A POETIC DAYDREAMER

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  • Daily prompt

    The fact we can never go back, no matter how hard we try and how much we want to. Continue reading

  • 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… Continue reading

  • poem | “Love You”

    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… Continue reading

  • 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.” Continue reading

  • 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. Continue reading

  • 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… Continue reading

  • 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 Continue reading

  • 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… Continue reading

  • 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 Continue reading

  • 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… Continue reading