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“Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they’ll make your soul impervious to the world’s soft decay.”
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via observando)

"You know that romantic notion that all the garbage and the pain is actually really healing and beautiful and sort of poetic? It’s not. It’s just garbage and it’s pain. You know what’s better? Love. The day that you start thinking that love is overrated is the day that you’re wrong. The only thing wrong with love and faith and belief is not having it.”

Phoebe Tonkin for Cotton On’s “Hello World” Campaign.

i. We began discussing poetry in my literature class earlier and that’s when it came to me, point blank, how the ‘poems’ I write aren’t even poems at all. Not even the slightest bit. 

ii. I have always known that I am not even close to the kind of writer I want to be, oh goodness no, but the one and a half hour lecture we had on poetry earlier made me realize two things: 

  • There’s still so much I have to improve on; I know so little about something I love so much.
  • I am very willing to make something more of myself. I will doubt my capability every once in a while, and there will be times when I will feel that there is no hope at all, but I will not give up.

iii. Note to self: every time you feel so depressed about how you’re not even good at something you have always loved, hold on to this poem by Charles Bukowski (another addition to my favorite poems, a gem I unearthed the other day):

Roll The Dice by Charles Bukowski

if you’re going to try, go all the
otherwise, don’t even start.
if you’re going to try, go all the
way. this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or
4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the
worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
you will be alone with the
and the nights will flame with

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way.
you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter,
it’s the only good fight
there is.

iv.”Poetry has power. A single line can be a part of your life,” our literature professor told us in his lecture earlier. Indeed, sir. Indeed.

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“It’s beautiful when you find someone that is in love with your mind. Someone that wants to undress you conscience and make love to your thoughts. Someone that wants to watch you slowly take down all the walls you’ve built up around your mind and let them inside.”
“You’re alone.
You’re all alone.
And the world seems
to feel bigger somehow,
as though you can’t find
any place
in which you fit
and you’re at the rock bottom
and at the mountain peak
at the same time,
of the immensity
that you have to face.
Waves are clashing
on the shore
and you have nothing
to hold on to,
you’re grasping
nothing but sand
and soon you drown
in your own misery.
You shout
and you shout
to ask for help
and all the world
seems to hear
are coos
and your voice
is but a whisper,
a plea
that no one hears.”
— M.P., Silenced