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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | 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