L. V., He’s Not The Right Person If You Have To Lie To Him Like This, Your Friends Tell You. But I'm

L. V., He’s not the right person if you have to lie to him like this, your friends tell you. But I'm not lying. But he's not the right person. But I want him to be the right person. He has to be the right person. I’m going to make him the right person. I’m tired. He’s not the right person. But why does he smile like that.

[i found this poem in my drafts, where it should have remained (pt. 5)]

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11 months ago

i love your work, fellow poet!

i do ask,

where do you draw your inspiration from the most?

Thank you! These days, it's mostly random everyday moments. Like when I was about to cross the road, a man looked at me from the other side and he had His eyes, so I turned around and took the long route to where I was going.

I'll be going through your poetry once I get some free time :)

But also, where do you get yours?

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7 months ago

November Moonlight (Detail)
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and we're left with the oddest kind of disappointment

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Konstantin Somov

L. V., I Found This Poem In The Middle Of A Script No One Will Ever Read

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7 months ago

Detail of "Child and Mask"
by Kaoru Kawano, 1955

We
grew
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the
people
who
are
never
afraid
of the
dark
even
when
we
ought
to
be.
- L. V.

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7 months ago

The only way to love a hurricane is from a distance.
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- L. V.

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SELFHOOD

Perhaps I should have been born
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I am bad at being human.
I am bad at chasing after dreams.
I am bad at staying awake.
I am bad at writing—the very thing
that I claim to bring me solace.
Perhaps I should have been
born as a firefly or a moth.

Or one of those fish with the silver
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that spends its days grazing in a
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creatures. Perhaps we’d have a
better chance of happiness then.

- L. V.

L. V., i found this poem stuck between the lines of your last text message

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William Holbrook Beard, 1863

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5 months ago

your blog is insanely underrated. everything you create is a masterpiece ! sending you all the love i’ve got <33

I WILL be taking all the love ty

Coming from one of the best people on here, this means a lot <33333

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