Poetry
“Wuthering Heights” 📖♥️🪟
Possessed hearts, offer more cruelty than love, Apparitions knocking at thy window - tap tap, tap, Hauntingly for all time,
I love cricket
Bats and balls, a summer's call, On green fields, we stand tall. Cricket's dance, a timeless game, Bound by passion, forever the same.
Till death do us part
Bullshit. Marriage doesn’t end with death. Love doesn’t die with their last breath. Vowing to love, respect, and honor someone only when they are alive is almost as bad as signing a prenup. Real love lasts forever. Death did us part but our marriage doesn’t end until we say so.
Martyna DearingPublished 10 months ago in CritiqueThe Giving Tree
The Giving Tree is all we need. It will make you laugh and cry. It will make your heart bleed. Published in 1964. Forever a work we will adore. Not many words. Not many needed. When we learned to care for a tree. We learned more than we ever needed.
Atomic HistorianPublished 10 months ago in Critiqueare there still beautiful things?
On the appropriately-titled seventh track, seven, of Taylor Swift's 8th studio album, folklore, she asks, "are there still beautiful things?". This album answers the question with a melodic resounding "yes". The metaphors, tenderly-crafted storytelling, and emotion poured into all 17 songs are a recipe for pure perfection. Bravo, Miss Swift.
Raine NealPublished 10 months ago in Critique- Content Warning
Love in a Digital Age
ustling city where the hum of smartphones was as constant as the traffic, Emily and Alex found themselves navigating the tumultuous waters of love in the digital age. They met on a dating app, their connection sparked by a few witty messages and shared interests. As their virtual conversations flourished, their hearts began to intertwine across the digital landscape.
Emmanuel PwolPublished 10 months ago in Critique A Tree as a Friend
The work is just too good to be true. Could there be more to his masterpiece? Brilliantly disguised as a map? Perhaps a detailed legend of where victims are buried? There is meaning behind every art piece. What do you think Bob is hiding?
Tennessee GarbagePublished 10 months ago in CritiqueElizabeth Barrett Browning on love and slavery
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth, breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out...of...sight
Novel AllenPublished 10 months ago in CritiqueBad Idea, Right?
Addicting. Relatable. Olivia really knows how to hit it exactly where it hurts when it comes to your feelings. There has never been a better song for those who have ever been in situationships with those your friends disagree with.
A Warning About Warning
Warning by Jenny Joseph was written in 1961 and, unlike its main character, has not aged well. It's vision of rebellion which features wearing non-matching clothes and trampling flowers in your neighbors garden is so anodyne as to be offensive considering what was happening in the counterculture of the time.
Everyday JunglistPublished 10 months ago in CritiqueThe Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson’s poems transcend time and (our) understanding. Their profound beauty lies in the meanings left between the lines—and hyphens.
Cendrine MarrouatPublished 10 months ago in CritiqueAgainst Stoic Psychologists
I am yet to find any psychology in this catalogue that has escaped the orbit of a wretched and diminished sense of ‘utility’. And utility for who? Not us! Not those who suffer under diagnostic criteria and are fed a new stoicism by psychologists unblemished by any historical context.
T. M. HarrisonPublished 10 months ago in Critique