Hi everyone,
Welcome to 365 Days of Poetry & Honesty <3 Yesterday was heavy, which is why I’m coming to you on a Monday evening instead & I hope that's alright ! Not much to say, like always, but I’m hoping soon the door to my mind will open and I can share what I’ve spent the week reflecting on, because I always plan to and then the day comes and crickets. And not that it's urgent but I do think context provides clarity and adds depth in a way that mystery doesn't, but I think part of that is knowing yourself and I’m wondering if I do actually know myself. & with poetry, with art, you’re pulling from inside yourself, your subjective, and I don't think anyone could ever make anything and say that's not me, or that's not a little part of me. What do you think?
Here are some songs I’ve had on replay & I hope the rest of this week is kind to you!
Monday
does this poem make sense? the implied meaning of quotations are confusing me lol but really i’m saying that sometimes i break my own heart because i already know the other person and i expect something different anyway. & really i think loving anyone, deeply, is walking into the lion’s den, because at the heart of the exposed skin & feeling, is the dark cloud that is knowing you means i know how to hurt you. And at the end of the day it all boils down to trust but that's a whole other bag of snakes
Tuesday
need you to see me // not dreaming of massacres // i like to be touched // then ignored
i’m not sure what i’m saying, well I do, but give me a week and the meaning will reveal itself
Wednesday
i’m asking you to vanquish me. i think i’m used to disappearing and it's why when i look back on previous relationships, i don't like to call it love because i was never in my body, i was elsewhere. but also i was young!
tell me a story of love // & no fire / no threat of destruction // every time i open my body // like a flower in spring // & blooming
Thursday
the mirror is distorted. the poem is a liar
Friday
love ! love ! love !
Saturday
i wish i was a tree but in this form i can only be body & desire. can only ever be a thing that wants.
Sunday
A poem by Ada Limon & a poem by Gregory Orr!
Thank you for reading this week’s newsletter. ❤️ I hope you like the poems :)
With love,
Phoenix