Published December 20th 2011 by Central Avenue Publishing
Genre: Poetry | Prose
Recommended to: people who like melancholic prose and poetry
This is great to read when you’re feeling melancholic at 3 AM and can’t sleep.
I read this in one sitting. It was hard not to.
This would have been perfect if not for the pictures.
Some were creepy.
Or just a blurry mess that you can’t make out.
Not to mention the cover that looks something straight out of a horror movie.
Don’t get me wrong, though. There were still some good ones that give off the right vibe.
But the words, the words were something else. It makes you feel things. It makes you think. Which is where I found myself at 4 AM after reading the book, still unable to sleep and thinking about life while listening to indie music.
This will be less of a review but more on the entries I loved. I sincerely hope this wouldn’t be too long. I was highlighting the book like crazy.
Well, here it goes.
THE TRAIN OF LIES
I say that I won’t touch you.
But my fingers are liars.
I tell you how I won’t hold you.
But my arms are going to hell.
I promise I won’t kiss you.
But my lips break it.
I let you know that I won’t love you.
But my heart has no conscience.
And no part of me will apologise.
THE PLACE WHERE YOU GET OFF
Outside the station, she stands with her child on the side of the street, taking pictures of cars.
You think she’s insane. Until, one day, you notice that she’s taking pictures of the license plates of the cars her child gets into.
Because you look. But you do not see.
And she walks out the shop with bags full of cat food. You think she’s some crazy cat lady until you find out, she has no cats.
Because you eat. But you do not taste.
It’s been a while since their last album but he assures you, he’s doing just fine these days, white flecks in his nostrils. Then he asks you if he can spend the night on your couch, even though it stinks.
Because you sniff. But you do not smell.
And they say “Just OK” when you ask them how school was. Then you wonder what they’re hiding until you find their diary and the last entry reads “I wish you’d give me some privacy.”
Because you listen. But you do not hear.
And they’ve got a bruise over their eye and you run the tips of your fingers over it and ask them how it happened. You believe them. Until it happens again.
Because you touch. But you do not feel.
And they walk past you everyday, one million stories, each waiting to be told. Waiting for you to ask.
Because you live. But very few, love.
THE BEST WAY TO RUN INTO TRAFFIC
It does not count if you believe in yourself when it’s easy to believe in yourself. It does not count if you believe the world can be a better place when the future looks bright. It does not count if you think you’re going to make it when the finish line is right in front of you.
It counts when it’s hard to believe in yourself, when it looks like the world’s going to end and you’ve still got a long way to go.
That’s when it counts. That’s when it matters the most.
And honestly, this is the best part.
THE DAY YOU READ THIS
On this day, you read something that moved you and made you realise there were no more fears to fear. No tears to cry. No head to hang in shame. That every time you thought you’d offended someone, it was all just in your head and really, they love you with all their heart and nothing will ever change that. That everyone and everything lives on inside you. That that doesn’t make any of it any less real.
That soft touches will change you and stay with you longer than hard ones.
That being alone means you’re free. That old lovers miss you and new lovers want you and the one you’re with is the one you’re meant to be with. That the tingles running down your arms are angel feathers and they whisper in your ear, constantly, if you choose to hear them. That everything you want to happen, will happen, if you decide you want it enough. That every time you think a sad thought, you can think a happy one instead.
That you control that completely.
That the people who make you laugh are more beautiful than beautiful people. That you laugh more than you cry. That crying is good for you. That the people you hate wish you would stop and you do too.
That your friends are reflections of the best parts of you. That you are more than the sum total of the things you know and how you react to them. That dancing is sometimes more important than listening to the music.
That the most embarrassing, awkward moments of your life are only remembered by you and no one else. That no one judges you when you walk into a room and all they really want to know, is if you’re judging them. That what you make and what you do with your time is more important than you’ll ever fathom and should be treated as such. That the difference between a job and art is passion. That neither defines who you are. That talking to strangers is how you make friends.
That bad days end but a smile can go around the world. That life contradicts itself, constantly. That that’s why it’s worth living.
That the difference between pain and love is time. That love is only as real as you want it to be. That if you feel good, you look good but it doesn’t always work the other way around.
That the sun will rise each day and it’s up to you each day if you match it. That nothing matters up until this point. That what you decide now, in this moment, will change the future. Forever. That rain is beautiful.
And so are you.
Okay, that was still long. Sorry for spoiling everyone! Just think of this as a preview to what you will read. 😉
Happy reading! 😊