The Library

The Library

A Poem by procrastination
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What do you guys guess this is about :P

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When the whole, wide world smothers you in fear
When you feel as if nothing is sincere,
There is one place for consolation where the air is clear

An enchanting ream of life, words, and thoughts, 
A melting pot of Argonauts, astronauts, and afterthoughts
A place where you never have to connect the dots.

A magical haven where you can go and disappear
Into dreams of love, life, laughter, and cheer.
Watch tales unfurl as destinies draw near.

An enthralling paradise of fantastical stories, curiosities, imagination.
A sanctuary for knowledge and the causation of creation.
Elation at this location has relation to a vacation.

You can come here in times of disheartening, despairing doubt,
When existential crises fill your life throughout.
In here, joie de vivre will never fear a drought.

Everywhere here, literature seeps through.
The smell of paper, the sound of pages, the erudite hue.
Who knows which page you'll turn to!

Here, this place, is la vie en rose.
Everywhere you look is filled with prose
Oh, it's no wonder that here, imagination grows.

Here is where the crusade for learning began.
Here, we may yet have hope for the imminent future of man.
Here is where you can live a thousand lives in one lifespan.

Here is a portal where I can travel from Middle Earth to Green Gables,
Where i can meet the Little Prince and hear all his fables.
All while sitting in a chair, tomes stacked high on tables.

I want to travel the world, hear my plea.
Maybe to Baker Street or perhaps even Avonlea.
But fancy meeting Darcy and going to Pemberley?

And the people of this place are so very compelling.
vagabonds, kings, rogues, queens, who knows where they're dwelling.
Wizards, elves, dwarves, even hobbits, they've been telling.

Go out of this place, I shall not.
Finish battles and leave scores settled, I ought.
Try to coerce me? Much ado you shall have, about naught.

Here is where my mind's mechanisms work, however mere.
Where I can find Rick Riordan, Rainbow Rowell, Rowling, and Shakespeare.
Never fear, for the library is here.

© 2016 procrastination


Author's Note

procrastination
Ah I can't punctuate

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Added on August 24, 2016
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I like to spout word vomit that I might find a little tune for, maybe fiddle around on the ukulele with it, the keyboard if I have access to one. More commonly known as songwriting. more..

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