Me Time

Whenever I have time to myself, I spend it doing the things I love. I write poems and stories and Read heart-warming books. I enjoy painting and colouring, Doodling kittens and tiny bunnies. I relish the shows and movies And indulge in my favourite treats. I love learning random facts Or finding my next favouriteContinue reading “Me Time”

Childhood Books

Childhood books are always a joy to read Especially when going back in time To see what I grew up with. I love reading the early novellas And simple but effective picture books To fill my time. It is always nostalgic And extremely fun to take a trip Down memory lane with my childhood books.

Missing Fairytale

The dream flashes before my eyes As I remember how our love Is a fairytale. But, now no more… That is never in fairytales But maybe because it is shut somewhere Deep, deep down. Our love is no more. The fairytale ending I am no longer able to see Is now a distant memory AndContinue reading “Missing Fairytale”

My Favourite Hobby

Reading has always been a pleasure in my life. I love escaping reality And entering a world with magic and abnormality. Reading has always been a pleasure in my life. I love becoming friends with the characters And learning about their journey throughout the story. Reading has always been a pleasure in my life. IContinue reading “My Favourite Hobby”

My Bookshelf

Sometimes people ask me if I have read all the books on my bookshelf. The answer is no. I have an overgrowing love for books And no self-control when it comes to them. I always visit the local library weekly, Borrowing at least five books to indulge in. I always visit the bookstore And purchaseContinue reading “My Bookshelf”

Reading is Power

Whenever I pick up a book, A reminder goes through my mind. “Reading is power.” I open to the first page and begin the story, Not forgetting the reminder in my head. “Reading is power.” I smile a small smile As I fall in love with the characters and repeat the reminder to myself. “ReadingContinue reading “Reading is Power”

Learning

My books pile up on my desk. I gaze at them and suppress my pain. All night and day, I work in these books. My writing grows from neat to messy. My work always organised and never out of order. All those late nights and early mornings With little to medium productivity. One day, IContinue reading “Learning”

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