Lullabies

Lullabies by Lang Leav
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

There are books that need to be experienced, not just read and reviewed.

There are books that affect me on a personal level that I had to pause and think after finishing a page.

There are random words that can be combined by an artist to create something meaningful.

"Lullabies" is Lang Leav's sophomore book. Like the first one "Love and Misadventure", it is "woeful and whimsical". This time, though, it included longer, deeper and more sensual poetry. You can either hate it or love it.

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Love & Misadventure

Love & Misadventure by Lang Leav
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I have read bits and pieces of Lang Leav's poetry way back and I was one of those who were excited after knowing she's going to publish a book. Recently, I have admitted to reading mostly e-books, but I told myself that I would really prefer getting the actual book, so I can turn the paper pages.

Poetry is not for everyone, including Lang's work. Some people may think it's just hype or very Hallmark card-y, but the thing is, her words are formed to mean something that a lot of people can relate to-- life and love. There are bite-sized poems that are simple, even bordering on so-so, but there are poems that make me want to read out loud. After reading some of these poems, I find myself staring at the page, thinking of events in my life, then reading it all over again.

I never thought I would appreciate poetry this much, but people change. Words are powerful.

P.S.
I hope she continues her work and I hope one day, I can also own a book by Michael Faudet dedicated to Lang. :)

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If You Forget Me

Ivy posted this poem in her blog and I was inspired despite the lack of love life in my existence. Haha! I am sharing this with you all and I hope this inspires you as well.)


If You Forget Me
by Pablo Neruda


I want you to know
one thing.


You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait
for me.


Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.


If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.


If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.


But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in
your arms
without leaving mine.

Thief

I'm not ready


You're not even a maybe


Pieces broken


But my heart you have stolen


I want it back!