poems – vienna noreen;

2018-08-15

Poetry | Litost

Suddenly, her existence is no longer trapped in a labyrinth or sucked by black holes.

It just remains an endless pit of disappointment towards herself.

2018-08-092018-08-09

Book Review | Out of the Ruins

Maybe the home we are looking for is the home we can find in ourselves and not somewhere else

2018-07-182018-07-24

Poetry | Empath

I don’t know when it started

2018-06-152018-07-29

Poetry | Gunshot

I remember my hands shaking but only for a second then, I— I pulled the trigger

2018-03-082018-07-29

Poetry | When Things Collide

How souls collide
in a stellar collision
and we’re finally home

2018-03-072018-07-29

Poetry | Narcissus and the Lake

Are we just a reflection of something else that’s why we don’t really see ourselves?

2018-03-062018-07-29

Poetry | If Falling Stars are Fallen Souls

can I leave
traces on the map
and stitch myself up?

2018-03-042018-07-29

Maybe This Is What It Means To Bleed Words

Why can’t I write happy poems? I’ve realized that we want to get rid of sadness, so we write it down. It will be immortalized in words, sure, but it’s a release nonetheless. On the other hand, we want to conceal happiness—inside us. Until we are filled with it. Maybe that’s why Lang Leav said that “all sad people write”.