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  1. infinity must be shades of blue

    This imagery is spectacular. Plus this seems to flow really well; I love how there's variation in the lengths of the lines.
  2. Rest In Peace, Avicii

    Finding out about Tim Bergling/Avicii really fucked me up. His music really meant a lot to me and I've loved it since I was eleven. What happened still seems surreal to me. He was way, way too young.
  3. Liking Him

    The idea that I can't help liking him, starved for crushes, waking up from those dreams. I keep recalling I'm his back-up. The idea that I'm trying to deserve someone, harder and harder, the bittersweet loss. Liking him, I feel like a fool. Author's note: I know my crush likes me back' but it’s a strong possibility that he likes my friend better than me. She rejected him earlier this year. I know I don’t deserve to be his back-up plan, like he’s crossing people off a list and I’m second on it. But I really care about him and I think he really cares about me. TLDR, I'm sad about my crush and I'm writing melodramatic poems when I should be sleeping. Advice about the situation and critiques would really be appreciated.
  4. call it something cutesy

    I don't really know what to say, but if this is based in experience it sucks so much that you have to deal with this shit from your own mom.
  5. common name (latin name), family

    I love this? So much? Ok the words and the imagery are so evocative and there are all these little phrases that are so wonderful like and
  6. Hometown

    Farmers market, on Saturday mornings Hipsters in jean jackets and nose rings flock to the food co-op And my third-grade teacher sells donuts from a food truck The icing is sticky on the pads of my fingers Downtown liquor stores and apartments Give way to churches and cornfields I know the way home by heart We would meet on playgrounds Little kids in fleece jackets Convinced we were something magical And now those little kids are teenagers Separated by thousands of miles It's the little details that I miss The bowling alley where octogenarians eat lunch The shopping mall carousel, the old museum Saturday mornings at the farmers market, the bustle of people Author's note: So this is really unedited but the whole city poem tag and @thepensword's urban hive poem made me want to write something about my hometown. I don't live there anymore, but just thinking about it makes me really nostalgic for all the little things that I never realized I loved about it.
  7. Exquisite Corpse: April 2018

    We're whispers, sleepless nights beneath the stars.
  8. This Right Here

    Thank you!
  9. funny childhood stories

    When I was a kid I was convinced that I was a fairy and at some point my shoulder blades would develop into wings. I managed to convince my friends of this too, and they believed me. (I was about 5)
  10. This Right Here

    maybe i'm not out of the woods, but this right here is okay; somewhere, a bonfire is blazing, surrounded by people who might never understand but will try to listen. life has not hardened me like my calloused feet after a barefoot summer, caked with dirt and mosquito bites, but still there is an unbreakable something inside me. i am soft and yet i burn. Author's note: A revised version of something I wrote months ago to make up for my inactivity. As always, feedback and constructive criticism is encouraged.
  11. that time he called me his bear

    Exactly! Thanks for that comparison, because I'm having trouble putting my feelings about this poem into words. I guess it's that the sense of emotion from the poem is so complicated and rich yet specific emotions aren't explicitly defined in the poem? Idk how to describe it but it's so beautiful?! Not to derail the conversation but I also really love the Mountain Goats and I was really happy to find another person on the interwebs who liked them too.
  12. Demolished Light House

    Now that the people realize that they have forgotten Now that it’s too late for repairs Now that you and I stare at the crumbling bricks Whispering for no reason Now we realize that the old lighthouse we always took for granted is gone The old lighthouse that we dared each other to stay the night in You lasted an hour before something creaked and you ran shrieking home Now that the trees are gnarled like skeleton hands There are moments when I realize that we’ve wasted so much time in the pauses when neither of us could think of what to say Author's Note: This poem is inspired by the painting "Demolished Light House" by Julian E. Levi. Feedback and constructive criticism are appreciated and encouraged.
  13. gutters

    The way you used language in this poem is really beautiful. The metaphors are neither too obvious or too hard to figure out and I think the details make the poem even stronger. The last line is so powerful.
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