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by naki
torrent of words in the midst of torpor
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Tony Hoagland, Application for Release from the Dream: Poems
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An Open Letter
to someone, i barely knew.. but loved so deeply anyway
When my friends ask me why I decided to stay, despite the obvious uncertainty this thing between us exhibits, I always tell them how I, too, have no idea—not even asingle thought—not even a gist.
The truth is, however, I [ actually ] know.
But I am so ashamed of it. I am so ashamed to admit that for the very short time we've spent together, and the very few moments we've shared, I already flipped—I already felt infinite.
I am not used to feeling this way. I am not used to the fact that you made me feel things I never knew I could feel—feelings I never knew even existed.
It opened a path that made me discover new ways to navigate life. It made me know myself more. It revealed things I yearn and long for that I didn't even know were inside of my system—were a part of my being.
Hence, I am terribly desperate—desperate to tell everyone how you've made me love things so deeply I became my ultimate self.
But then, what's the point of telling them? What's the point of entertaining the thought? When I know even from then that you don't feel the same way. That what we had isn't actually something we had but had been something only I felt.
And if only I can love you in a totally different way, just to preserve the very soul of our connection, I would. But I don't know how. I don't even know if I want to. For you've turned me into a person who is so beautifully enamoured by how life has been lately that I am now profoundly infatuated by the idea of being embraced by you as i sit underneath the trees and dappled sunlight; as i listen to songs that brings me comfort; as i watch films that touches my soul; and as i compose and write about stuff that reflects things that feeds my being.
I know, however, that eventually, i'll have to loosen up my grip and let you go.
But until then, let me take my time observing the night sky and each star as it dies and blends within the galaxy, hoping that, in time, the metaphor this phenomenon holds is what our story will be or is actually made of. That, eventually, everything else that makes me think of the tenderness I feel toward you will perish—that the language you and i speak will no longer be spoken; the connection between us is no longer binding—and this feeling, despite its intensity, will no longer linger.
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Do I Get Me
I never get why I react the way I react.
I have created this notion inside the pit of my mind that everything I feel and do is valid—that all of it is driven by reasonable thinking. Regardless, however, at the end of every encounter, I still see myself passing the blame onto me.
Most of the time, despite making myself believe the said, I still always end up hating myself for the way I hate certain things. I still end up hurting myself for the way I hurt.
It constantly feels like when I am with the people I am supposed to just love, I always end up scrutinizing their intentions. Some times, I think to myself, "maybe this is because I never saw if any of the people that is supposed to just love me, even love me" or that "maybe this is because I never really understood the concept of intentions as it was never shown to me growing up."
Once again masked by my maybes, because this is the only way I can avoid the inexplicable. This is the only logical explanation I can give myself.
Honestly, I truly think I am better off alone. I can hurt no one; hence, I won't end up hurting.
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but i can't spell it out for you / no it's never gonna be that simple / no i can't spell it out for you / if you just realized what i just realized //
realize by colbie caillat
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girls when they're addicted to loneliness and desperation it's the strongest emotion they have ever known so their subconscious tells them it's their destiny
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“We often want it so badly that we ruin it before it begins. Overthinking. Fantasizing. Imagining. Expecting. Worrying. Doubting. Just let it naturally evolve”
— Unknown
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“I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?”
— Unknown
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will be doing this as my year 2023 challenge
20 ideas for poems
Feel like trying your hand out at poetry lately? Today’s your lucky day!
Here are 20 ideas to get you started. →
✍️ Short poems
- What’s a thought you’ve had floating around your head lately? Phrase it in a poem
- What’s a question you desperately want the answer to but don’t know? Ask it in your poem, then answer the from the heart with whatever image comes to mind.
- Take two abstract contrasting forces (like the moon and the sun, grief and joy, colors yellow and blue), personify them, and think of how they might relate to one another.
✍️ Story poems
- What would a poem about an insomniac old man sound like? Why does he get up at midnight to wander the halls of an empty manor?
- If death gave you one chance to go back and change one thing in your life - what would you go back to change?
- There’s usually “the other woman”, but what about “the other man”? He’s involved with a person who’s married - tell us his story.
✍️ Motif poems
- Use a red sweater as a motif to write a poem about. Whose was it? Why does it mean so much to you? What’s the memory you tie to it? What does it feel like, what is it made of?
- What’s a flaw that you love about a person? Something that makes them who they are? Use it as a motif and explore visual imagery to compare it to.
- Think about an old wristwatch. Who could it have belonged to? What sort of metaphors & allegories could you tie it into? What memory does it tell?
✍️ Long verse
- Follow a person through the changing seasons of the year and how they change with them (or remain exactly the same?)
- Read some news articles about real human tragedies, find one that speaks you, and write a poem about how you think a person might have gotten to this moment you read about
- Write a poem about the journey between life and death - someone’s experience in passing - create a visual story that doesn’t tell us they’re about to pass until the end
✍️ Fairytale retelling
- Write a poem about Rapunzel, but if it was a girl her age that climbed the tower instead of a man
- Write a poem about a never-told backstory of your favorite fairy tale villain
- What did Snow White dream about in her forever-slumber?
- Write a poem about the witch in the Hansel & Gretel tale
✍️ Write from the heart
- Explore the happiest memory of your life
- Explore the saddest memory in your life
- What was the moment you felt like you were reborn from something? Write that.
- What is the thing you fear writing about the most? Write that.
I hope this is useful to any aspiring poets out there. I do recommend having a look at some poetry theory and structures, because these might help you write them.
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“The soul is undiscovered though explored forever to a depth beyond report.”
— Heraclitus, Fragment 45
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