ronikorpela

will I ever lie in arms like yours
          	will I ever cry in arms like yours

yalalolaaa

How's life? Been a while since I last talked to you. I HATE THAT THE DM FEATURE WENT OFF.

yalalolaaa

@ronikorpela I know right, I loved the dm features-
            they went off.
            And it's so good to hear you're doing better. 
            Very excited to read more of your poems. 
            
            I just got into 11th, and it's been a drastic change and I honestly hate it. And I've never missed the old times so much.
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ronikorpela

@yalalolaaa hi! yeah, the site doesn't seem to be having its best times lol. I am doing better with each day. I haven't done much writing lately for various reasons, but I can't wait to inspire myself anew.
            
            How's it going for you?
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ronikorpela

this has been my least productive year in terms of writing since my beginnings of writing poetry, largely because I'm essentially in a process of switching styles & going through a lot of changes in my life
          
          but hey, it's gonna be worth it in the end
          
          by the way, I've finally chosen my new name - I'm Evelyn! ️‍⚧️

yalalolaaa

Hey! Just wanted to check in, how are you? It's been a while since you've showered us with some good poetry of yours. 
          I love it when you post.
          Hope you're doing well.

ronikorpela

@yalalolaaa Thank you for the kind words. I posted two more poems, and after that, there's honestly no guarantee I'll post for a pretty long time. The poems I added are over two months old themselves.
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ronikorpela

"Still afternoon. I breathe the early spring air, as memories of past rebirths of nature are unearthed within my mind. I decide not to mind them, as my only duty is to make the most out of the present moment. Love, I’ve discovered, is choosing to be maximally good in the face of misery, a beacon in eternal tempests that surround this existence.
          
          This spring, wings are sprouting out of my body that is fragile and immovable. I have been unable to look myself in the mirror for quite some time now – I feel that I face a ghost of all my failures, a machination that was destined to fail at the simple purpose of being alive. I deemed all affection undeserved, any chance of redemption inconceivable. Every waking moment was spent prolonging the inevitable collapse."
          
          I have written a few new poems this year, but I have already started shifting considerably to prose. It feels more natural right now to express poetic thought that way.
          
          Also, new profile aesthetic!

ronikorpela

No new poems in 2024, as I enter a sort of typical period for me of a few weeks without writing anything in the new year.
          
          A good time to consolidate what I've previously written and plan for the future. In this year, my goal is to put my work further out there, hopefully I succeed in that!