Pretty Poetry #6

Time for some nice words again. I have found myself feeling this way quite often and it was worth a share.

“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.”

– Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran

Do you ever get this feeling?


Pretty Poetry #5

You know which films had great soundtracks? The Twilight Saga. Outstanding song choices every time. Say what you want about the story, but this is an area where they did a really great job. For Pretty Poetry #5, I have chosen song lyrics that were featured on the Breaking Dawn Part 1 soundtrack. I saw a SKAM post on Tumblr with these lyrics, I had no idea they were featured on Breaking Dawn’s soundtrack, but I’m somehow not surprised. The artist is Sleeping at Last and the song is called Turning Page. Give it a listen and pay attention to the lyrics, they’re pretty great.

I’ve waited a hundred years
But I’d wait a million more for you
Nothing prepared me for
What the privilege of being yours would do

If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
If I had only seen how you smile when you blush
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough
Well I would have known
What I was living for all along
What I’ve been living for

Your love is my turning page
Where only the sweetest words remain
Every kiss is a cursive line
Every touch is a redefining phrase

I surrender who I’ve been for who you are
For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
Well I would have known
What I’ve been living for all along
What I’ve been living for

Though we’re tethered to the story we must tell
When I saw you, well I knew we’d tell it well
With a whisper, we will tame the vicious seas
Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees

What do you think?

Pretty Poetry #3


If you lend me your heart
I vow not to break it
I’ll keep it safe within mine
so no one can take it

and if ever you are lost
with nowhere to roam
reach for my hand
and I’ll guide you home

– Shelby Leigh

This is by Shelby Leigh, featured in her collection “It Starts Like This.” I think it is such a lovely read, making me feel comforted and at ease. I found this through her Tumblr and I’ve had it among my likes for a long time, but I felt it needed more sharing.

Pretty Poetry #2



I found this on Tumblr a few years ago and it really stuck with me. I’ve had this on a note on my wall for ages and it’s a post-it note my Mac’s desktop as well. There is something ineffably beautiful about it. It makes me feel grand and small, significant and insignificant at the same time. I searched for a long time to find the writer, I even posted a question about it on Quora, but no one seemed to be able to tell me who wrote it.

Eventually, I contacted the person who posted it on Tumblr to ask if they knew where it was from. It turned out she was the one who wrote it! I was ecstatic to get in touch with her and finally express my admiration. Usually, I like the anonymity, not knowing who created something. Whenever I find new music, I avoid pictures of the singers, because if I know what they look like it takes away some of the magic. You paint an image in your head and knowing the backstory devalues your picture sometimes. This was an exception. I needed to know where this was from. This is the most magical poem I have ever read, and every time I read it, it’s like reading it for the first time.

Pretty Poetry #1

There are so many pieces of poetry out there I really love. I’ve decided to start a series where I post some of my favourite poetry monthly, starting with this poem by Jakub Beralski. This poem is incredibly beautiful to me and I have read it countless times. Please peruse as you please:

My hourglass used to be filled with sand,
but then there was a leak,
and slowly, surely, my time ran out.

I filled my hourglass with water,
but then the time flowed by in the blink of an eye.

I filled it with concrete:
at first I liked having time at a standstill,
but that got old pretty quick.

I once left it empty,
but air flows even faster than water.

I filled it with dirt:
sometimes time would flow,
but sometimes it got stuck and I’d have to shake it loose.

I’ve put many things in my hourglass,
but I can’t seem to get time to flow just right.

– Jakub Beralski