lies The actor was good But I think the violence won't let it air Who would've thought It was always one way? Waited for him to cross the road My hand out, But I believe the speedy cars didn't let him dare Who would've thought All the sweet talks would start with a heyy? Said he didn't want to hurt me so didn't bother to explain The orator was good But the speech made it hard to hear Who would've thought My favorite month would no longer be may? Never missed the chance to look for him despite my aching eyes The sun was cruel But at least the winter is near Who would've thought Black would be my new gray? Astronaut, m oon, piano,  everything so surreal The artist was good, But his art was all a snare Who would've thou...

Hey everyone! I hope you all are doing okay. Welcome to another thrilling literary review of a classic novel that you've probably read a million times already. But, just in case you haven't, let me introduce you to Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. You know, the one where a mad scientist creates a monster and then regrets it? Sounds exciting, right? But wait! Before you click away, did you know that Mary Shelley wrote this masterpiece at the ripe age of 19? Talk about overachieving. And let's not forget the fact that it was first published anonymously, leading people to believe her husband, Percy Bysshe Shelley, wrote it. And let's not forget the famous quote "I beheld the wretch—the miserable monster whom I had created" which is basically the protagonist's way of saying "oops." So, grab your coffee and get ready for a journey through the literary review of Frankenstein , where we will explore the themes, characters, symbolism, and much more that ma...

Hey everyone! I hope you're having a great day (or night) so far. Before you get too deep into your daily routine, I have a question for you: Can you imagine waking up one day to find that you've been transformed into an insect? How do you think you would react? If the thought of it alone makes you uncomfortable, don't worry - you're not alone. But for the protagonist of Franz Kafka's classic novel The Metamorphosis , this nightmare becomes a reality. In today's post, we'll be exploring the themes and symbolism of Kafka's transformative tale. Synopsis: The Metamorphosis is a novella written by Franz Kafka and published in 1915. It tells the story of a young man named Gregor Samsa who wakes up one morning to find that he has been transformed into a large, monstrous insect. At the beginning of the story, Gregor is a traveling salesman who works long hours to provide for his family. He is not particularly happy with his job or his life, but he ...