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International best-selling author of Love & Misadventure, Lullabies (Goodreads Readers Choice Award), and Memories Lang Leav presents a completely new collection of poetry with a celestial theme in The Universe of Us. Planets, stars, and constellations feature prominently in this. The Universe of Us book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. Lang Leav presents a completely new collection of poetry with a. Description International best-selling author ofLove & Misadventure,Lullabies(Goodreads Readers Choice Award), andMemories Lang Leav presents a completely new collection of poetry with a celestial theme inThe Universe of Us. Planets, stars, and constellations feature prominently.


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International best-selling author of Love & Misadventure, Lullabies (Goodreads Readers Choice Award), and Memories Lang Leav presents a. The Universe of Us by Lang Leav is a soulful collection of poetry that will slay through your emotions. Download The Universe of Us Ebook. Feb 3, The Universe of Us by Lang Leav is a soulful collection of poetry that will slay through your emotions. Download The Universe of Us Ebook / PDF.

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Actions Shares. That seems somehow to be what they are for. Then can we understand the universe? Can we find why it is what it is?

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That surely comes first in understanding it. Can we find an organic reason in it, and see it as a whole? Some put it in this way:—"Is there a formula of the universe? And can the formula be known? What then is it worth to understand the universe! Why is the physical world just what it is, and not something quite different? Could the physical world have existed in some other form and order? If it could have been wholly different, why is it what it is?

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Or if it had to be what it is, why did it have to be so? Is there a reason? What is the reason? It is not enough to say that all things evolved into this present form of things out of a simpler condition. For if they did evolve, why did they evolve into this order of things, and not into something quite different? That is our question. Or if they came at a creative stroke into what they now are, why was it into just this form and character and not into some other?

Is this really a universe, then? That is, has it unity? Has it a structure, with a reason for the structure? For we surely do want, if we can, to see the universe as a whole. If we cannot see it all, which is a more than doubtful possibility, we can at least see what it all means. Can we see it as a universe, a genuine unity, including the world of matter and the world of mind?

Is it such a universe, with an organic pattern and principle in it all? In other words, is there a structure of the universe, with a reason for it? You see, our souls were made in the same breath.

But believe me when I tell you I am on my way. Until then, think of me, dream of me and I will do the same. One day I will learn your name, and I will write it somewhere on this page.

And we will realize that we have known each other all along. You forsake all that you hold dear, for a dream that is not your own; you would rather live a lie— than live your life alone c Q: My love is not a testament to my surrender I will never give you what you want in chains.

Are you okay; because I love you. Are you okay; because I need you.

When was the last time you felt like yourself. A Lesson There is a girl who smiles all the time, to show the world that she is fine. A boy who surrounds himself with friends, wishes that his life would end. For those that say they never knew— the saddest leave the least of clues c Q: It was a kind love, a selfless love.

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I was a dreamer, and you were a traveler. We met at the crossroads. I saw love in your smile, and I recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch, and I was already home. A Winter Love We were like the raging sea, a winter love that could not be.

We mocked the storms and they fell the trees, our broken limbs among scattered leaves. The tides had shown what we did not heed, the water holds— and then recedes.

Her Time She has been feeling it for awhile—that sense of awakening. There is a gentle rage simmering inside her, and it is getting stronger by the day. She will hold it close to her—she will nurture it and let it grow. It is her rocket fuel and finally, she is going places. She can feel it down to her very core—this is her time.

I have walked through the ruins of an empire as it fell through the passageway of time. I have witnessed star after star exploding like fireworks, as I fixed my gaze light-years into the sky.

Epiphany Here are the words that have brought me to a new understanding. Here are the words that will bind us forever. From this day forward, I will speak your name with gratitude, knowing it is the mantra of my soul. I will let you go, knowing we are eternal. We were born to walk this world in intersecting lines. We are circles and signposts and parallels.

I have left markers for you at every turn. Look for me in everything that catches your breath. Let the simple miracle of your own presence overwhelm you. And we are love at its most inexplicable. With these words, I am one with divinity. With these words, I am one with you. Are you like me?

Are you alive or just pretending? Awake I was loved in my dreams last night. It echoed through me like thunder—I felt it through and through. The loss was indescribable. Somewhere in time, throughout the ages, I was loved—I was loved and my eyes were wide open.

Nine Lives Does the past ever appear before you, like a bolt in the blue? Something or someone from many lives ago. A Beautiful Collision There was a feeling of inevitability when I met you.

The sense that we would be together; that there would be a moment when you would look at me in a certain way, and we would cross the threshold from friendship into something so much more.

We spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.

She walks the earth freely, yet her feet never touch the ground. Many hands will reach for her, but she cannot be anchored. She belongs to no one, to nothing, to nowhere.

When you meet her, you will recognize her for who she is—a free spirit, a wandering star. The Essence I saw a swaying tree, I felt it sway in me. A bird trilled out her song, To me this song belongs. She only remembers the way she used to be—wild and reckless. Bold and unapologetic. Circles My mind, a Venn diagram. You, the overlap and the intersect; a pulsating glimmer—omnipresent, a lighthouse with its glowing breath.

You are the stone that skirts the river, that skips along its crystal plane; a surface skimmed by concentric shimmer, and trembles with the touch of rain. You are worlds that spin in orbit, a star who rose and fell; infinity summoned for audit— a penny toss in the wishing well c Q: Tell me where to put the stars. Show me how the oceans keep spilling over. Your smile is a blazing trail of light, shot down from the heavens. He He is the thought behind the feeling, the swelling in my chest; the starlight in the evening, the yearning when I undress.

He is the sound behind the sighing, the song of every bird; the tears in all my crying, the ache in every word c Q: He and I collided like two predestined stars and in that brief moment I felt what it was like to be immortal. Jul 20, Tran Thanh Tu rated it liked it Shelves: There are some well-said quotes worth pointing out anyway: If you want to know his mind, listen for the words that linger in his silence. If you want to know his soul, look at where his eyes are when you catch him smiling.

I have come to love reading poetry lately. In a matter of a few short sentences, poets can often evoke such vibrant feelings that paragraphs and essay cannot imitate in the least. Sometimes, we just need less words and more feeling.

The Universe of Us, is a poetically breathtaking piece of work. In a series of different poetic forms, the author is able to take the reader on the endless journey of love and describe it in so many beautiful I have come to love reading poetry lately.

In a series of different poetic forms, the author is able to take the reader on the endless journey of love and describe it in so many beautiful and tragic ways. Tell me that story again—the one where the world ends how it began with a boy who loves a girl and a girl who loves a boy. And she is deaf and he is blind and he tells her he loves her over and over and she writes him every day but never hears a thing back. It expressed heartbreak and first love and last love and everything in between in shimmering words and vivid imagery.

The words are so raw and thoughtful that it skips the brain and seeps straight into the heart. I like to think it this book has found you for a reason, even if that reason is only to draw your eyes skyward once more.

View all 21 comments. Aug 21, Joseph rated it really liked it Shelves: The Universe of Us by Lang Lev is the poet's fourth collection of poetry. Her fashion label Akina has achieved critical and commercial success, stocked in key boutiques around Australia and later in cutting edge Harajuku, Japan.

I would have passed this collection by, but her mention in her partner's, Michael Faudet, book Pretty Dirty Things intrigued me. If Leav was the influence to Faudet's writing, it must be worthwhile to read. Leav manages to treat love without becoming sappy about it. Her poems, for the most part, are very short almost like song lyric clippings. It is easy to see how her work can become best-selling poetry. Not to slight her work, but it does seem to hold that bubblegum pop quality of catching a moment and exploiting it.

Although as a middle aged male, I am probably not the target audience for Leav's writing. I can appreciate the subject matter and did enjoy the cosmological references. It was the odd poem out that attracted my attention.

I can see how this collection appeals to a large and not normally poetry reading audience.

Although this collection is not my preferred poetry, anything that encourages people to read more poetry is a very good thing. View 1 comment. Jan 02, Reem Ghabbany rated it liked it. He said loving me was like seeing the ocean for the first time. Watching the waves crash senselessly against the rocks, over and over.

Grabbing fistfuls of sand as it trickled through his fingers, like my hair, brittle as ebony, strong and taut like the bumps of his knuckles. He said it was like swallowing his first mouthful of the sea-the sudden shock of betrayal. He said loving me was like panning for gold. Sifting through arsenic, waist-deep in toil. Lured by the shimmer and promise of transc He said loving me was like seeing the ocean for the first time. Lured by the shimmer and promise of transcendence, like the river between my lips, a floodgate that opens for him-only when I choose.

And I told him, ifI am so hard to love, then let me run wild My love is not a testament to my surrender. I will show you just how much I love you, with the inward draw ofevery breath- the collective sigh of the world and all its despair. I enjoyed this book but not as much as love and misadventure and lullabies I love her style in writing. It's so simple,beautiful and conveys a deep meaning I didn't know Lang Leav until today.

Shame on me. I've always hated poetry with a passion. School did that to me. It made me think poetry is just a bunch of boring words put together to torment me. The poets I had to study with the exception of George Bacovia used complicated words to say nonsense. I've always thought of them as some sadistic bastards who composed on their toilets for the sole purpose of tormenting children during their classes. Just miles of verses you had to memorize not to g I didn't know Lang Leav until today.

Just miles of verses you had to memorize not to get a bad grade. And when I finished high school, on my final oral exam, what do you think I got? Poetry, of course. But there's always a silver lining, and the poet was Bacovia. Not only did I know to analyze his work, but I knew some poems by heart.

Good thing his depressing work spoke to my teenage-self. But enough of my tormented past. This year I decided on a whim to give poetry another chance. I thought that if nobody made me read it, it would be more enjoyable. Not only did I like it, I loved it! No poem ever made me shed tears. A Lesson made me cry like a baby. For those that say they never knew- the saddest leave the least of clues.

This is beautiful and heartbreaking.Heart in love, and heart loved. Erika Kuster Ebook Developer: Apr 01, Katie.

Please enter your name here. For science. To stretch out my hand and touch the soft, yielding warmth of your skin. To illustrate this point, I want you to read my beautiful and accomplished poetry that I have slaved over for many nights, which springs from my innumerable passionate, love affairs.

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