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I will never forgive myself for not liking Sylvia Plath at first. God, it's the most embarrassing thing in the world T-T
I love that my favorite poem/collection of poetry compares love to the intoxication of wine because like omggg it soooo is the sameee 😭. I’ve never had wine (obviously) but every thing i’ve seen of being drunk compares quite nicely to my experience with being in love. I.e. it feels great in the moment but the hangover SUCKSSSSSSSSSSS
Oh my goodness. People need to stop comparing InstaPoetry and TumblrPoetry because it is not the same! There is an obvious difference and TumblrPoetry is clearly superior because it’s… you know… actual poetry with depth and symbolism and mature emotions (i.e. complex and made up of many different emotions, sometimes conflicting). It's not the same so just… stop.
Book reviews on goodreads are wild because every now and then you have someone who takes the time to write a deep and concise explaination kf their feelings and then you’ll have people who say the following:
I don’t like poetry.
Keats eats pu$$y
😭
Ugh. I didn’t know it was YA at the time or I wouldn’t have bought it.
If you like John Keats your gay
Wtffffffff. Likel.. none of thos are helpful. What was the plot? How was the prose? How was the poetry? Was it sublime? Romsntic? Static? Escoterkc? Like how hard is it to just say whether it was good or not. And for the love of God and all things sacred, if you don’tmlike poetry DON’T READ POETRY BOOKS! JESUS! YALL ARE SO FUCKING STUPID LIKE SJFHENCHENFNEF 😭.
Also, something being YA doesn’t mean it’s bad. Yall just wanna hate on teenagers because you have nothing better to do. Go get a life. And probsbly a job. God 🙄
Melancholy is my inspiration. I write the most passionately and the most sublimely when i’m pensive. And with all the crushing sadness I’ve been feeling you would think i’d get some writing done but… that’s just it. Melancholy isn’t crushing sadness. It’s not a wave but more like the wind. Divine yet transient. Ethereal yet ephemeral. It doesn’t crash over me like depression but it simply fills the air around me and inside of me, gently pushing me into a direction of it’s choosing. With everything i write there is something beautiful and bittersweet.
My writing is not so deep as the ocean but it is as flowy as the air around me. And i breathe poetry — I eat poetry — like air. Is there any beauty where this does not exist? Is there any breath where air does not exist? Is there an life where breath does not exist? Is there any soul where spirit does not exist?
I can feel it. The wind is blasting, Blowing me in every direction. The current, the... riptide Pulls me outward from the shore, Takes me by surprise. It's a travesty, such a tragedy It comes in waves, rising and falling, From the surface to the floor, And sweeps me out to sea. I'm sinking in a burning sea, A sea of monsters and darkness And I'm left alone, With the other half of me lost forever. Alone crying a river of tears, And sinking in a blood-red sea Wishing I was able to drown.
Running far away,
Hoping to be found,
It makes no sense,
Where am I?
Kinda lost,
I see hope,
But it's too blurry,
Hate holds my hand,
I let it lead me,
And the world turns dark,
A terrible silence settles,
Am I too lost?
Am i too lost?
Silence is what i found,
When I needed a family,
When i wished for a friend,
Darkness creeped around,
Now in darkness and silence,
I am found,
And
I am lost.
You too?
Strange...
I hoped I was the only one,
The only one life's been cruel to...
But now that you're here,
Hold my hand,
Maybe,
And I'd be a fool to promise this,
But maybe,
There's a way out.
Or maybe there isn't,
But,
Won't it be better,
To hold someone's hand?
I always knew,
Heard Sounds in the silence,
Saw light in the darkness,
And thought,
Well, There must be others too,
Was to scared to reach out
Hold your hand and promise you too,
We will find a way out,
And have each other's back,
All the way through,
And when we enter the light,
And When this tunnel ends,
I will hug you goodbye,
And say "see you soon"
I am a fucking child,
And all I ever do is cry.
And I live inside my phone,
And life has been a fucking toll.
My friends tell me that I'm insane,
And I really love the rain.
Clap your hands if you are like me,
Clap your hands if you'll pay for my therapy.
I get in the car
And watch things pass by my way
Then I start to realize
I’ll never see this place after today
I start to tear up
Because I fear the unknown
Staying in the past feels better
Than finding a new home
But I suck it up
And say my goodbyes
Because it’s time to let things go
That’s just how we grow
