Sylviaplath Stories

The best of my poetry. Find your verses and give them a place in your heart as a cozy home in Volume 1.

memories of grief, for the losses still hurt.

come and take a walk on the wild side let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain you like your girls insane the girls that get it, get it.

Freya finds herself amongst a mysterious group of liberal arts college students. When Freya's roommate is found dead, the group's well-hid secrets start coming to light.

The novel is owned by the author - Sylvia Plath. The summary of course I took from Google. The Bell Jar details the life of Esther Greenwood, a college student who dre...

Part 2 of the Sylvia Plath Poetry.

A collection of poems and prose following the punishment of memory, girlhood, and love. PUBLISHED FRIDAY, APRIL 12th, 2024

Eredeti kérés: Old, but gold bipoláris Boka/Feri vagy bipoláris Feri/Boka Páros: bipoláris!Feri/Boka Még valami: A megjelenő versbetét Sylvia Plath: Lady Lazarus c. ver...

// format was inspired by milk and honey sad things w/ a sexuality crisis, what more could you want?

The Bell Jar chronicles the crack-up of Esther Greenwood: brilliant, beautiful, enormously talented, and successful, but slowly going under-maybe for the last time. Syl...

In which a happy Sylvia Plath and a disgruntled Oscar Wilde meet over coffee to discuss boys, legal studies terms and the perils of being a writer in a logical world. [N...

"Meet me for a cocktail, let's talk about Plath." And so begins the cat and mouse game between Jared, the atypical bad boy, and Dalia, the woman he has set h...

notes app poetry

just a collection of some poems i really like. none of these are mine, credits to the respective authors

im slightly tired by it all. • • • • • • *cover art is not mine*

a poem for the suffering, i want you to indulge in the habits of a strangers poetic words, insighting you into their deep thoughts of mental health.

This is a poem is wrote about the beauty of catching feeling and falling in love with someone for the first time as a young person

my silly little poems from the depths of my brain

She never knew me, nor I her, yet I feel that we understood each other.

Creativeness is almost always Dancing on broken glass From illusions, dreams and something else. It's like the water That fills your lungs While you're sinking to the bo...