Tag: Poetry

I see you

To the girl who cries alone because everyone tells you to “keep staying strong.”

To the girl who sleeps often, because then at least, life is “okay” if only for a few hours, I see you.

To the girl who sits alone in her room, because your heart feels way too much.

To the girl whose famous words are, “I’m okay”, even though you are not even close to being okay.

I see you.

You are a feeler. 

Your heart is so pure for this world. 

Your light is dimmed right now.

Your heart is fragile.

You feel invisible in a world filled with so many.

I see you.

I hear you.

I am you.

But, I promise, one day at a time, your light will slowly come back bright.

Your heart will slowly mend itself back, even if it’s into a different shape.

Your pure heart will shine.

You will find someone who sees you.

No one stays invisible forever.

Storm within the Ages

This is the calm.

When the leaves lay at the feet of the thunder,

just as I do for you.

The mere moment the glare from the lighting blinds me

from the disassociation I face in your path.

The storm is coming,

yet for this moment I live in an infinite bliss of arrogance.

A monsoon of Love pours over and whilst your hands once collected the rainfall,

you no longer require the hydration.

 

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Trivial Thursday

Much like looking up into the unknown,

within a flood of stars,

I realize how small I am.

Just how insignificant is it that I spend my days feuding

with entities that require more than just my peace to reach fulfillment.

It is trivial to believe that the world could even choose the color of the night sky.

For if it was pink they would argue magenta.

I am simply a sunset within this black and white world.

A pallet unbeknownst to most.

Wake Me When November Ends Poem

It was 12 years ago that I found out I’d never again hear the sound of her laughter or voice, or see the smile on her face or even feel her embrace. It was 12 years ago that I found out my big sissy would not only be missing her birthday and Thanksgiving with us, but would never be coming home. She was taken from us way too soon and not a single day has passed in 12 years that I don’t miss my big sissy. We were like two peas in a pod. No one ever truly understood me and my quirks quite like she did. She was my best friend and I miss her everyday. She spent her entire life feeling unwanted and unloved and not a day goes by that my heart doesn’t break knowing she died all alone probably thinking those exact thoughts. Because of someone’s carelessness my sister died all alone on a cold bathroom floor and wasn’t found for two days.

I wanted to share with you all a poem that I wrote for my beautiful big sister who now lives among the Angels in Heaven.

Fall has come and almost gone,
I wish your face appeared with the dawn.
Twelve years since your time has come to pass,
It hurts that your life went by so fast.
Here comes my tears again,
Drenched in my pain once again.
Please wake me when November ends?
From day one I am waiting for day thirty so it will end,
It holds memories of a pain that won’t mend
My memory rests, but I can’t escape what I lost,
With a loss so deep you never forget the cost.
Wake me when November ends?!
The bond between sisters broken in two,
A world left shattered and blue.
Numb and empty knowing you’re no longer here,
This month arrives and I wish I could disappear.
Wake me when November ends?!
All this time and yet I’m still here drowning in the rain,
Every single day I can still feel the sting of my pain.
This aching hole in my heart that I can’t make whole,
All because of a stupid mistake your life was stole.
Please can someone wake me when November ends?

Hold onto your sisters because they truly are your forever friends. No one has your back like a sister does and there is no one who is a better friend.

Let Me Change With the Leaves of the Autumn Breeze

Every single year I look forward to Fall

Out of the four seasons it is my favorite of all

I hear through my bedroom window the howling of the wind

Which reminds me this particular season will always be a friend

Honey baked ham and sweet pecan pie

May put a few extra pounds on the edge of my thighs

Sipping warm apple cider as I walk through the pumpkin patch

In hope that it is a cold I somehow do not catch

I watch the leaves change their colors as they fall from each tree

I look around at every miracle in this life that I see

Watching Disney movies and drinking hot cocoa

Wrapped in my fuzzy blanket with no place to go

Roasting marshmallows over the hot blazing fire

Dreaming of the love from a man whom I desire

My cheeks start to flush and my nose begins to run

Then I realize this season has only just begun

Holding my lovers hand as I lay on a pile of hay

I gaze at the stars and wish that it could stay this way

The fire burns out and the days grow colder

The Autumn breeze calms itself and my hands begin to look older

My lips start to chap and the snow starts to fall

Then I remember the days of Autumn, the best season of all

My Atlantis

My Atlantis

I stare out into an infinite blue sea,

imaging a perfect world.

One to which the waves of anger and jealousy

wouldn’t dare crash against my lips.

The type of world where all of my words could simply flow

directly out of my soul without getting caught within my insecurities.

A place where my efforts were appreciated

and my positive traits were noted,

rather than drowned by my imperfections.

My Atlantis if you will.

 

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Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass- Lana Del Rey- Our Review

What The Heck Are They? The Scoop

Lana Del Rey– Shows of her radio show whisper and sultry tone in her under forty minute audio spoken word book of poems. With light background music, Lana shares what feels like excerpts from her diary. A coming of age, emotional, and vulnerable audiobook.

The spoken word recording includes 14 poems performed by Lana Del Rey accompanied by music from Grammy Award-winning songwriter/producer Jack Antonoff

 

What They Say

Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass is brought to life in an unprecedented spoken word audiobook which features Lana Del Rey reading fourteen select poems from the book accompanied by music from Grammy Award–winning musician Jack Antonoff.

“Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass is the title poem of the book and the first poem I wrote of many. Some of which came to me in their entirety, which I dictated and then typed out, and some that I worked laboriously picking apart each word to make the perfect poem. They are eclectic and honest and not trying to be anything other than what they are and for that reason I’m proud of them, especially because the spirit in which they were written was very authentic.” —Lana Del Rey

Lana’s breathtaking first book solidifies her further as “the essential writer of her times” (The Atlantic). The collection features more than thirty poems, many exclusive to the book: Never to Heaven, The Land of 1,000 Fires, Past the Bushes Cypress Thriving, LA Who Am I to Love You?, Tessa DiPietro, Happy, Paradise Is Very Fragile, Bare Feet on Linoleum, and many more.

Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass is also brought to life in an unprecedented spoken word audiobook which features Lana Del Rey reading fourteen select poems from the book accompanied by music from Grammy Award–winning musician Jack Antonoff.

This beautiful hardcover edition showcases Lana’s typewritten manuscript pages alongside her original photography. The result is an extraordinary poetic landscape that reflects the unguarded spirit of its creator.

Sound Quality

When you listen, think “radio-show”, raw sound, with fuzzy grains, reminding you of a black and white film, or a twilight zone acoustic, filled with dreamy etherialism that ropes you in, even if you are sitting somewhere busy and bustling– you will get lost in her tone and her words.

Ease of Use, Packaging?

Audible is an easy to use app. Just download for free here

 

Is It Affordable?

The audiobook is free.

 

Would I Purchase It?

I enjoyed the audiobook enough that I definitely want the hard copy. .Which is out Sept 29th. I pre ordered it here.

“This beautiful hardcover edition showcases Lana’s typewritten manuscript pages alongside her original photography. The result is an extraordinary poetic landscape that reflects the unguarded spirit of its creator.”

My Thoughts

If you are a Lana Del Rey fan, and a lover of her lyrics and her voice.. she will take you somewhere else. Her meditative voice, along with ocean and car backgrounds with similar musical notes, guide you get into Lana’s world. Almost as if we are not part of her world. And she is filling us in on all human feelings, perspectives, behaviors and emotions. Because we need Lana Del Rey to explain everything to us. But what she is really doing is sharing with us what we are all feeling. Her sweet ultra feminine voice, reminds us to soften, and notice, notice everything. One of the most poignant things about this audiobook, is that she reminds you just how present she can be, and with every meticulous attention to detail, But with enough fantasy and dreamy consequence. Her poems are filled with intelligent worlds and just enough rhyme to feel perfectly poetic.

She takes the time to defend herself from her critics and share parts of her life in poem, romanticizing LA, and giving her fans a chance to learn more about her. With her ability to whisper as she talks about the “Nowness” she offers the listener her zest for domesticity while we see her struggle to remain in her petulant youth. In her early thirties, she questions stardom, politics, her upbringing, and love. Her honesty is raw, and you feel her stuck between wanting to settle down and desperately, dreaming to fly away… and you cannot help but guess what is actually real or what she conjured up.

Her inner work which is clearly on staying focused, and finding structure in a currently questionable world, while sharing without wanting to overshare… is all of us right now. And when you finish the thirty nine minutes you just want her to keep talking because you are rooting for her. And you can feel her coming into her own. Her topics range from love to global warming, to career changes, her energy is infectious. She dreams, but she has a realistic view of our culture, her role in it and the harsh reality of the world.

At a time when we feel most vulnerable, Lana tells us that is exactly how we are all supposed to be feeling right now. And that is perfectly ok. So embrace the “Nowness”.

 

The Down-low on The Downside

Unfortunately, it is only thirty nine minutes long. And if you want the hard copy you will have to patiently wait until Sept 29th. In a pandemic world filled of podcasts, netflix binges, and bike rides.. I found joy in daydreaming with Lana in her spoken word. She really took me somewhere else.

Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass is a too short teaser. You can get the full version on vinyl and Audio CD via amazon here.

Lana reminds us beautifully just how big the imagination can be, and by listening… not watching. Because those old radio shows made the brain synapses and emotional heartstrings fire so much more than a tv or video can do.

Our Overall Rating  5 out of 5

I am speechless, Lana Del Rey has managed to navigate this pandemic as an artist, offering us up something unique, fresh, and yet oddly familiar. You can download her book for free here.

 

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3 Stages in a Heartbreak: A Poem

Tired

I’m so tired of acting tough.

I’m tired of pretending that it’s okay or that i’m okay, because i’m not.

I’m tired of crying myself to sleep.

Crying every night because it hurts.

 

I feel this indescribable pain in my chest.

Like someone’s tightly gripping your heart till it bleeds.

It hurts that there’s nothing I can do about this pain.

It hurts that I have to walk around with a smile when I’m clearly dying inside.

 

My eyes are tired from crying.

My brain is tired from overthinking.

My heart is tired from loving you.

And I’m so over missing you.

 

I need to get this off my chest.

I need to let you go.

I can’t love someone I can’t have.

I can’t wait for something that’s never coming back.

 

 

Part 2: Never really over.

For weeks, I’ve been crying myself to sleep.

And when I’m not crying.

I’d find myself staring at a blank space.

Thinking about you, about us, how we used to be.

 

It’s tiring you know.

Waiting for you is exhausting.

But still, I’d wait a thousand days for you.

And after that, I’d wait some more.

 

I know I said I’m done and I’m tired.

But when you love someone.

It’s just never really over.

Cause I still love you with all my heart and everything I have.

 

Some nights I’d think about your smile.

Other nights, your voice.

Most nights, I’d cry missing you so bad.

But never have I let a day pass by that you don’t cross my mind.

 

People would say that I’m a fool.

You broke my heart and yet it still beats for you.

They just don’t know how it feels to be loved by you.

They just don’t know you like I do.

 

I didn’t know I’d ever love someone this much.

I didn’t know anyone could ever love another person this much.

But out of all the things that I din’t know.

What I still don’t know is how you could break me like this..

 

 

Part 3?: Goodbye, for real.

Maybe it’s time I say goodbye for real.

This is the hardest thing I’ll ever do.

I’m going to stop hoping.

I’m going to start moving on.

 

I won’t forget the memories.

I won’t regret all the time we’ve spent together.

I’ll smile and move forward.

I’ll start to love myself.

 

Maybe one day, I’d find someone.

Someone who’d love me as much as I love him.

Someone who would never leave me.

Someone who will never break my heart.

 

But for now, I have to prioritize myself.

I have to cure the cuts you left me with.

I have to fix myself and wipe the tears.

Til the day comes that my heart is ready to love someone again.

Wine, Batteries, And Animal Crackers: The Poetry of Our Shopping Lists

Regardless of whether or not that bored cashier actually cares about what some lunatic stranger decides to buy on a random Tuesday, there’s something to be said about the millennial consumer’s everyday spending habits. We like to buy exactly what we want, exactly when we want it, and yes, we’re going to use plastic to pay for it. That’s just how we roll.

If I were a supermarket cashier, here’s what I’d ascertain about my twenty-something customers and their shopping lists:

Condoms, Batteries, and Cheetos…

You’re hoping to score tonight, but in the event that doesn’t work out, you made sure to pick up some AA’s for the Xbox controller and a delicious snack to help you beat a few dragons in Skyrim and forget what you’d rather be doing.

Cottage Cheese, a Family Size Pack of Steak, and Salmon Fillets…

You’re really hoping to impress your CrossFit coach this week with all your gains.

Tampons, Snickers, and a Coloring Book…

You need something to distract you from the unfairness of mother nature.

Coconut Water, Plain Crackers, and Cheap Sunglasses…

It’s been a very long night, and you somehow left your real sunglasses in whichever bar you managed to stumble into along the way. And no, you weren’t day drinking.

Stamps, Thank You Cards, and Red Bull…

You totally forgot to fill out thank you cards for all those graduation gifts you got six months ago even though you swore to your mother, grandmother, several aunts, and a few distant cousins that theirs must have gotten lost in the mail. You’ll be staying up all night in an effort to rectify your mistake and try to make it seem like the US Postal Service really is just that slow.

Broccoli, Kale, and Carrot Sticks…

You’re taking your New Year’s Resolution very seriously this year.

Frozen Quinoa Veggie Burgers, Organic Kefir, and 12 Cans of Lentil Soup…

You’ve recently decided that becoming a vegetarian is a solid health choice, but you have absolutely no interest in putting in any effort to make your own meals.

Glow Sticks, Solo Cups, and a 30-Pack of Bud Light…

There’s definitely a party on the beach in your immediate future, and you’ll be back at least four times later in the day to pick up all the styrofoam containers you forgot. And possibly a hula hoop (if you can find one).

What’s your strangest grocery combination? Tell us in the comments below!

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