Izan Almira

Izan Almira Apr 12

There is this thing about spiraling;
isn't it beautiful in a way?
I am like a ballerina;
turning and twisting against the same spot;
turning it into poetry.

Dude, the imaginary, I love this one. To be honest, I don't really know if it's okay to hype up your own art, but **** I'm proud: I love this piece.

#spiraling #creativeprocess #dancing

Izan Almira Apr 12

Maybe ‘metaphor’ is a metaphor in this poem

I sometimes wonder if I could make a poem out of all the metaphors
that have been scrapped because of what surrounded them.
If I could make a clique,
where they’d join strong
and leave their pasts.
Create a new country of love,
for all the unique metaphors
that died because they didn’t know better.

“I want to scream but forgot how to talk”

“The fear I felt drained in my blood
and I now have it tattooed in my tears”

“Opportunities that slip off your fingers
like fish in the depths of a lake”

“my fears were dissolved
into tears”

…

Most of the quotes come from an old poem I wrote once I didn't really like overall, but had some quite strong metaphors I loved individually. I was thinking about them and it developed into this poem. While I was writting it, the idea of people who died victim to the society they were in popped up, and I decided to explore it too. I'm quite happy with how it turned out <3

#creativeprocess #metaphor #quotes #society

Izan Almira Apr 12

“Campell’s soup- Andy Warhol”

Don’t you ever
eat
out of tradition?
Like,
you are not hungry;
but not loaded either.
Your stomach is just
as numb as your heart.

But you still eat,
because food tastes good;
because they sat you down;
because you ought to;
because you’re used to the feeling.

Even when there is no joy
to the taste;
you eat.

Eat,
eat,
eat.

You did it so often
the action
must have lost all its meaning.

Semantic satiation.

I came back ! (didn't really go missing for too long but really my life has been turned upside down)

I have some good poems I'm going to post, hope you like them! It's a shame most of the stuff I've written lately is in Spanish, I'd love to show it off but uhm. Yeah.

#eat #food #numb #empty

Apr 3

Xio

Silent Cries, Spoken Pain

Crying is a way your eyes speak when your mouth can't explain how broken your heart is.

Izan Almira Apr 3

All the Bright Places (read description before reading)

Will I be your Finch?
Will you be my Violet?
Can we wander together?

Am I the one over the ledge?
Or is it you?
Dying in silence.

‘I wanna die’ I said.
‘Take me with you’ you replied.

You thought I was joking,
I knew you weren’t.

You are all I have
All I have to leave behind.

All I need. All we need.

But we still have so many places to go.
All the bright places we left behind
All the memories we haven’t yet formed.

I don't think I wanna go anymore.
Because I’d hate to see you follow me along.

I wrote it thinking about the book All the Bright Places, so (mainly the start) won't make sence unless you know its plot.
(Two depressed teenagers, Finch is suicidal, Violet is depressed. They wander together. Sad ending. Very poetic writting style)

#allthebrightplaces #friendship