To the people I have said "love you" to and they have said it back,I do not disagree, that "I"is a heavy commitment far too momentous for our mouths:we dissolve ourselves entirely, like solvents as if this is a solution,throwing around "love you's" unburdened by the fact that thelove is just an exhale, one that … Continue reading poem | “Love You”
poem | the thing about being us
I wrote this one for my sister who is leaving for university, but I hope a lot of people can relate to having someone they have always looked up to.
poem | home is such an innocent sentiment
Home is such an innocent sentimentbut yet the all encompassing desirefor it grips us in its clawsalways looming over our shoulder as the dreaded figurehiding behind dad-proofed closet doors,We remember home as a saturated film reel of everyone we've lovedevery flower that has bent under the wind of our willand every heart we've ever touched,We … Continue reading poem | home is such an innocent sentiment
poem | dreams
maybe our dreamsare just reality in the wrong time-zonethe wrong hemisphere of compulsionand magnetismyet somehowwe know deep downin the dark lightless fracture of dreams,that we existin more ways than we are led to believe© Ella Levick apoeticdaydreamer.comInstagram/Pinterest: @apoeticdaydreamer
poem | Roe v. Wade overturned
5:30 pmMy nanna wants to talk about itbut I steer the conversation back tomy ACT score(state mandates don’t feel so personal when theyturn out in your favor)the ocean is very large andAustralia so very far away, if we speak it will beno message in a bottle, but a message in a bomband I don’t want … Continue reading poem | Roe v. Wade overturned
poem | the skies we miss when we aren’t looking
I hear it's rather beautifulin the dusk andin the dawnwhen the world exists betweenstates of quiet and noise© Ella Levick apoeticdaydreamer.comInstagram/Pinterest: @apoeticdaydreamer
poem | when you sit with sylvia plath at lunch
and when sylvia plathsits with you at lunchhave you found yourselfor lost the world?(probably both)pages crinkle in placeof conversation scrapsand words bloom into poem drafts,it's not so quietin the library:dew drops form in frontal crevicesso much to understandexcept what you want to knownow it is timeless but the bell rings and off you go(don't get … Continue reading poem | when you sit with sylvia plath at lunch
poem | choir of voices
come spring the warm wind brings not one falling blossom but masses on the run.a melody and weak strum was where we begunnow watch as it blooms into tales and love.a choir of voices singswhere before there was only a faint hum,lean on this melody, walk this bridge andchorus. feel it bend under youburden the weight … Continue reading poem | choir of voices
poem | stop.
Happy pride month!! Remember that it takes nothing, and costs you nothing to be kind. 🙂
poem | my tears are not comparative
you said you've been through worselike my struggle wasn't realas if the broken layers of my heartcould never fully heal.but when I cry at night to songs that promise hopeI can surely tell you this,you're journey may be different to minebut my tears are not comparative.© Ella Levick apoeticdaydreamer.comInstagram/Pinterest: @apoeticdaydreamer I hope you are having … Continue reading poem | my tears are not comparative
poem | absence of light
I think to myselfas I close my eyesagainst the ageing night:there is never any gain of darknessjust an absence of light© Ella Levick apoeticdaydreamer.comInstagram/Pinterest: @apoeticdaydreamer
poem | perspective
don't you think it's funny,that from standing on the ground, the earth seems quite large, and not the slightest bit round, but if you go a bit further, and look from afar, you will find that standing in space, earth looks small like a star.© Ella Levick apoeticdaydreamer.comInstagram/Pinterest: @apoeticdaydreamer
poem | sound of silence
what is the sound of silence?is it the laughter of despair?or is it the quiet sound of forgivenesstravelling through the air?does it make trails down her cheeksfrom all the words she did not sayor the conversations she plannedthat didn't go her way?is there just one form of silence?a shout that makes no sound,a prayer sent … Continue reading poem | sound of silence
poem | mending melodies
you tell me you will fix me,but am I really broken?all I need is a dose of songsto heal the torn and stolen.© Ella Levick apoeticdaydreamer.comInstagram/Pinterest: @apoeticdaydreamer
poem | scars
my scars tells the storyof everywhere I've been,of all the trying times I've gone throughand all the places I have seen.but a scar isn't always on the outsidesometimes it's the things you can't see,like the imprint left by someonewho said they'd stay when they meant leave.© Ella Levick apoeticdaydreamer.comInstagram/Pinterest: @apoeticdaydreamer
Daily prompt
Daily writing promptWhat bothers you and why?View all responses The fact we can never go back, no matter how hard we try and how much we want to.
poem | like any good immigrant
I am equal parts grateful and grieved, butLike any good immigrantI do not let the latter be seen.I do not rage when they call my accent a speech impediment,Nor do I wail at their ignorance. BecauseI know they just don’t understand, thatLeaving a home feels like having the fingerprints ripped off your hands.So, like any … Continue reading poem | like any good immigrant
poem | The Great Gatsby
Obviously, this poem is inspired by F. Scott Fitzgerald's famous novel, The Great Gatsby. My favourite line is also the last, "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
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