I love the library. I feel so rich with all the books at my personal disposal, and I don’t even mind sharing. All the wisdom of the ages, and a lot that’s not so wise. I love the special reading room with the collections of ephemera as well as beautiful bound volumes and the tables and lamps that are replicas of a former era when libraries were much more important than today. Hail Andrew Carnegie who spread his money over the US to open libraries for all! So necessary in a democratic society where voters need to be educated in order to govern themselves. Let’s all go read, go read, go read…
Nancat
Our local library is in an old victorian building that was once a school. Books line the cold stone walls, and children huddle in drafty corners. We love it, but the government thinks it should close.
Immer, wenn ich Lust auf Geruch nach Altem habe, nach Muffigkeit, nach Schimmel, nach Pilzen und Moder, dann gehe ich in die Pfarrbücherei. Sie bietet nicht besonders erbauliche Lektüre. Das Jahr des Herrn in allen Ausgaben, von der ersten bis zur aktuellsten, “Sonja findet das Licht des Herrn”, “Die Heiligen im Jahreskreis” …
a buikding with books that is built for the persons living in the twn to go to and check in and out books to read as well as for research , reading and studying.
Renee
Books smell good. It’s fun to wander through the shelves pretending you’re alone. Is it weird that I smell books? Librarians act mean sometimes.
Natalie Waters
within its books you will find
a simple place
of silence still
and discover the pages
you read worlds wages
Blair
Thorn scoffed and kicked at a shelf and books piled off it to her feet. Thade frowned. “Thorn, please–” His words were cut off as his sister took a piece of wood and slammed it into a shelf, tumbling the entire collection of books to the floor. “THORN THIS IS A LIBRARY!” He screamed, tears forming.
one day i went to a library and met a dragon. the dragon blew smoke out of it’s nostrils and mouth and seemed to be quite intimidating. i got to know the dragon and it really wasn’t. we became best friends. our time together was fun. then i my high went away
emily
when i was a kid, i went to the library a great deal. It was kind of a sign that I was a little anti-social. I just always kind of prefered books over most people. That has changed since then, I am now considered a very social person…still, I have to say, i perfer books over most people
dan
I love to be in the library. I am surrounded by such a wealth of words, I am awed. The knowledge of the ages resides in the pages lying among the shelves. My soul is at peace knowing that there are people who have survived things, more terrible than I have or ever will see, and have lived through it to share their experience with everyone else. I can thus be together with the people of the past wle still being alone. I love libraries.
books and dvds and music. A good place to study for a long time without problems or distractions. Very relaxing. No talking. Quiet. Whispering. Phones off or on vibrate. A lot of people from school gather there.
Libraries are falling to the wayside. I like what I see from some public libraries where they have started to lend e-books but it may be too little too late. after all, Amazon is now allowing kindles to lend books between devices. Why do we need libraries any more? We don’t.
Chris Stanley
Libraries are where the greats and the lessers of the past are resurrected. Books are the only things that die and are reborn continually every time someone lifts a text and engages with the words within, the minds of authors long dead are revivified and live again in the thoughts of the reader.
a place i used to go to as a child but stopped because i liked buying my own books better. that way, if i really liked the book, i could keep it for myself and never let anyone see it. haven’t been to a library in a long time. . . .a very long time. . . well except the school library
Jenna
Whenever I need to clear my head I flee to the library, my sanctuary. Nothing is more calming than losing myself in the stacks of a giant archive, breathing old paper and running my hands along textured spines.
J
this is where he wanted to kiss me, ran his hand up my thigh. i thought about all the librarians, they’re old, they’re lonely sometimes, sometimes they don’t even care for books. i hated him then, i hated the stacks of books, and i wanted him to take the bus back to nyc
The sound of industrial diamond on the glass of the skylight made my skin crawl, it always does, but it’s the sound of progress tonight! There are several books that belonged in my collection rather than that of the library, tonight they would be mine! I held the handle suctioned to the glass and gave the cutting a thump and watched it snap free…
I often sit in the library and think about the books. Do books have feelings? Do they think? Are they special? Of course books are special, they are the best friends anyone could ask for. Sometimes this odd man comes into the library while I’m reading. He throws a couple books around, pulls his hair, and then leaves after he’s found whatever he’s looking for. Sometimes he just comes in, takes the chair opposite of me and talks to no one, making random remarks that make no sense to me. Sometimes he scares me I think. Today he came in, and I pretended not to see, but he sat down next to me and spoke. Not to thin air, but to me.
I loved going to my public library as a kid: the smell of books, the warm tones of the wood, the friendly librarian who was also my next door neighbor. I love books.
Corey Marie
It didn’t take long for me to realise that I had made a big mistake. I was not in my room, in my bed, alone. I was sitting on a hard cold bench in the public library. How I had gotten here was a mystery, and all I knew was that I had a terrible headache and I was extremely poorly dressed for the environment I was in. I still had my stilettos on, and there was an empty bottle of wine by my hand.
Josy
I borrow books from there every now and then, but usually not because I forget to bring my card. People think I’m a nerd if I spend too much time there. Always a good place to stay cool and keep out of the sun, because it’s usually air conditioned. I only go there when I really need study materials. Sometimes I see my friends there, they always ask me for help.
Rebecca
She peered over the dusty shelves and the old books. She thought he looked distinguished. Who would have thought that she would be lusting after someone in the library, of all places.
…Yeah, sorry, but I had to say that. Ever watch Harry Potter Literal Trailer?
sentinel's glory
i love going to the library. its a great place to release thoughts and be productive. i also can rent books and movies and find info on the best things like earth, love, life.
Marissa Armas
She was at the library to borrow a book, not to make a friend. When she left, she had neither. She’d just lost her best friend to a gang of mean female teenagers, and tears were streaming down her face…blinding her.
Peggy Mativo
like i said the first time, i just want to be left alone, i mean i think some me time at the library could calm my racing circing gaddamned mind down long enough so i could rest, my body aches from the stress, i need a good book, i’m tired of the tv, why dont i go to the library anymore? am i just that lazy?
I go to the library a lot. Nevermind, I used to go to the library a lot but now I owe them ninety dollars. So I do not go there anymore, for I do not have $90 to give them. I steal from the library now. Just kidding. Maybe…
kristen
The only reason that I go to a library, is to go to the music section and go through CD’s and tablatures for guitars. I don’t really read books, even though I wanted to.
Glurg
What is a library? A library is a place filled with portals to magical places and strange lands. A library is a place to visit exotic countries and meet interesting people. My escape.
filled with books. place of wonder, brings out the creative genius in me. inspiration legacy of learning treasures for free start of new things
Juliet
Dust… our origins and daily activities all accumulate dust, feathers of a flightless bird, envious of those who soar freely above allowing a brief respite, but even those who fly must land again. A jungle of words, defying time, progress and death, all ordered neatly, waiting to be plucked from the shelves and bought back to life for a fleeting moment. We are all bound.
books and books
fill my house
spill out my doors and windows
can’t find the tp because of books
love my books
no food but always books
my house is one massive library
david
She never returned to the library that day. After years of reading other people’s stories she finally decided to go out and make her own.
It was placed at page 3
torned from another book
HB pencil circling 3 words
from a reference text, the writing cold
like a caveman’s. But the circled 3 words
leapt out, not simply from being trapped by lead
but by their very choice, 3 words
as a message to an academic, a code
between dry lovers of different disciplines
the vowel and consonant,
the vow and countenance of love.
The first library I ever REALLY experienced was nothing impressive. I think that had a big impact on what I grew up thinking of books. I now have a much more substantial interest in books and I think thats because my college has a kick ass library, however it can never reverse my ever engrained lethargic feeling that books give me. All because of the dismal, unengaging Cedar Mill Library.
Kara
The world and beyond. Waiting to be discovered. Come in…..
Alykat
it is new years eve, there is no library around. if there was i would waste my time in it. i can’t believe what i saw, but maybe being a voyeur and portraying myself as one has made me suffer. and it will make me suffer in thecoming year. i feel convulsive. back to room 420 to kill my emotions.
lafcadio
label me with a call number. go on categorize and shelve me. put me on the bottom shelf in the wrong reference section and let someone walk out with me. this library is a dump.
I love the library. I feel so rich with all the books at my personal disposal, and I don’t even mind sharing. All the wisdom of the ages, and a lot that’s not so wise. I love the special reading room with the collections of ephemera as well as beautiful bound volumes and the tables and lamps that are replicas of a former era when libraries were much more important than today. Hail Andrew Carnegie who spread his money over the US to open libraries for all! So necessary in a democratic society where voters need to be educated in order to govern themselves. Let’s all go read, go read, go read…
Our local library is in an old victorian building that was once a school. Books line the cold stone walls, and children huddle in drafty corners. We love it, but the government thinks it should close.
Immer, wenn ich Lust auf Geruch nach Altem habe, nach Muffigkeit, nach Schimmel, nach Pilzen und Moder, dann gehe ich in die Pfarrbücherei. Sie bietet nicht besonders erbauliche Lektüre. Das Jahr des Herrn in allen Ausgaben, von der ersten bis zur aktuellsten, “Sonja findet das Licht des Herrn”, “Die Heiligen im Jahreskreis” …
a buikding with books that is built for the persons living in the twn to go to and check in and out books to read as well as for research , reading and studying.
Books smell good. It’s fun to wander through the shelves pretending you’re alone. Is it weird that I smell books? Librarians act mean sometimes.
within its books you will find
a simple place
of silence still
and discover the pages
you read worlds wages
Thorn scoffed and kicked at a shelf and books piled off it to her feet. Thade frowned. “Thorn, please–” His words were cut off as his sister took a piece of wood and slammed it into a shelf, tumbling the entire collection of books to the floor. “THORN THIS IS A LIBRARY!” He screamed, tears forming.
one day i went to a library and met a dragon. the dragon blew smoke out of it’s nostrils and mouth and seemed to be quite intimidating. i got to know the dragon and it really wasn’t. we became best friends. our time together was fun. then i my high went away
when i was a kid, i went to the library a great deal. It was kind of a sign that I was a little anti-social. I just always kind of prefered books over most people. That has changed since then, I am now considered a very social person…still, I have to say, i perfer books over most people
I love to be in the library. I am surrounded by such a wealth of words, I am awed. The knowledge of the ages resides in the pages lying among the shelves. My soul is at peace knowing that there are people who have survived things, more terrible than I have or ever will see, and have lived through it to share their experience with everyone else. I can thus be together with the people of the past wle still being alone. I love libraries.
books and dvds and music. A good place to study for a long time without problems or distractions. Very relaxing. No talking. Quiet. Whispering. Phones off or on vibrate. A lot of people from school gather there.
The
Book
SHHHH!!!
Read
Libraries are falling to the wayside. I like what I see from some public libraries where they have started to lend e-books but it may be too little too late. after all, Amazon is now allowing kindles to lend books between devices. Why do we need libraries any more? We don’t.
Libraries are where the greats and the lessers of the past are resurrected. Books are the only things that die and are reborn continually every time someone lifts a text and engages with the words within, the minds of authors long dead are revivified and live again in the thoughts of the reader.
a place i used to go to as a child but stopped because i liked buying my own books better. that way, if i really liked the book, i could keep it for myself and never let anyone see it. haven’t been to a library in a long time. . . .a very long time. . . well except the school library
Whenever I need to clear my head I flee to the library, my sanctuary. Nothing is more calming than losing myself in the stacks of a giant archive, breathing old paper and running my hands along textured spines.
this is where he wanted to kiss me, ran his hand up my thigh. i thought about all the librarians, they’re old, they’re lonely sometimes, sometimes they don’t even care for books. i hated him then, i hated the stacks of books, and i wanted him to take the bus back to nyc
The sound of industrial diamond on the glass of the skylight made my skin crawl, it always does, but it’s the sound of progress tonight! There are several books that belonged in my collection rather than that of the library, tonight they would be mine! I held the handle suctioned to the glass and gave the cutting a thump and watched it snap free…
I often sit in the library and think about the books. Do books have feelings? Do they think? Are they special? Of course books are special, they are the best friends anyone could ask for. Sometimes this odd man comes into the library while I’m reading. He throws a couple books around, pulls his hair, and then leaves after he’s found whatever he’s looking for. Sometimes he just comes in, takes the chair opposite of me and talks to no one, making random remarks that make no sense to me. Sometimes he scares me I think. Today he came in, and I pretended not to see, but he sat down next to me and spoke. Not to thin air, but to me.
I loved going to my public library as a kid: the smell of books, the warm tones of the wood, the friendly librarian who was also my next door neighbor. I love books.
It didn’t take long for me to realise that I had made a big mistake. I was not in my room, in my bed, alone. I was sitting on a hard cold bench in the public library. How I had gotten here was a mystery, and all I knew was that I had a terrible headache and I was extremely poorly dressed for the environment I was in. I still had my stilettos on, and there was an empty bottle of wine by my hand.
I borrow books from there every now and then, but usually not because I forget to bring my card. People think I’m a nerd if I spend too much time there. Always a good place to stay cool and keep out of the sun, because it’s usually air conditioned. I only go there when I really need study materials. Sometimes I see my friends there, they always ask me for help.
She peered over the dusty shelves and the old books. She thought he looked distinguished. Who would have thought that she would be lusting after someone in the library, of all places.
BACK UP IN A LIBRARY.
…Yeah, sorry, but I had to say that. Ever watch Harry Potter Literal Trailer?
i love going to the library. its a great place to release thoughts and be productive. i also can rent books and movies and find info on the best things like earth, love, life.
She was at the library to borrow a book, not to make a friend. When she left, she had neither. She’d just lost her best friend to a gang of mean female teenagers, and tears were streaming down her face…blinding her.
like i said the first time, i just want to be left alone, i mean i think some me time at the library could calm my racing circing gaddamned mind down long enough so i could rest, my body aches from the stress, i need a good book, i’m tired of the tv, why dont i go to the library anymore? am i just that lazy?
I go to the library a lot. Nevermind, I used to go to the library a lot but now I owe them ninety dollars. So I do not go there anymore, for I do not have $90 to give them. I steal from the library now. Just kidding. Maybe…
The only reason that I go to a library, is to go to the music section and go through CD’s and tablatures for guitars. I don’t really read books, even though I wanted to.
What is a library? A library is a place filled with portals to magical places and strange lands. A library is a place to visit exotic countries and meet interesting people. My escape.
filled with books. place of wonder, brings out the creative genius in me. inspiration legacy of learning treasures for free start of new things
Dust… our origins and daily activities all accumulate dust, feathers of a flightless bird, envious of those who soar freely above allowing a brief respite, but even those who fly must land again. A jungle of words, defying time, progress and death, all ordered neatly, waiting to be plucked from the shelves and bought back to life for a fleeting moment. We are all bound.
books and books
fill my house
spill out my doors and windows
can’t find the tp because of books
love my books
no food but always books
my house is one massive library
She never returned to the library that day. After years of reading other people’s stories she finally decided to go out and make her own.
It was placed at page 3
torned from another book
HB pencil circling 3 words
from a reference text, the writing cold
like a caveman’s. But the circled 3 words
leapt out, not simply from being trapped by lead
but by their very choice, 3 words
as a message to an academic, a code
between dry lovers of different disciplines
the vowel and consonant,
the vow and countenance of love.
The first library I ever REALLY experienced was nothing impressive. I think that had a big impact on what I grew up thinking of books. I now have a much more substantial interest in books and I think thats because my college has a kick ass library, however it can never reverse my ever engrained lethargic feeling that books give me. All because of the dismal, unengaging Cedar Mill Library.
The world and beyond. Waiting to be discovered. Come in…..
it is new years eve, there is no library around. if there was i would waste my time in it. i can’t believe what i saw, but maybe being a voyeur and portraying myself as one has made me suffer. and it will make me suffer in thecoming year. i feel convulsive. back to room 420 to kill my emotions.
label me with a call number. go on categorize and shelve me. put me on the bottom shelf in the wrong reference section and let someone walk out with me. this library is a dump.