isabelle ☆彡

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Her name sounds like a sigh of relief, so of which, I have none
          Caught cruelly in indiscretion, my fickle flaws laid in the sun 
          Red, golden tears for years, a yearning so profound
          My dear, my dear, it is, I fear, this loneliness newfound. 
          
          So, whisper please, through the trees, in ripples of wind on water 
          Your freedom carries my immobile heart, a drought I brought her
          For as long as fire and air are combustible, we are not compatible
          Our planet of breeze and heat, like Mars, is eternally inhabitable.
          
          Like sorrow and scorn, mercurial desires are fated to retrograde
          As your melody dims to an echo, and my blaze begins to fade
          Your song returns a scream, shouted over a great ravine
          That holds an absence where memories, bold like ashes, gleam.
          
          But, what is the color of rust when our lips eclipse?
          In darkness, a fossilizing amber burning round your hips
          For I'm the winged fleece you fiercely seek in fever dreams
          A wild dragon's breath on your frozen cheek, it seems.
          
          Though when the pure mourning rays return
          I'll find our eros engraved upon a Grecian urn.

Hey! Thank you for your feedback on ‘Reflections’. I’ll be taking your feedback into account where it is necessary in future edits. :)

I wrote this poem about the concept behind Dear Camilla. It’s called Refractions & Other Forms of Light…
          
          Take a walk through my memory’s museum
          Witness the nature of every plant in my garden
          Hear the highs and lows of my ballad 
          A history of hurt and heartache
          Written by a lover of love and life
          Painted with vibrant colors and dark contrasts
          For to live is to tumble through thorns
          And read into the shapes of the scratches
          Like mythical constellations
          Like cavemen drawing with blood
          So, study me, my inflections and imperfections
          A menagerie of mes I’ve tamed for you
          If you exist, truly, or are just a cloud taking the shape
          Of a God I hoped would forgive me
          If he listened to the devil's advocate excuse
          A pitiful sinner praying for you to understand
          Lend me a hand, for mine are pressed together
          Like lips that know highs can’t happen without lows,
          Or love and life without hurt and heartache
          Resolution without death
          Found in remnants, recollections of the past life
          Of yesterday
          Splayed naked in my museum, my garden, my ballad.
          
          
          

Though I haven’t been writing, I did update Dear Camilla’s cover!! I think it looks kinda cute ✨

HEY ALL sorry i havent updated dear camilla in like a week. ive honestly been in a depression pit and havent left my room in like a month so... finally coming out of it (sorta kinda maybe) so hopefully i can do things i like (such as working on dear camilla) again soon. wish me luck finishing a months work of late russian language hand outs lmao.

My chapbook, Tidal Stains, is available from Bottlecap Press! https://bottlecap.press/products/tidal
          
          "Emotions, like tides, come and go. The ocean, like the subconscious, is full of unknowns. Driftwood, dead fish, and rocks stain the shore like poems in a notebook— remnants of a turbulent sea of consciousness. Poems are tidal stains, which Isabelle employs to reckon with her adolescence, femininity, and existence. 'Larcenous crimes of opportunity presented with youthful indignation: myself in hyperbole,' she describes."
          
          Growing up, I felt like I didn't have a voice. I didn't know myself well enough to speak with depth or authority. I wasn't comfortable taking up the time or space needed to express myself. But, I still had the basic human desire to be understood, heard, and, ultimately, loved. To satisfy that yearning, I wrote poetry. Presently, just months away from my twentieth birthday, I've found my voice. I know who I am. Tidal Stains includes poetry I wrote throughout my childhood. Publishing with Bottle Cap Press is extremely special to me because it gives younger Isabelle the voice she felt she didn't have.
          
          Every day, I feel thoroughly inspired by the many creative, thoughtful people in my life— both in the online poetry community and the individuals I am blessed to call friends. I look forward to learning and growing as a writer. Thanks to Craig for making this possible!! <3

SCREAMING. I JUST PUBLISHED MY FIRST POETRY CHAPBOOK!!!! CHECK IT OUT--> https://bottlecap.press/products/tidal

Last night I couldn’t sleep and I figured out how I want Dear Camilla to end! Now it’s only a matter of actually telling the story… I’m really excited to share it with you eventually ;)

Heyyyyy my comment on your last part got report for some odd reason so here’s what it said
          
          I loved this so much. It was like a mosaic tapestry woven
          out of words.
          I was beginning to wonder if Camilla was real or she was
          imagined by Maxine, but now I'm curious about
          something else. I wonder if Camila is the one who dies.
          At first I thought the murder was a random person. But
          Maxine doesn't mention them as a person. She says she
          could never kill anyone, rather than she could never kill
          them.
          Also the fact that she doesn't seem to be waiting for a
          response is strange.
          I find this an interesting concept even if I am not correct.
          It's something that makes the reader wonder and is
          great on your part.
          Much love <3 and can't wait to see what you do next