Tick
I got 80.
Tick
But she got 81.
Tick
When did even start caring about this?
Tick
Is this all my life's come to?
Tick
Is this all i amount to?
Tick
Because if it is, damn. Someone should've stopped me and told me devote more hours to it. To give more of a shit.

Tick

But, you want the truth? I have forced all the effort i can out of myself. They only care about the result....

The darkness swirled around her as the carriage clattered to a stop. The curtains were drawn tight against the dying sun. When Eugenia had begun her journey, the clouds were tensing for a storm. Now, they were black with promise with only a few sunbeams escaping the cover of darkness. Pushing through her skirts and her fury, she stepped out and glared at the forbidding mansion in front of her. The estate was chocked with ivy, gasping for a reprieve....

To understand weakness, power and strength must be discussed. Weakness is defined as an absence of power and strength. Women have long been victims of having these traits taken away from them and Ophelia is no different. As Tynelle Ann Olivas states, Ophelia has “very little purpose other than to support” the male characters and their storyline under the guise of protection. She is a plot device and is limited to what society allows her to be as their possession.
...

Context is used as a way of trying to understand the poet and their thoughts behind the poem—the poet’s brain and mental processes resulting in the poem—while poetry is essentially a way of exploring the heart. These two things could be considered separate, as seen with the common debate of ‘separating the art from the artist’. However, it could be argued that understanding the cause of such emotions helps the reader to understand the complexities of the poets life, and...

From the title ‘Mirror’, Plath hints to the audience that this poem, of no obvious rhyme or rhythm, explores themes like self-awareness and identity that is erased by the importance of appearance. 
    Historically, mirrors have been associated with women and the Deadly Sin of Lust.  However in recent times, female artists have attempted to subvert this stereotype and depict self-awareness through acknowledging the audience.
    Plath’s consistent first person perspective of the Mirror relates a congruence between the historical...

In Plath’s time sexuality was suppressed, for women in particular; the Pill had not yet been invented and sexual freedom would have resulted in a child. While this would be detrimental to an unmarried woman, men were liberated, which resulted in “charred and ravened women”, the conquests of the “panther” and by extension male dominance in a patriarchal society.
                Socially, women were expected to be submissive, giving in to the male dominance that permeated the culture of the time....

Remember how I stepped into your garden,
You said what's the matter
A little nervous,I replied
I'm just pizza delivery girl
You asked me If I could sing
Smiling I said a big yes
And before I could respond you said

Sweet song order is what you want next time
I will for sure bring it next time
I will give you a cup filled with love
Waiting for your next phone call
Just to deliver your sweet song
sweet...

    Driving aimlessly, no destination. In many ways, it mimics my train of thought. I only do stop when there is something worth seeing, writing or photographing.

    For me, it's about getting away from the monotonous routine of my small, lazy suburb. To somewhere more quiet, with a hum of tranquility, or somewhere bustling with people, full of life and potential.

    Only when you see the world and the people who live their complicated, beautiful...

    Driving aimlessly, no destination. In many ways, it mimics my train of thought. I only do stop when there is something worth seeing, writing or photographing.

    For me, it's about getting away from the monotonous routine of my small, lazy suburb. To somewhere more quiet, with a hum of tranquility, or somewhere bustling with people, full of life and potential.

    Only when you see the world and the people who live their complicated, beautiful...

they are shy, because why else
would you immerse yourself in poems
that make only half sense & are
worth not fifty pence?

she is beautiful, but she
does not know it. she takes
injured butterflies home &
nurses them back to health, 
watching it as it flies away
once again.

he is brave, but he does 
not realise it. he stands up
& protects the children from
the bullies, and walks them home,
smiling at the sight.

they walk...

Tick
I got 80.
Tick
But she got 81.
Tick
When did even start caring about this?
Tick
Is this all my life's come to?
Tick
Is this all i amount to?
Tick
Because if it is, damn. Someone should've stopped me and told me devote more hours to it. To give more of a shit.

Tick

But, you want the truth? I have forced all the effort i can out of myself. They only care about the result....

The darkness swirled around her as the carriage clattered to a stop. The curtains were drawn tight against the dying sun. When Eugenia had begun her journey, the clouds were tensing for a storm. Now, they were black with promise with only a few sunbeams escaping the cover of darkness. Pushing through her skirts and her fury, she stepped out and glared at the forbidding mansion in front of her. The estate was chocked with ivy, gasping for a reprieve....

To understand weakness, power and strength must be discussed. Weakness is defined as an absence of power and strength. Women have long been victims of having these traits taken away from them and Ophelia is no different. As Tynelle Ann Olivas states, Ophelia has “very little purpose other than to support” the male characters and their storyline under the guise of protection. She is a plot device and is limited to what society allows her to be as their possession.
...

Context is used as a way of trying to understand the poet and their thoughts behind the poem—the poet’s brain and mental processes resulting in the poem—while poetry is essentially a way of exploring the heart. These two things could be considered separate, as seen with the common debate of ‘separating the art from the artist’. However, it could be argued that understanding the cause of such emotions helps the reader to understand the complexities of the poets life, and...

From the title ‘Mirror’, Plath hints to the audience that this poem, of no obvious rhyme or rhythm, explores themes like self-awareness and identity that is erased by the importance of appearance. 
    Historically, mirrors have been associated with women and the Deadly Sin of Lust.  However in recent times, female artists have attempted to subvert this stereotype and depict self-awareness through acknowledging the audience.
    Plath’s consistent first person perspective of the Mirror relates a congruence between the historical...

In Plath’s time sexuality was suppressed, for women in particular; the Pill had not yet been invented and sexual freedom would have resulted in a child. While this would be detrimental to an unmarried woman, men were liberated, which resulted in “charred and ravened women”, the conquests of the “panther” and by extension male dominance in a patriarchal society.
                Socially, women were expected to be submissive, giving in to the male dominance that permeated the culture of the time....

Remember how I stepped into your garden,
You said what's the matter
A little nervous,I replied
I'm just pizza delivery girl
You asked me If I could sing
Smiling I said a big yes
And before I could respond you said

Sweet song order is what you want next time
I will for sure bring it next time
I will give you a cup filled with love
Waiting for your next phone call
Just to deliver your sweet song
sweet...

they are shy, because why else
would you immerse yourself in poems
that make only half sense & are
worth not fifty pence?

she is beautiful, but she
does not know it. she takes
injured butterflies home &
nurses them back to health, 
watching it as it flies away
once again.

he is brave, but he does 
not realise it. he stands up
& protects the children from
the bullies, and walks them home,
smiling at the sight.

they walk...

you write poetry out of necessity.
poets are people who are hungry.
you pen haikus in springtime &
elegies when the bees sting,
limericks at garden parties 
& sonnets once all the guests have 
left. if paper & ink are your midnight 
salvation, the local bookshop 
must be holy ground. ‘cause 
the lady there thinks you’re kinda 
crazy, but shelves your poems at the back
anyway.

your reader plays hide & seek out of fear.
he’s hiding from his hot-tempered...

No beautiful man holds
her up in worship, arms spreading
against the light; A messiah forged in stained
glass, well-versed in all things dreadful.
He may prod this exotic specimen of thought, 
elbow balanced against a mounting
display of fierce-patterned wings,
dried and pinned. Each finger is a candle.
She calls for a face she does not know the name to,
perhaps labelled in one of those airtight drawers:
Life, languor gone rancid.

A closing bell jar, a Mouse. Mint plant and smoke.
A man.