A POETIC DAYDREAMER

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  • poem | division

    the inevitable division of humansis not always born out of greed or hate, it is a slow differing of opinion, that spreads from state to state. and those with no willpowerfollow blindly the other’s lead, without ever pausing to wonder… Continue reading

  • 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… Continue reading

  • 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… Continue reading

  • 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 Continue reading

  • 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… Continue reading

  • poem | rebellion

    I started a rebellionand titled it Mine.it held every daughterwomen and sister you would findbut our rebellion did not runon violence of any kindour rebellion ran on the voices of you and I.© Ella Levick apoeticdaydreamer.comInstagram/Pinterest: @apoeticdaydreamer Continue reading

  • poem | astronaut

    I fly above the oceansand high above the groundI bathe myself in starlightthe silence safe and soundI close my eyes and listento the murmur in the cloudsand the gentle whisper of planetsas the air around them bowsthen the planets collectively… Continue reading

  • poem | stardust

    when earth was first createdand everything went ‘bang’the stars that all explodednow make up your heart and brain.and that twinkle in your eyewhen you’re happy or excitedare the stars that call it home therethey dance when they’re delighted.but now your… Continue reading

  • poem | beauty (noun)

    you say you’re not prettybut how would you knowwhen you’ve only ever seenwhat the mirror shows? andI don’t know who put the ideain your headthat beauty starts withthe length of your legbut to call that a lie is long overdue,… Continue reading

  • poem | magic

    I know you don’t believe in magicbut how can you even saythere is no such thing as magicwhen you see it everyday?I know you’ve seen the trees bendunder the weight of magic’s words,and the way the sky turns purpleat the… Continue reading