all time favorite poem

a little bit of poetry reading tonight from one of my all time favorite poets.

what are your thoughts on this poem? how do you interpret it?

the first time i read through the book, I didn’t mark this page but recently I’ve been thinking a lot about this specific piece and I decided to reread it tonight. Definitely a new favorite

Out of the night that covers me,
     Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
     For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
     I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
     My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
     Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
     Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
     How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
     I am the captain of my soul.

—  Invictus, by William Ernest Henley. My favorite poem of all time, and a great one to recite or read when you need motivation to keep going. <3

sparklysuperhero  asked:

Polaroid and poetry for your ask game (✿◠‿◠)

Hi! <3

Polaroid: Post a picture that makes you feel good about yourself: Really feelin’ my icon right now tbh…probably bc I gave myself a little crown of dots. Why did I save this in such a small format?? Who knows. It is a mystery. 

Poetry: If you have one, name a favorite book or poem: My favorite book of all time is The Great Gatsby!

We can stick anything into the fog and make it look like a ghost.
But tonight let us not become tragedies.
We are not funeral homes
with propane tanks in our windows
lookin’ like cemeteries.
Cemeteries are just the Earth’s way of not letting go.
Let go.
Tonight, poets, turn your ridiculous wrists so far backwards
the razor blades in your pencil tips
can’t get a good angle on all that beauty inside.
Step into this
with your airplane parts
move forward
and repeat after me with your heart:
I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.
Make love to me
like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this,
but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop
without jumping.
I have realized that the moon
did not have to be full for us to love it,
that we are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it,
that if my heart
really broke
every time I fell from love
I’d be able to offer you confetti by now.
But hearts don’t break, y’all,
they bruise and get better.
We were never tragedies.
We were emergencies.
You call 9 – 1 – 1.
Tell them I’m havin’ a fantastic time.
—  Buddy Wakefield, We Were Emergencies
Happiness Journal, February 17th

-I wrote probably my best essay so far this year for AP lit
-I didn’t have troubs so I got a bit of extra sleep
-I looked really cute today (striped crop top + velvet midi skirt + docs + accent necklace)
-kale and I saw McCurnin in the PAC parking lot and laughed about it all the way to the north
-David made me an amazing raspberry white chocolate mocha
-I came up with a great idea for my reflexive verb project for french
-I got to spend all of calligraphy sketching
-mars gave me a book of poetry during lunch!
-Zoe gave me an amazing s'mores cupcake
-we analyzed one of my favorite poems of all time in AP lit
-I decided I want to get part of that poem tattooed on my body
-we got out of school an hour early!
-it was SUNNY and WARM
-Kale, Diana, Mars, and I got kava together after school!
-and it lowkey fucked me up (lol)
-we went to this really cute stationary shop and I got a lil lavender colored pen
-we also went to salt & straw and Diana ended up getting ice cream for free! I love when the universe just works out like that
-Mars held my hand a lot
-I got to drive with my sunroof open for the first time all year!
-I got to see Bentley and Blue today
-Kale couldn’t stop talking about how sweet Mars is how happy she is for me
-I went downtown with David + Dad!
-I sketched all the way there
-the sunset was BEAUTIFUL
-we ate at Henry’s and I had some amazing meatloaf
-we also went to blick and I bought a round tip calligraphy nib and some black and green ink!
-we stopped by music millennium too and I picked up hozier’s album since I’ve been listening to it so much
-I (barely) survived a whole day of wearing my docs!
-Caitlin messaged me and told me how excited she is that we’ve become friends this year!! And I was like “!!!! same!”
-legally blonde was on tv when we got home
-mars messaged me right before i fell asleep and said she loves me

Today was one of the happiest days I can remember having. Life is pretty frickin great.

the-vaudevillain  asked:

do you have any writers you consider literary inspirations? who? which books/poems/passages/etc. of theirs?

Wil omg you sent me so many questions ilysm 

when i was 16 i took an online workshop run by Rachel McKibbens, and that experience/her work continue to be incredibly influential for me. her poem oath (blud litany) is one of my all time favorites (i also have two poems in this same issue so that is really fuckin cool to me??). i did a whole interview about how much Hieu Minh Nguyen’s work means to me (his poem Notes on Staying also really fucks my shit up). other than that, many of my friends have been wildly influential for me too, specifically: Linette Reeman, Kate Lange (who is one of my very best friends and also the most brilliant poet), Sam Rush (i don’t know them all too well but they are the kindest soul and their poetry is so fucking good???), Yasmin Belkhyr, and so many more. i’ve also been having really gr8 conversations about poetry (specifically poetry shared within a slam setting) with Troy Cunio, who is the greatest poet and person. 

i feel like i’m forgetting so many people but this will have to do for now. <3 

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One of my all time favorite poems. Astonishingly beautiful.

Every chapter title in Lady Midnight is taken from the poem “Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allan Poe.

I am on chapter 10, “And She Was a Child.” The chapter titles have all sounded oddly familiar to me, but only now did I finally put the pieces together. And I am dying.

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“Annabel Lee” is one of my favorite poems of all time! I can’t believe I didn’t catch on sooner!

It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;–
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.
She was a child and I was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love–
  I and my Annabel Lee–
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
  Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
  Went envying her and me:–
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling
  And killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we–
  Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:–

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea–
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.

—  Annabel Lee - Edgar Allan Poe
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journaling-junkie’s February Journal Challenge Day 5: A famous poem.

Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

***
One of my favorite poems of all time! I love love love Pablo Neruda.