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Author: Lang Leav Pages: Publication Date Release Date: ISBN: Product Group:Book Download Read Love. Beautifully illustrated and thoughtfully conceived, Love and Misadventure will take you on a rollercoaster ride through an ill-fated love. Love & Misadventure book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. Lang Leav is a poet and internationally exhibiting artist. A. .

When sore though there is none, for whom I am weeping. A curtain drawn before the sun, and I wish to go on sleeping. Rogue Planets As a kid, I would count backwards from ten and imagine at one, there would be an explosion—perhaps caused by a rogue planet crashing into Earth or some other major catastrophe.

When nothing happened, I'd feel relieved and at the same time, a little disappointed. I think of you at ten; the first time I saw you. Your smile at nine and how it lit up something inside me I had thought long dead. Your lips at eight pressed against mine and at seven, your warm breath in my ear and your hands everywhere. You tell me you love me at six and at five we have our first real fight. At four we have our second and three, our third. At two you tell me you can't go on any longer and then at one, you ask me to stay.

And I am relieved, so relieved—and a little disappointed. Closure Like time suspended, a wound unmended— you and I. We had no ending, no said good-bye. For all my life, I'll wonder why. A Question It was a question I had worn on my lips for days—like a loose thread on my favorite sweater I couldn't resist pulling—despite knowing it could all unravel around me.

In your hesitation I found my answer. A Way Out Do you know what it is like, to lie in bed awake; with thoughts to haunt you every night, of all your past mistakes.

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Knowing sleep will set it right— if you were not to wake. Lost Things Do you know when you've lost something—like your favorite T-shirt or a set of keys—and while looking for it, you come across something else you once missed but have long since forgotten? Well whatever it was, there was a point where you decided to stop searching, maybe because it was no longer required or a new replacement was found.

It is almost as if it never existed in the first place— until that moment of rediscovery, a flash of recognition. Everyone has one—an inventory of lost things waiting to be found.

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Yearning to be acknowledged for the worth they once held in your life. I think this is where I belong—among all your other lost things. A crumpled note at the bottom of a drawer or an old photograph pressed between the pages of a book.

I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.

A Betrayal I cannot undo what I have done; I can't un-sing a song that's sung. And the saddest thing about my regret— I can't forgive me, and you can't forget. After You If I wrote it in a book, could I shelve it? If I told of what you took, would that help it? If I will it, can I un-feel it, now I've felt it? A Reverie A dusty room, a window chair, unseeing eyes that gaze into the montage of a love affair. A carousel of memories, spinning round into a blur.

Her mind is now a fairground ride— she wonders if you think of her. Letting Him Go There is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A tender sacrifice. Like the pained silence felt in the lost song of a mermaid; or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you. The things that seem to matter less, are the ones we put on show. Love Lost There is one who you belong to, whose love—there is no song for.

And though you know it's wrongful, there is someone else you long for. Your heart was once a vessel, it was filled up to the brim; until the day he left you, now everything sings of him. Of the two who came to love you, to one, your heart you gave.

He lives in stars above you— in the love who came and stayed.

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Time Travelers In all our wrongs, I want to write him, in a time where I can find him. Before the tears that tore us. When our history was before us. A Small Consolation Everything that we once were, is now a sad and lonely verse.

When once I had so much to say, I am now bereft of words. Sometimes it is the order of things, that make them seem much worse. It's not as if you would have stayed, if I hadn't left you first.

An Impossible Task To try or untry to forget you not, may be related somewhat— To tying, then trying to untie, a complicated knot. The Keeper You were like a dream, I wish I hadn't slept through.

Within it I fell deeper, than your heart would care to let you.

I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you. Sad Songs Once there was a boy who couldn't speak but owned a music box that held every song in all the world. One day he met a girl who had never heard a single melody in her entire life and so he played her his favorite song. He watched while her face lit up with wonder as the music filled the sky and the poetry of lyrics moved her in a way she had never felt before.

He would play his songs for her day after day and she would sit by him quietly— never seeming to mind that he could only speak to her through song. She loved everything he played for her, but of them all—she loved the sad songs best.

So he began to play them more and more until eventually, sad songs were all she would hear. One day, he noticed it had been a very long time since her last smile. When he asked her why, she took both his hands in hers and kissed them warmly. She thanked him for his gift of music and poetry but above all else—for showing her sadness because she had known neither of these things before him.

But it was now time for her to go away—to find someone who could show her what happiness was. Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met?

No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left. Jealousy It was the way you spoke about her. With animosity, regret, disdain and underneath it all— just a hint of pride. Waking without You Every song that sings of him, from every heart heard breaking. I sing along in dreams of him, I cling to— when I start waking. That Day I remember our highs in hues, like the color of his eyes as the sun was setting; the pale of his hands in mine, and the blue of his smile.

I remember our sorrows in shades, like the gray of the shadows, which loomed that day, and the white in his lie when he promised to stay. The closer to loving me he grew, the more he would grow further. I tried to love him as his friend, then to love him as his lover; but he never loved me in the end— his heart was for another.

A Lover's Past The turbulent turns and the tides that twist them. When what they once were, was how she had wished them. And all the joys he brought her, how she could list them. In time she will learn, not to miss them. Beauty's Curse Her bow is drawn to worlds of dark; where arrows spring and miss their mark. She'll turn their heads— but not their hearts. Dead Butterflies I sometimes think about the fragility of glass—of broken shards tearing against soft skin. When in truth, it is the transparency that kills you.

The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch. For years I've kept you in secret, behind a glass screen. Description Beautifully illustrated and thoughtfully conceived, Love and Misadventure will take you on a rollercoaster ride through an ill-fated love affair—from the initial butterflies through the soaring heights to the devastating plunge.

And, in the end, the message is one of hope. The journey from love to heartbreak to finding love again is personal yet universal. Lang Leav's evocative love poetry speaks to the soul of anyone who is on this journey. Leav has an unnerving ability to see inside the hearts and minds of her readers.

Her talent for translating complex emotions with astonishing simplicity has won her a cult following of devoted modern poetry fans from all over the world. Forget the dainty, delicate love poems of yore; these little poems pack a mighty punch. Lang Leav is a poet and internationally exhibiting artist.

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So many trees dying for the pretentiousness of blank pages and white space. Minus four for the goddamn ampersand. The Wanderer What is she like? They don't feel crafted. I had written a bit of an apology here about how this just isn't my thing but I get if you like it. Perhaps I am not the target audience for this collection. Letting Him Go There is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself.