#poetry school

[unreconstructedfangirl]

Well, this week on the poetry class strugglebus, I reread Jane Eyre (which was much more brilliant than I remembered and in an entirely different way than I remembered) and then I wrote a poem I'm not so sure about, but...ok. It's due today, so it's been submitted.

This is how it happens every time: I read the assignment. I think...cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool (obviously in the voice of Det. Jake Peralta).

Then, every single time the two voices inside my head have this argument:

voice 1: How TF are you going to write THAT? voice 2: Oh, come on. You'll manage. It's an impossible hurdle 'til it isn't! Remember, creative work arises out of process! voice 1: STFU plz, because I hate you.

Then, on like, a MONDAY, I decide I need to read Jane Eyre by WEDNESDAY. I fucking do it. I write 10 to 20 pages of notes that are decidedly NOT poems, and then in desperation, at the 11th hour, I ask myself if we are writing this fucking poem, or what?!

Then I write something 10 lines long or so, think I kind of hate it, and turn it in, and hope no one else in the class is thinking "WHO LET THIS DUMBASS INTO POETRY SCHOOL?"

Aye me.

[thedeadpoets-blog]

late night studying in october 🍂☕️🎃📚

[luciferslilith7]

Hey! (with the intention of taking you on a library date)

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@luciferslilith7

[dumblr]

“Give me fresh flowers and an old love.”

— Kavya Dixit

[joytri]

everything starts with a dream

[petiteappetite]

rediscovery of self

[missworrld]

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

a self-esteem guidebook: learning to embrace your imperfect self (1992) - kenneth a. beavers

"exploding you with my mind"

[icarus-daedaluss]

Pov : U joined Slytherin 📗🐍💚

[inky-sun]

[thedeadpoets-blog]

oh september, how you have my heart.

[vintage-tigre]

[luciferslilith7]

Oh! To be loved by a poet...

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@luciferslilith7

[inkprilled]

Just before covid hit my brother and I at 15 and 19 found our selfs homeless. I had a choice, my brother would go into care or we could stay together, but only if I took responsibility for him and had somewhere to live. So I applyed for social housing, the guy that processed my case was sympathetic and at some points I was holding it together better than him, do you have any other family? No, Do you know where your mother is? I wish I did, how old is your brother? 15 are you in any fulltime education? Not anymore. He looked at me like I was something tragic and I suppose I was, there isn't a metaphor for what I looked like that works any better than just what his naked eyes saw; a girl abandoned by her mother, her life in a bag on her back completely thrown on how to deal with everything, and all he could do was fill out a form and send it and me off. it's going to be okay.

Somehow despite the odds we where given emergency accommodation and a year later a property to rent, I suspect we where pushed up the list because of my brothers age, we where lucky, some people wait years in hotels or streets all over the country, living out of suitcases and rucksacks.

As lucky as we where, luck didn't cover all the things I suddenly had to know. I had no idea how bills worked or paying my taxes, I didn't even really understand what "taxes" meant until the final notices where piling up in front of us. It's something they don't teach you in school or at least mine didn't. They never taught us how to survive in a world like this, they assume our parents would be there to explain or we'd be much older before it mattered. what's more useful in real life, how to formally address someone in an email or how to keep the lights on or how to find food when a tin of beans is too expensive.

Though I suppose the email ettique lesson was useful for something in the end,

To whomever it may concern, I'm writing to you regarding my payment plans and how I'm choosing to fork over alot of money and won't be buying enough food to live off this month. My regards.

[fixing-bad-posts]

guys want me. basically every single one agrees <3

[frosted-woods]

autumn time to be gay and totally fine and not miserable at all