It goes without saying that if you command yourself to think “I am abundant and attract wealth”, yet your deeply held core belief is that you are never enough or unworthy of your success, your brain will be quick to incite an inner war.
…n with the world based on how I was posting carefully curated and edited information about my life. People bemoan the fakeness of social media in pursuit of the real, but they don’t actually want real. More positivity in posts means higher follower counts; people want to follow those who don’t share much negativity, and that’s a fact. Funny how we talk about the plastic nature of social media as if it were a thing removed from us. A…
…in her works is that few people will care about you as much as you must learn to care for yourself. Nobody will have enthusiasm for your self-care. You must become enthusiastic about caring for yourself. Nobody will have the patience with you that you must develop for yourself.
Childhood is an area we are often told not to reflect on, as it no longer matters. But examining this time of your life is crucial in order to gain compassion for yourself, learn to love yourself, understand others, and find and connect more deeply with those you love (or want to love).
…rue, but my bitterness is only so blatant because it sincerely frustrates me to read these ‘poems’. I cannot sit idly by and watch them gain traction, attention, and digital fame while real poets are struggling to make ends meet because this is something they’re truly passionate about.
…s generation, who can’t pay attention to something unless it’s dulling their senses to the extreme. Reading four or so lines of complete mush is much easier than taking on, let’s say, Shelley’s Adonaïs (‘No more let Life divide what Death can bring together’ — suck on that R.M.).
Instagram Poetry made me question why I spend so much time studying and writing this stuff when R.M. Drake can pull four lines that have been repeated and overused throughout time and get a shitload of attention. Was all my time for naught? Is this what modern poetry is becoming?
… by R.M. Drake. After scoffing at the words, I checked out Drake’s profile to see more of the same. Variations of cliches filled the page, with thousands upon thousands of likes on each post. I was stumped. How did people like this shit?