LITANY IN WHICH CERTAIN THINGS ARE CROSSED OUT, R SIKEN. WHEN THE LAMP IS SHATTERED, P SHELLEY. Love in these two poems is shown to be a complex and layered abstract; both Siken and Shelley use imagery to explore the difficulties of love. They both use figurative and descriptive language to craft deeply expressive poems. […]
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the worst thing about loss isn’t actually that someone is gone but in that they’re no longer there. You think, immediately after someone dies, the pain can’t get any worse. But. It’s when you turn around and talk to someone and you realise they’re no longer there that it hits you, that there’s no thing […]
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Love, hi. It’s nice to see you again. Won’t you come in? I’ve just put the kettle on. That’s alright, just one cuppa. Oh! No, okay, it’s alright, really – I know you didn’t mean to break it – Oh, you’ve got to go? Ok. Hiya Love! Oh, sorry, I’m busy at the mo […]
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Space is claustrophobic Which is strange to hear That something quite so infinite Causes such unholy fear The feeling you’re alone in space That nothing, no one, is near The mariner, my ship, my love, While beautiful, it’s true, Is getting to old for space travel I need to start anew But I feel I […]
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I forget that I’m not part of you any more. I remember when I see the girl you replaced me with. She is me, but vivacious, loud, vibrant; she is the me without her insecurities on her sleeve, a me who knows better than to share all of herself with just you. Your shoulders, like […]
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All of him should belong to me; And yet I have no claim on his body Or his heart. Whispers on his skin I imagine they taste of salted caramel And liquorice; His hair smells of freshly ripened apples Just ready to fall from the tree And his lips seem stained with cherry blood. His […]
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