“I knew you were beautiful
without ever having to see you,
because the way
unnerved the butterflies
resting in my stomach, and I
could feel their wings brushing up
against each other,
they were so excited to
hear that voice,
and I was so excited, too,
and you were so
More than that, you
were the fire that warmed
my heart until
I could finally feel again.”
You // r.e.s
“You helped me recognise that there is both beauty in distant city lights from all angles, and in a pitch black sky, lit up only by the thousands of starts littered across it. I may not be thankful for the way that you left me, but I will forever be grateful for that.”
A gift // r.e.s
“It wasn’t the same as with
other people. When I lost you, I mean.
It wasn’t the same.
Because, when I lost you
my heart scarred in all of the
places you had touched it. Every
pretty word you’d said to me
became ugly, every laugh I had laughed
for you was replaced with staring
at the wall for an hour, wondering if
I was dreaming. When I lost you,
I thought that maybe I hadn’t lost you
at all. I thought you’d pick up the
phone and call, or at least send a message.
When I lost you, I lost a piece of myself.
Because, you came into my life with a bang,
changing the way I viewed
people, and city lights, and stars,
and everything. And losing someone
who changes everything hurts.
It more than hurts. It turns feet into
heavy blocks that you can’t lift for days,
and it makes your lips so sore
that you won’t open them to speak.
But when I lost you, I missed
you, and I hated you, and it hurt
so much I couldn’t even cry.
But it’s okay.
When I lost you, I lost a piece
of myself, but new pieces have grown
in its place, and it’s okay.
WHEN I LOST YOU // r.e.s
I made sure I ate
breakfast, lunch, dinner
today, and with each
bite I thought,
‘I am alive, I am alive, I am
I used my legs to walk
and meadows and
rivers this week,
and with each step I thought,
‘I am alive, I am alive, I am
My heart is on fire,
I have a voice that likes to
sing, I have books I like
to read, I have notebooks filled
with drawings and papers
full of words, and
I am alive.
I’ll be damned if my life
is worth burning off everything
I eat, or refusing to make a
sound, because god forbid someone
hears my voice.
I am alive and I am going
to act as such.
Alive | r.e.s
“i loved you with shaking hands
and brittle bones, with
a heart that was empty and
broken and alone,
with eyes that could see
you but not very well, because
they started to cry as soon as i fell.
i loved you with patience
and restlessness both, and
a head that was thinking in musical
notes, with a mind that was
busy most of the day,
and even though we talked often
i didn’t have much to say.
so i loved you with
greed and hunger and passion
and a constant fear that
something i said would make
you snap, with jealousy
and eagerness, and legs
that would break, with a heart
that didn’t have a clue how
much it could take.
and i’d ask you if i was worth
the days that were rough,
but i just want to know
why you let me go, said
the good days were good
but the bad ones were too
much; and wasn’t
the fact that i loved you
I LOVED YOU (wasn’t it enough?) // r.e.s
what other good poem accounts do you follow?
I don’t really follow poetry blogs!
write more soon !
I’ll try to!
how do you become so talented in your writing? what did you do?
Awh thanks! ^^
This advice is super overused, but I read constantly, and I write constantly. My writing a year or two ago? It was so terrible. And in a year I’ll probably look back on what I’ve written today and think it’s terrible, too. However, at least I can compare my work and realise that I’m so much better now than I was then.
But yeah, reading has really, really helped. I’ve noticed the more I read, the more I get into the mood to write, and the more I write, the better I get. Read a variety of books, too. Obviously it’s fine to have staple books that you go back to, but try reading things that are out of your comfort zone. And read some poetry!
Also, write about anything and everything. Literally. Write about waiting in traffic lights, or burnt toast, or bedsheets. Find new ways to describe things. This sounds weird, but you’ll broaden your vocab and your writing will improve. Do crosswords. I mean, I don’t do that, but I should.
Okay last thing: don’t be too hard on yourself. If you write something and it sucks, that’s okay because at least you’ve written something. If you start hating something you write, leave it. Leave it somewhere in a folder on your computer and don’t come back to it for months. Then you’ll have a fresh mind and you’ll be able to work through it without feeling sick of it.
Just keep reading, keep writing, and don’t think too much about it.
Hope this helped!!! Have a lovely day.
what do you do when you have writers block? when your thoughts advocate your mind and you have so much to say but you can't?
Honestly, when that happens, I usually just don’t write. If my mind is completely full with thoughts, I’ll tend to just wait until they pass, or do something to distract myself. I just have to trust that eventually I’ll find a thought I can grab onto long enough to hold onto it and make something out of it.
Sometimes though, I might get lots of ideas at once, and instead of letting them go, I’ll grab my phone and start all of them, without the pressure of having to finish them, if that makes sense. I know that I can come back to them later and make them into a poem or something if I want to, or just leave them if I don’t. It’s nice to have them somewhere though.
I know this might not have helped, but I kind of just go with how I’m feeling in the moment, and sometimes having lots of thoughts is fun because it means I get to write poem after poem after poem, or story after story after story, but sometimes, when I have lots of thoughts, I decide I don’t want to hold onto them.
Also, in terms of general writers block (where I’m simply stuck and have no clue what to write), I’ll just have a go-to topic, which is usually love or loneliness, and I’ll try and describe them in different ways, or pull experiences up that involve them, and start from there. And going for walks is nice for observing. And keep a diary. Even if what you end up writing in it is completely random or doesn’t make sense.
Sorry this was so long! I hope it helped at least a little. Have a lovely day.
“I’d always heard that falling in love
wasn’t a one-foot-in-one-foot-out kind of thing,
it was more like the moment
when you’re so afraid that you find
you can’t scream, except instead you’re
so in love that you can’t say a thing
in case you mess up when you try to tell them
that they’re you’re everything.
Falling in love was realising that
if they asked, you’d say ‘yes,’ even if you
had to take a moment to catch your
breath or imagine yourself walking down the aisle
in a suit or dress, imagining their smile
as you held your head high as you possibly
could, not taking your eyes off each other.
Falling in love was Tuesday afternoon, ‘just got
home from work’ kisses leading to the bed,
and Friday evening tears falling
onto their favourite shirt as they held you
in their arms, tight as they could as if to say,
‘I’ll never let you go’. Falling in love
was knowing that you’d never leave without
ever having to say the words. It was
texting to check you’re okay at work. It was
remembering just how they liked their coffees and
teas, it was bringing an extra straw in
case the restaurant didn’t provide one, it was
knowing what they were thinking just
by looking into their eyes, it was thinking you
knew what they were thinking and laughing when you
got it wrong, it was fighting and making up
before you’d even gotten out of bed, it was
‘I love you I love you I love you’ and it was found in
the creases on the bedsheets and the
pen marks on the walls and the slightly ajar
windows and the mess upon the floor and
falling in love was knowing that
they’d answer if you called, even if they
were busy and even if you only called to hear
their voice for a second.
Sometimes, falling in love was
tired ‘goodnight’s and red, puffy eyes,
and stupid fights.
But falling in love, mostly, was nights like tonight
where you were looking into their eyes
even though your favourite movie was on and
all you were wondering was how anyone
could ever be so wonderful.”
Ideals // r.e.s
“Loving you made me hard, and sick
of having such an open heart,
and afraid that everyone who claims to love me
is a liar.
Now, I’m closed off at best,
and silent most days, and I’ve never
really trusted people
but now my best friend is sick of wondering
if I’m okay, and my heart is all over
but no one can see it.
Now, I’m mostly empty and
Loving you was the best thing
that ever happened to me, but it was
an opportunity that ended
before I had the chance to show my best qualities.
I’m afraid that you feel sick
when you think of me.
Loving you made me hope, and kept
me alive for a while, and it gave me a future
when all I wanted was to die, and
it may of turned me into a piece of shit
in the end, and maybe it was all
a game of pretend, and maybe now I’m too damn
scared to put my heart on the line,
but some of the best days of my stupid life
were the days when you were mine.”
LOVING YOU / LOSING YOU by r.e.s