
Memories
Reviews

i enjoyed this one, but fair warning poems are only printed on the right side if they fit, so there may not be as many as you may think. quality over quantity though :)

I enjoyed this poetry collection. It was very whimsical and fairy-tale-like. I adored the art and the little poem at the very beginning of the book. "Forget her tattered memories, or the pages others took; you are her ever after - the hero of her book." I will definitely be checking out more of Lang Leav's work.

It's a good read, although, I do think it got repetitive at times and that some of the poems were not as entertaining and emotional as the rest.

"Where are you?" she asked, "I've been searching for you all my life." "Stop looking for me," love replied, "And I will find you."

Sjajan nastavak. Ima mnogo vise krace proze ali je nekako poeticna. Obicnim stvarima dato je znacenje ljubavi,ljubomore,ogorcenosti,oporavka. Za sve one koji su voleli,

Picked this up at a bookstore recently and it was one of the worst decisions I've made in recent times. Absolutely atrocious drivel.

This is just too repetitive, ordinary, and melodramatic. :/

I felt you before I knew you and I still feel you now. And in that brief moment between - wrapped in your arms thinking how lucky I am,how lucky I am- HOW LUCKY I WAS. Memories was the first book I've ever had in my kindle and I remember getting into it the first time,about a year ago.I read about half of it ,and then I stalled it.Because it was too good.Because my heart couldn't take as much beauty at the moment.Because I was afraid,so afraid I will never come across something as perfect and as fragile as this one.And I was right.One year later,finishing it,I still feel as shocked and as impressed as I did the first time. I have never - and I doubt I ever will,for a fact- came across something as magical and as mesmerising as this.I'm shattered.In the best way. What I wish from my poetry,lyrical writing (or whatever) is for it to be memorable.For it to stay with me and resonate from within my heart and my mind together long before I finished it. For its lyrics to linger in my soul forever-if not,for a very long time. Lang Leav does this for me. I can still remember her quotes as I'm walking towards relevant situations to the lyrics she wrote.It is raw,without being blunt,magical,without being unrealistic. Lang Leav speaks not only for my heart and mind,but also for my soul.I'm glad she set a clear distinction herself,between heart and soul. I can trick my own heart from time to time.But in front of my soul,I'm hopeless. It's the saddest thruth that she wrote that bewitched my heart. It was the year you learned that shooting stars were either a blessing or a curse , depending on what you wanted to believe wanting to give yourself to the first stranger who called you beautiful Isn't it strange how much of our lives are interchangeable,how little is truly ours "In 1953 , we began naming hurricanes so we could remember them beyond the wreckage . So we could try to make sense of the destruction . This is the way I remember you." But it was also her words that possessed my soul. "And she loved you , beyond reason , beyond doubt , and with no hope of salvation" Memories hit close to home.It was like she was writing for me,to me . It was like being found after a long distance,embraced after a great loss,kissed after a long trial. I loved how much this book glorified words and the power of words because heavens knows for me , more than most of the people I know, words are everything. I will end this by quoting my favorite book once more,and I regret nothing this time, because it just fits.Memories from Lang Leav gave me a forever within a number of pages and I couldn't be more greateful for our little infinity.
















Highlights

Thoughts
Dawn turns to day,
as stars are dispersed;
wherever I lay,
I think of you first.
The sun has arisen,
the sky, a sad blue.
I quietly listen—
the wind sings of you.
The thoughts we each keep,
that are closest to heart,
we think as we sleep—
and you’re always my last.
the way each line flows into the other- I love it.

How do you explain it without sounding unsound? That click you felt when your eyes met his, like the switch of a train track, transporting you for one miraculous moment, to what might have been.
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