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
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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.
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poem | rock bottom
there's a place you feel you gowhen it feels like you have failed,when everything stacks against youand nothing has prevailed.it's said to be the lowest that anyone can gobut maybe the lowest pointis the place in which you grow.there are times throughout your lifewhen things don't go as plannedbut that's okay because mayberock bottom's the … Continue reading poem | rock bottom
poem | destination
the right roadis never easybut let me tell you this,a crumbling pathis easier to walkthan one that doesn'texist.© Ella Levick apoeticdaydreamer.comInstagram/Pinterest: @apoeticdaydreamer
poem | heavy
how can silence be so loudwhen we learned it was quiet,not meant to make a soundor cause any riots.how can silence be so deafeningor a crushing pressure on my chest,like the weight of the worldwas a custom made vest.© Ella Levick apoeticdaydreamer.comInstagram/Pinterest: @apoeticdaydreamer
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
A POETIC DAY DREAMER 