Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Describes the object-

square
hard
white with gold spots
white pages on the in side
faint gold lines to write on
all gold cover page
fading cover
Faded almost all white binding
gold elastic on the back to hold the pages closed


Plastic binding holding together the book so the content wont spill and pages wont rip away and run from the seems.

The gold spots that once made someone pick up the journal are fading and wearing over time like a rock wearing away after water has hit the same spot for years.

Off white inviting pages with little dots forming lines like little ants making a line.

And the spine of the book is strong but continues to wear over time and discoloration being the proof.

All gold cover page followed but a page sating Peter Paupers Press Inc. White Plains New York.

Telling a story of a man who printed books in his basement like the one I have.

The book that's going with me on my journey to my next school and maybe to my job one day.

 
Journal -

 

Square                                                  But spotted with round dots.

Dozens                                                                 On each page

White                                                    But embellished with gold spots

Closed                                                  But meant to be opened

Filled with pages                              But empty.

Waiting                                                 for writing

 

 

Quotes, thoughts, stories and to do’s.  Writing what I know and knew.

Not one but two flaps to hold paper, pens and pencils.

My planner, notebook and journal in one.

All I look at when the days done.

 

 

My book                                              empty but filled with pages

Square                                                  with round dots

Closed                                                  but waiting to be opened.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Hypocrisy's & locks -

His locks are nice but
What would society say ?
His mom did them up last night but
What would society say?
She made them nice and tight but
What would society say ?
His locks brought a certain light to him but

Society's murdering, mad
All that others have
Until it becomes
the new fad.

He wore his locks with pride but
Society said
You hairs nothing like mine.

-Kamal

Wednesday, March 8, 2017


 

What will suffice -

A few scream that life will start with ruins

A few from structure

But what she’s seen from searching

She sides with those that desire ruins

Nonetheless if it had to suffer soundly.

 

She feels she understands plenty of dislike

To speak that for ruination

Is also superb

And will serve & suffice.