I'm Not Good At Poetry: (but I wrote this anyway)
I'm Not Good at Poetry
(but I wrote this anyway) This isn't the kind of poetry that wins awards or gets dissected in college classrooms. It's messy. It rambles. It spirals. It mourns. It laughs mid-breakdown. It talks about generational trauma, loneliness, depression, grief, the political state of the world, and why Romeo probably didn't love Juliet all that much. These pages hold the thoughts I wasn't sure anyone else would understand. Written between late nights and long silences, this is a love letter to the average person-the almost muse, the fangirl, the person who will never save the world but still somehow makes it more bearable just by being in it. If you've ever felt like too much or not enough, like the world is falling apart and also weirdly beautiful, then maybe-just maybe-this is for you.
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(but I wrote this anyway) This isn't the kind of poetry that wins awards or gets dissected in college classrooms. It's messy. It rambles. It spirals. It mourns. It laughs mid-breakdown. It talks about generational trauma, loneliness, depression, grief, the political state of the world, and why Romeo probably didn't love Juliet all that much. These pages hold the thoughts I wasn't sure anyone else would understand. Written between late nights and long silences, this is a love letter to the average person-the almost muse, the fangirl, the person who will never save the world but still somehow makes it more bearable just by being in it. If you've ever felt like too much or not enough, like the world is falling apart and also weirdly beautiful, then maybe-just maybe-this is for you.
I'm Not Good At Poetry: (but I wrote this anyway)
I'm Not Good at Poetry
(but I wrote this anyway) This isn't the kind of poetry that wins awards or gets dissected in college classrooms. It's messy. It rambles. It spirals. It mourns. It laughs mid-breakdown. It talks about generational trauma, loneliness, depression, grief, the political state of the world, and why Romeo probably didn't love Juliet all that much. These pages hold the thoughts I wasn't sure anyone else would understand. Written between late nights and long silences, this is a love letter to the average person-the almost muse, the fangirl, the person who will never save the world but still somehow makes it more bearable just by being in it. If you've ever felt like too much or not enough, like the world is falling apart and also weirdly beautiful, then maybe-just maybe-this is for you.
(but I wrote this anyway) This isn't the kind of poetry that wins awards or gets dissected in college classrooms. It's messy. It rambles. It spirals. It mourns. It laughs mid-breakdown. It talks about generational trauma, loneliness, depression, grief, the political state of the world, and why Romeo probably didn't love Juliet all that much. These pages hold the thoughts I wasn't sure anyone else would understand. Written between late nights and long silences, this is a love letter to the average person-the almost muse, the fangirl, the person who will never save the world but still somehow makes it more bearable just by being in it. If you've ever felt like too much or not enough, like the world is falling apart and also weirdly beautiful, then maybe-just maybe-this is for you.
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Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9798317672584 |
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| Publisher: | Barnes & Noble Press |
| Publication date: | 05/15/2025 |
| Pages: | 94 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.19(d) |
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