To store my recollections, collections of ideas, my dreams
Undeniably perfect are the pages of a new book
The fresh, clean and unspoiled space
Holding untold potential for what one might write
To draw a thought that I don't wish to misplace
The touch and feel of a book,
Hard back, paperback, pink, brown or black
Leather bound or fabric covered,
It is the food for my mind for the poetic mood
Of artistry and mystery to be discovered
My sketchbooks have been filled over the years
With art on transition, cognition, ambition and fears
They are my visual diaries of thoughts unconfined
Friends who never judge, desert or condescend
Who always help me find ways to mend
My messed up head and over-thinking mind
And though my ideas that were so clear when they were wrote
on second reading become cluttered scribbled notes
I will keep building my collection of books up through the ages
And leaving my mark upon their pages
Poem by me

by TeoStudio

by Kreativlink

by KarleighJae

by AwakenJournaling

by LifeStoriesBooks

by grimm