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Over the Time, we Fade (14.5.18)

Silver tarnishes over time and gold

hair withers to grey. Yet the way I love

you, completely, I fear will always remain.

Mountains do crumble into the sand, swallowed up tight by the sea,

through each change forgotten, I can only hope

that one day you shall again love me.

#teenage poet diaries 2018 #aesthetic #light academia #dark academia #poetry #limerance #unrequited feelings #unrequited love #classic academia #romance

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For Zoe (14.5.18)

She, the lamplight in the morgue

who chases gone the night,

who nurses plants to flower

and keeps all summer bright.

She, who walks with love

radiating form her eyes,

who collects every smile and laugh

that comes as time does fly.

She, who grows not old

even as the years roll by

with me she lives on forever,

she will remain even when we die

#teenage poet diaries 2018 #aesthetic #light academia #dark academia #poetry #books #girlhood #she is alive and well though this poem makes it sound like she died??? #we were girls together #though we don't talk anymore #she was my best friend for a time and i'm grateful for her #writer #writ #writeblr #poem

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— i love you it's ruining my life / you don't get to tell me about sad / am i allowed to cry? / old habits die screaming

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TTPD [art by me] (alternate background under the cut)

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'Ash is our purest form' (11.5.18)

We become dust when we are complete

whether burnt or lain under flowers

carried by wind throughout empty streets

past the vacant, concrete towers.

The dust is all that will remain

when the skin melts into the soil,

when the hair burns away without any pain

and the organs begin then to boil

The purest form that we can be

after we start to decay and rot

is a form that each of us scarcely sees

and a form that is easily forgot.

#teenage poet diaries 2018 #aesthetic #light academia #dark academia #poetry #books #poem #poet #poets #poets on tumblr #writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #death #cremation #morgue #don't fear death #mortic #mortician #peace

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I need more fairy teacups in my life

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“You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known- and even that is an understatement.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Letter to Zelda Fitzgerald

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You look like Stevie Nicks

In ‘75 the hair and the lips

Crowd goes wild at her fingertips

half moonshine a full eclipse

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chappell roan, "red wine supernova"

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I Can't Think of a Title (10.5.18)

Breathe into me something beautiful

so I might forget to be heartbroken

from across the room you laugh so blithely

at some sweet nothing that's been spoken.

When the sun embraces the crown of trees

and my skin is painted by grass

it is only momentary, my hopes roam free

to dream an affair that could never last.

Your voice collapses great mountains to sand

and your eyes warm the waves of the sea

If only you could hold my love in your hands

and devote scraps of some affection to me

#teenage poet diaries 2018 #aesthetic #light academia #dark academia #poetry #books #poem #poets #poets on tumblr #write #writeblr #limerance #unrequited love #words words words #art #poet

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Untitled, Again (May 2018)

Grey rooms merge the days

something bitter with despair

only lightened by soft praise

offhand from a friend who

offers care

Yet here she is not seen today

the room remains so bleak,

throat captive by some sickness,

it is all I can do: hear

others speak

They talk of paintings and conflict,

unaware I listen steadfast

one called the other a fat prick

so now I am trying to stifle a laugh

#i was feeling silly hehe #poetry #aesthetic #light academia #dark academia #books #poem #poetic #spilled ink #words words words #lit #literature #teenage poet diaries 2018 #class #classic academia #wr #writing #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #writeblr

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It Is Like Mourning (23.4.18)

Together bled the marriage

of sunrise to sunset,

such bitterly perfect

memories my heart has

readily tried to forget

Say plainly you think no

more of me, and I’ll

think even less of you

but suggest that you love

me still, and I’ll spend

my life, every night

yearning only for you

This heart has been broken

for so long- like a poet who has not a muse

perhaps one day I’d learn to stop

thinking of past happiness between me

and you

#teenage poet diaries 2018 #heartbreak #light academia #dark academia #poetry #poem #toxic love #toxic relationship #limerance

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Toying (2018)

Like a cat to string

yet so much more precise

they toy with girls’ hearts

without considering it twice

how we wonder for your love

plaguing thoughts, days and nights

leave us blindly leading blind

praying redundantly for lights

#teenage poet diaries 2018 #poem #poetry #aesthetic #light academia #dark academia #books #heartbreak

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I’d Never Seen the Sun (17.4.24)

For years, I had known my role was the moon.

Borrowing light from my friends and lovers,

ice-clad soul to mellow the heat of June

and never detract focus from others.

How many people did I call “my sun”?

Praising their warmth and rays of bright beauty,

forbidding my dim lustre attention

and insisting the night was all I’d see.

Then one day, you said “you are like sunlight,

you are golden and you bring so much warmth.

You illuminate my life.” It was then, I might

have realised my own glow was now born.

No longer do I feel like I borrow

the light, I know it was always within

you granted my sight, wiped away sorrow,

made me feel finally, life could begin.

#poem #poetry #sun and moon #sun #moon #light academia #dark academia #self care #aesthetic #self love #girlhood #gratitude #romanticise your life #literature

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Letter to Jack (21.4.18)

For so long, love has been

like diamond rings:

beautiful and admired

but ultimately a frivolous thing

Like the river to the sky in

blues, did I see you and

such pure feelings began

to bloom

Such as light to the dark

were you blinding to me

just like ships in a storm

did I fall under sea

As spring turns to summer

then leaves start to fall

you are with me in heart

and just that matters at

all

Will the sun rise still, without

your love?

In a sea of such hopelessness

I am the Ark and you are

the dove

#teenage poet diaries 2018 #aesthetic #light academia #dark academia #poetry #books #poem #yearning #limerance #love #romance