reading you my poetry + explaining my poems ‧₊˚☁️🌸 (original poems about love, sadness & girlhood)
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- čas přidán 13. 07. 2024
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not me exposing my love life in that last poem -
hi writerly loves! ‧₊˚ today i decided to read you some of my recent poems i have written. if you didn't know, i love to write poems and i publish them on my instagram! (_ananeu). i adore (and am sooo grateful ahh!) for my followers who comment their love for my prose in my many insta poetry posts. i really want to incorporate more poetry related content on my channel. so here we are! its me tumbling over my words trying to describe what these poems mean while also exposing my (lack of?) romance life lol. comment ur fav poem and maybe a line you like. and ofc feel free to share some of your own poems in the comment section below ☁️🌸
if you liked this video and want to hear about my poetry process watch this video of mine: • how to write poetry fo...
about my PUBLICATION: i will be publishing with Sad Girls Diaries! (www.sadgirlsclublit.com/ ). the works include a poem titled "A Big Word for a Woman" which will be published on August 14th, along with a short story titled "She" on August 16th. stay tuned for more updates on my Insta 💗💭
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♡ faq
what's my age? 19
what's my ethnicity? quarter chinese, quarter german and quarter british
where do i live? in australia
what do i study? i'm in (second year) law-school
my fav book? piranesi by clarke + strange the dreamer by taylor
my writing software: google docs, campfire
my desktop computer: Delle Inspiron 24 All-in-One Desktop
what keyboard do i have? razer huntsman mini 60% mercury edition (red switch)
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girl november was so good omg??? i absolutely adore the section after "like a teenage pregnancy" w all those similes. And the line abt clean laundry!!! yh i feel that. "like a normal human being, I am a normal human being". Ana ur insane for that. love it, very boygenius of u (i can't explain that but it's tru just trust me)
did bestie just compare my poetry to BOYGENIUS? im CRYINGGG🥹thank u
@@ananeui agree 100% this poem has SERIOUS boygenius vibes and i am SO here for it
My old songwriting sounds like poetry yet I've never schemed up a poem 😭😭
My favourite lines from the poems. ( Don't mind me exposing myself )
1. ''Stop screaming, but you're dying''
2. ''Because adults are nothing but flesh''
3. ''were you starving like me?''
4. ''But you didn't spell my name quite right''
5. ''But I am used to beautiful upsets''
6. This waiting could have killed me''
aww bestie this comment means the world. evy your writing too awes me💗thank u for being so kind xx
I love the “Stop screaming but your dying”
~ describing rain... as a form of love- ana it's... beautiful, you're poetries, narratives, & you, yourself, beautiful ~
aww bestie ur too kind 🥹
haha the dramaticness of writers was spot on! It's like one small second of emotion could happen and suddenly I'm writing 25 stanzas on it!
Seriously thought- your poetry is amazing!!! I'd listen to an hour long podcast of your sweet voice reading your beautiful words that have so much strength in them! "November" was the best one ngl (especially cuz like I love november itself and girlhood deserves more!)
2 posts in 1 day?! Thank you so much Ana ❤
Ana, your poems were so beautiful I keep coming back to thie video, becauwe it inspires and gets me to write my own poetry. This deserves to be in a poetry collection ❤
Your becoming one of my favorite poets 🫶
ahhh so excited for this!🤍
All your poems are beautiful! I especially loved November. Also I will look forward to reading your published short story 😄
Yayy! Second video in one day!! I'm so happyy! Love you so muuuch ana!! ❤
22 times is genuinely the prettiest thing I've heard.
bestie thank uuu🥹🥹
Ahhhh Ana you're so good at poetry and have meaning behind words!! I love all of these I don't think I could pick one that's my favourite because they all are
Wow, love this video! Super original 🤍🤍
Would really want a second part 🤭
2 posts in one day? Tysm Ana 🫶🏾 also i love me some poetry
I read almost all of them from ur insts but oof girlie why is your today look so fantasy. Lookin like the protagonist in my fantasy novel❤ also ur smile is so cute.
Hi, ana! I recently found your channel and i'm so glad i did because you are so soft spoken and entertaining.
Your poems are amazing!!!
I just finally getting back into my poetry and songwriting after I threw away my notebook and gave up writing and also around that time I was not being included in my drama classes and bullying and my depression
I love 22 times to that is so good!!!!
a poet is a slave to her mind
her thoughts hold her hostage
her words a timeless scream
no one listens
so she writes it down instead
heres a poem i wrote. i know its not amazing but poetry is my favorite thing ever and i try :) i literally aspire to be like you
i love it!! continue to write more!! :DD
thank you so much
love ur poetry vids ❤❤
Liked hearing your poems, thanks for sharing.
Love your poetrys 😍
You always are, but you're very pretty in this video! Your poetry is beautiful, and it's made even better when read in your voice.
This video made me want to share my poems so much
6th!! Love you Ana! Thank you so much!
I had a go at increasing the repetition in a poem and holding back the alliteration a bit, but kept a simple rhyme scheme, in a poem I wrote today. I never really tried seeing if repetition can ramp up the intensity or emotion before watching your videos.
I also experimented writing the last line of stanza 3 as a list poem and finishing it that way, something I've not tried to do before. I think the repetition helps that work how I wanted it to.
The narrated video using music to accentuate the highs and lows felt perfect. It's in my "Narrations" playlist and is called "Bubbles."
Bubbles
Life is like a stream of bubbles
that float upon a changing breeze
their every dance a constant struggle
they soar aloft among the trees
We study them, their whorls a whirlpool
with figures that dance, and kiss, and fight
the dying sun projects a carnival
the bubbles are taken by the night
But while they were here we were as voyeurs
as they danced and they kissed and they fought
all the while we were spectators
and they danced
and they kissed
and they fought
and were gone
and we're gone
but we knew them
we knew them
First???? ON MY WAY TO WATCH THIS AMAZING VIDEO
oh my the poems were great
thank uuu bestie uhhh🥹🤍
Heeyyyy, I posted my story lines but sadly you were unable to see it can you do one more.... ❤❤
Hey, Ana can you please help me with my book? I am writing a fantasy book where a girl is tired of her life and she just decides to walk in the forest one day, where she meets a saint, and she asks him for a solution to her life... the saint says nothing, but after she requests and begs, the saint offers her a sip of cold water in a river that is just a mile away, and he warns her that this will make her immortal, and when she reaches to the river, she sees a quite sparrow, that somehow magically speaks to her, and says that she's been living here for thousands of years because she drank that water... everyone dear to her has left her, but Matilda still drinks the water and then she is immortal, then she faces problems, she misses her dear ones and much more, should I write it in first person POV or third person POV? Is it a good plot? How should I explain my story? pls tell I need ur help!
hi! would you mind if I asked you a few questions about your plot? I'm not Ana but I like to help where I can lol
sure! you can ask me any questions!@@krenko-
I have been waiting for ur questions I hope you'll ask them I need some guidance to start my book!
Part of my story. What do you think?
I did not expect them to let me see my wife. But when I woke that morning, I could feel her warm breath on my cheek. It provided little help to the stone cold walls of the prison. They were sleet gray, with Fae made torches casting long shadows. Still, iron bars did nothing to block out the freezing mountain cold. I liked to think the mountain breathed with me. Each gust of wind rolling through the corridors of the prison was the land shuddering.
My nose was red from the cold, a stark contrast from my milky white skin. I expected to wake freezing, my teeth already chattering. But it was different that morning. My wife, Fala Ererel was leaning against my shoulder, her small and warm body shivering. Her skin was ivory pale, and her cheeks flushed red. Her eyes were pools of sky blue, as were mine. Fala’s hair was a mess of dark brown tangles that fell around her waist. Mine was darker but quite a lot shorter. It fell of my eyes, and it was still messy from the last few days.
Fala’s wings were thin and pointed, gray with lines of sparkling silver.
Her ears were pointed, and she wore few loops of smelted silver in her earlobes. Fala’s brother, Aylin, made them for her. On her finger, there was one ring. A band of stone, carved by my hands, and taken directly from the mountain. Her wedding ring. Mine was made of wood, and painted with a flower. She made it for me.
Fala shivered, snuggling closer to me. I blinked, and yawned. Then I noticed her. I smiled, and ran my fingers through her hair. I kissed her forehead, whispering, “good morning darling.” She stirred quickly, rubbing her eyes and looking confused. It took her a minute to remember where she was. She yawned, leaning against my chest.
“Not now.” She muttered, “I’m exhausted.”
I laughed, before whispering, “why are you here? How did they let you in?” She laughed, but didn’t say anything for a moment. Her answer was a grumble and she closed her eyes after she said it. I finally annoyed an answer out of her.
“The story would bore you.” She said, stretching.
“Nothing bores me if you say it.” I reach out to kiss her and she pulls away, smiling in an almost ‘I’m to tired for this’ and an ‘I love you’ sort of way.
“I knew there was a reason I married you Ares. You’re clever with your words.”
“I thought it was because of my looks?”
“That too.”
“I’m not the only one whose clever with my words. You skipped around my original question? How did they let you in? More importantly, does your brother know? Do my parents know?” She suddenly fell silent, whispering the next sentence.
“Aylin knows. But your mother would weep, and your father would yell.” I play with a lock of her hair.
“That’s comical sweetheart. My father wouldn’t yell at you. He-” she didn’t let me finish.
“I heard him yell at you. Your mother cried when she heard it, and we could all hear her wails last night. She’s scared for you. She misses you.”
“Baby,” I began again, “my father will only yell at me because I’m an Oathbreaker. He doesn’t want you here, Fala. He‘ll hurt me if he knows I let you in.” She scooted closer to me, touching my cheek.
“But admit it, you’re glad I’m here.”
I laughed, “I can’t say you’re wrong.” I kissed her, and Fala’s eyes twinkled mischievously.
“Baby!” She grabbed my wrist, her fingers tracing other my palm. In the end, she giggled and kissed me back. Her breath smelled like honey and her words sounded silk. The moment was perfect, and as I closed my eyes, I dearly wished we were at home. She leaned forward, wrapping one arm around my neck and dropping my wrist. She kissed me again, and then pulled back slightly, before speaking.
“Are you really leaving me?” She asked in a whisper. Her voice was quieter now, and she met my eyes as she said it.
“Yes.” I murmured in answer. I can’t bear to look at her again so I stare at the ground.
“Why?” Her voice was quieter now. “I love you Ares.”
I push a lock of hair behind her ear. “I know darling. And I love you as well. But I had to do it.”
Fala is mad now. Her cheeks flush red, and she blinks away angry tears. “I don’t want you to be an Oathbreaker, I want you to be my husband. You’re eighteen. You didn’t need this. You should be at home, running through forests with me, and falling asleep under the stars.”
Great. Now I want to cry as well. I take Fala’s hands, they seem small and delicate in my calloused, scarred, palms. “I thought you wanted this. I did this for you. I would die for you. You must know that, correct?”
“Of course I know that. But we’ll never see each other again. I don’t want you in Exile.” Tears run down her cheeks. She tries to brush them away quickly, but I still see.
Fala, my little crow, doesn’t have her spark. Instead, she seems defeated. She stares at my hands, focusing on the scars on my knuckles. “Stay. Please stay.”
“I want to, but I can’t.”
She starts sobbing. I hug her, her cries muffled as she leans against my shirt. “Please Ares. Please.”
“I’m sorry. But it’s already been done.”
Her answers are stutters. Stutters of something she wants to say but can’t. She instead falls quiet, and let’s me play with her hair. I whisper a lullaby to her, our lullaby.
(Hey, I hate writing lullaby’s but I want to write this so, future me, enjoy the hell I left you. Have fun :)
I croon the words, letting the notes waver slowly around the silent room. My voice is rusty and my words fade as I sing the last verse. Fala has fallen asleep when I’m done. I comb my fingers through her tangles, braiding it slowly. I don’t want this moment to end, because when it does, my world will have crumbled.
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