19, British, amateur poet (writer/blogger/spoken word). At uni studying Spanish and beginner's Italian. Status: sporadically active but will respond to messages aqap. Twitter and Pinterest: jasminpriya23
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This piece is titled ‘The Abandoned’ and can be purchased on aliveinsideink‘s etsy shop along with many other of his wonderful pieces.
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i’m lonely and
i don’t know how to make
it sound like poetry
anymore.
it’s just that i used to fall into friendships.
it’s just that most days i want to fall into
my bed or
my grave
and these bones are too
fragile for show and tell
and i’m like muesli with worse mental health and i don’t want anyone to look at me except that i want everyone to look at me and i don’t know what to say i don’t know what to say i don’t know what to say to anyone anyway and last year my best friend
moved 413.4
miles away.
This is my Instagram! I logged on to tumblr and I had a couple of messages from lovely people, so I thought I should let you know that I’ve kinda abandoned Tumblr in favour of IG, sorry, but if you want to contact me or chat to me about poetry-related things this would be the best way, as it’s the only social media I’m publicly and regularly active on :)
I still write poetry but have stop posting it on Tumblr as it becomes public domain content and I cannot publish it. I will check Tumblr every now and then but I’m on Instagram every day and I get notifications on my phone so it’s the best way to reach me! Poetry love xx
Me @ WoC poetry night looking angry and disgusted af 👌🏾 #womenofcolour #empowered #poetry #spokenword #sopoetic #strongindependentwoman (at University of Exeter)
Everybody’s partying and having fun and living life whilst I’m stuck in bed because the flu is making my bones feel weird and making me feel like I’m slowly dying #floral #flowerphotography #unrelatedcaption #pink #nature #naturelove #primavera #hellafiltered
One of my New Year’s Resolutions is to start a book club with myself! I didn’t read enough last year, and I realised that my only regret if I died tomorrow would be just that. First two books just arrived in the post. Book no.1: Reasons to Stay Alive by Matt Haig. I’ve read the first chapter and in addition this is probably the most well-recommended book I know. #reasonstostayalive #matthaig #bookclub #newyearsresolution #bookstagram #nonfiction #literature
NYE is definitely the time to #treatyourself because tomorrow you’re gonna have to start on those resolutions to lose all that Christmas weight (i.e. eat tons of snacks and drink loads of booze - vodka shots burn your throat AND calories right?) 🎉🍾🍻✨ #treatyoself #motivation #inspiration #haveagoodday #letspartay #happynewyearseve
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
