#isabella dorta

[devilishtear]

One thing about me is I suffer from depression and when it's dark, I really struggle.

A few months ago I found a spoken word poetry who captured a lot of my feelings in a few of her poems. I ended up buying one of her books that doubled as a self-help journal.

Reading back through some earlier pages now ... I'm feeling very Stolas coded 🤔

[ladysc]

I want someone to chase after me

I want my movie scene in the pouring rain

I want sunflowers because they’re my favourite

I want someone to show up at my house unannounced

I want hands held

I want the love letters

I want poems written about me

I want songs sung together

I want to sit on a beach and watch the sun setting

I want stargazing

I want to be missed when we spend too long apart

I want nights in together

I want nights out together

I want planned futures

I want playful fights over whose eye color our babies will have

I want pictures of us laughing

I want the last slice of toast because it’s always my favourite

I want the right side of the bed

I want ‘I love you’s traced on my back while I’m half asleep

I want someone who can’t take their eyes of me in a crowd

I wanna be made to feel special

And I just want someone to love me

poem by Isabella Dorta

[k1dstfu]

[itwamtv]

i know a person shouldn’t be

your only source of happiness

but the absence of someone

seems to be my only reason

for unhappiness

[nikkupsticks]

“deluded a guide to situationships”

-isabella dorta

[filmsandbicycles]

I think you hate yourself

For who you are

And who you’re not;

I think you wish

You were everyone else

And no one — Isabella Dorta

[fixing-bad-posts]

from: the letters i will never send (isabella dorta) 

[bookworms-haven]

JOMP BPC: poetry

Like Brushing My Teeth

Two minutes…it’s just two minutes out of my day

I can sing the happy birthday song in my head three times over to distract myself

Back…and forth

And it’s so repetitive but I was always told that sometimes in life

We have to do things we don’t particularly like

Back…and forth

And I hate the taste in my mouth

Especially when it starts frothing up

Back…and forth

Am I done now?

I must be done now

It has to have been two minutes

He said it would only take two minutes

Back…and forth

He said it would be easy

And quick

And like brushing my teeth.

This is not like brushing my teeth.

I did not swallow my own tongue,

He reached between my lips

And took it from me.

I shut my mouth,

I did not want him to reach in…again,

I did not want him to take my teeth as well

Back…and forth

I thought, if I don’t move

And I just keep my mouth closed

He’ll only invade the one set of lips

Back…and forth

Afterwards, he gave my tongue back

But it never really felt like it belonged to me…again,

I did not use it

I did not tell anyone

I was too scared of losing another part of me

As if mentioning what had happened

Meant it would happen again

Back…and forth

He made it sound so normal

Like everyone did it like it would be weird if I didn’t

Back…and forth

If I mention it then I have to acknowledge it happened

It was…only two minutes

It was just like brushing my teeth

Back…and forth

- Isabella Dorta

This poem is probably my favourite piece of spoken word ever. Truly a masterpiece.

[noblesnake]

The Letters I Will Never Send by Isabella Dorta

[givengotnothing]

"You have returned me back to sender

Packaged me up in whatever I came in

but just a little less neatly

and with a whole lot more damage."

From - "Deluded" - Isabella Dorta

[iputaspellonyoux]

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favourite  colour :   Blue currently  reading :  "The letters i will never send", isabella dorta . last  song : "Life in a Northern Town" by Dream Academy last  series :  Taboo (on Netflix). last  movie :  The Wonder. sweet / spicy / savoury :  Spicy. currently  working  on :  reading around a certain topic.

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[ijustwanthimtolovemelikeilovehim]

how sunflowers bloom under moonlight by Isabella Dorta

[silverpotions]

“Be sure of me. Surer. Know that this is an absolutely terrible idea, and do it anyway. Kiss me when everyone is watching, hold on to me in public and love me loudly.. let the timing be wrong always but choose me anyway. Make it hard work, make it near impossible work, unachievable, unattainable work, and make us long to do it anyway. This will not be an easy Sunday morning kind of love. This will be a Monday evening, sink full of dishes, empty fridge, no money for takeout kind of love. A hill that you’re not really sure ever ends kind of love. A favourite jumper in the wash kind of love. An incredibly inconvenient kind of love.. but pick me anyway. Every morning, pick me again. Choose me daily without pause or breath, make bad decisions after bad decisions and eventually let it all make sense. Let enough bad decisions turn into something worthwhile. Wake up next to me in three months time, brush the sleep out of my eyes and the rattiness out of my hair and think to yourself… ‘I cannot believe I ever thought this love was a bad idea’.”

- Isabella Dorta.

[smoke-n-ashes420]

By Isabella Dorta.