when a writer tells a story
riddled with magic and impossibilities,
i stare spellbound, hanging on every word.
the imagination flows from every handpicked word,
entire worlds are created and destroyed by sheer willpower.
right prevails, and the writer earns applause.
what is a comfort in life’s deep throes?
what can have perfect diction?
what is mightier than force from men?
words. pages. heart.
stories can whisk you away.
love. adventure. woe. joy.
you are my novel.
you are my treasure.
what makes a good book?
who knows the write way?
why create the story?
Just a couple poems I jotted down. They probably aren’t the best, but I like them. How have you guys been? ❤