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ela-quin · 1 year

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After what seems like a lifetime, it feels so good holding a physical copy of a book again and steadily taking in every word on it— as if I'm breathing air.

Currently reading: Poemsia by Lang Leav

#books and literature #books and libraries #books and reading #bookstagram #booklr #booknerd #reading #currently reading #book blog #books #bookworm #poemsia #langleav

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jojomckim · 2 years

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❤️ - #instapoem #poetry #mysticmessenger #mystic #poems #poemsia #poetsofinstagram #poetry #poetryislife https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf1agAMuj6K/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#instapoem #poetry #mysticmessenger #mystic #poems #poemsia #poetsofinstagram #poetryislife

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chaspalette · 2 years

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I woke up with the sun kissing my cheek, enveloping me in the warmth you never reciprocated. I had a cup of coffee filling me with comfort, the way your absence never did. I took a walk and noticed the trees dancing around me and marvelled in their beauty, the way you refused to look at mine. The wind nestled my hair in a way our fingers will never intertwine.

Today, I would ignore you. Today, I would stop waiting for you to remember that I exist. Today, I would shove everything I know about you at the back of my head and build walls around every feeling you have awaken in me.

I am doing mighty fine on day one. I have forgotten about you. As the moon peaked and waved to me with its faint beams, my phone beeped. I saw your name with your customary "Hi". Sent like clockwork, to ensure that you still have me wrapped around your fingers.

And just like that. Everything I built today crumbled.

Maybe I can just do it all over again tomorrow?

-chaspalette; 31Mar22

#poemsdaily #poetry #spilled poetry #sad poetry #writing #spilled thoughts #sad writing #poemsia #inkblots #goodbye #spilled ink #sad thoughts #sad post

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shittyboxedwine · 4 years

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“the only thing worse than saying goodbye, is not getting the chance to say it.”

#poemsia #lang leav #relatable #musings #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #excerpt from a book i'll never write #thoughts #words #excerpts from a story i'll never write

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rvmnclaw · 3 years

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Crestfallen

I fell in love with you,

Underneath the moon so blue

With adoration that can be seen in my eyes,

Have tried to hide it with some alibis

Telling myself it was just some silly crush,

Yet why does your poems always make me blush?

I know this feeling of admiration is dangerous,

Because the girl in your story had always been her,

I don't want to believe, nor to infer

But I got tired of this unrequited affection,

When you only showed me I am just a selection

This will be the last rhyme, the last poem, as you will be forgotten,

Your name will always remind me, crestfallen.

–raven meradel

#art #original poem #poem #poetry #poets corner #my poem #spilled poem #love poetry #love poem #heartbreak #poemsia #aesthetic #female poets #poets on tumblr

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dancing-dandelion · 3 years

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Poemsia by Lang Leav

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Lang Leav's "Poemsia"

is a short story about Verity Wolf, a young aspiring poet who was afraid to show her poems to the world. She has supportive and loving people around her, and they helped her to figure things out (including her future) along the way. I'm giving 4 stars for this book because reading it is light, hopeful, and optimistic. It's full of action and there is no lull moments or empty block of paragraphs. I think, young readers, dreamers, and aspiring writers should read this. Lang Leav wrote it well that I could hear every character's voices and feel like I was also living in their world. Anyway, I want to say a lot of things but I'll just mention 3 things: 1. Verity Wolf reminded me of Virginia Woolf's "Verity." 2. Reading this made me feel like a hopeful, ambitious, teenager again. 3. Light and dreamy. Very Pisces (I'm talking about Verity and Mena; Lang Leav is under Virgo sign).

#book #book review #lang leav #poem #poets on tumblr #prose #young adult #goodreads #verity #fiction #short story #poemsia

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talesbytina · 4 years

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do any of you call more than one place home and relate to this feeling? I was originally raised in Jakarta and moved to the United States for college. I’ve been in Los Angeles for almost 6 years for school and work. I’ve just returned to Jakarta a few days ago and it’s been so hard leaving the city of angels, which has become a second home to me. There are so many memories in that city and I miss the freedom & independence I have there…

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unlikelyaesthetics · 4 years

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The worst battle you may ever experience in your life is the war between your heart and your mind.

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itsbecauseoflove · 4 years

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Finally got my own copy!

#lang leav #poemsia #new novel #langleav

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talkfastromance4 · 4 years

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“There’s no way to be a poet. You can’t choose it because it chooses you. Maybe your soul refracts the universe in all its complex beauty and you are a shard of light in its great hallway of mirrors. The universe calls and compels you to write poetry because with every ounce of its being, it hears to know itself through you.”

—Lang Leav ‘Poemsia’

#lang leav #poemsia #poems #poetry #poet

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iammorethanaflower · 5 years

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I've been working towards my dreams constantly this past year and it's made me dream even more; louder, bigger, braver. Ready to kick ass the whole rest of the year 🖤✨

If you want to see what I'm up to, make sure you're subscribed to my newsletter! I'm always sharing things there; including sneak peeks about my debut poetry book that is coming out very soon!!

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a-girl-made-of-stardust · 5 years

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it’s been almost a week since my friend and i went but still it was so GODDAMN EPIC.

#MIBF 2019 #first time to go hell yeah #dark age #pierce brown #poemsia #lang leav

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chaspalette · 2 years

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Borrowed Time

I Love You. Three words drifting At the tip of my tongue. Wanting to be uttered, Consistently on the verge of being said.

But pride, And these lives we live Stops me.

We are on borrowed time So I take all that I can, Whenever I can.

Please - Just allow me to feel every joy, Every pain. As I force those three words Down my throat. I don't want to feel the need To let my voice carry those words to you.

Let my soul soak in the feeling, While the clock ticks away My every hope and dream.

One day, time will catch on. The sands will be emptied, And we will need to tip this glass cylinder over, For a new start.

One day, I would stop. I would return you and let you keep a piece of my heart. As I walk away, Forgetting you in every drop of time...

chaspalete - 29.Nov.21

#poemsdaily #prose #prose poem #prose poetry #sad poem #sad poetry #poetry #spilled poetry #writings #inkblots #spilled thoughts #sad poet #sad writing #goodbye #lost love #heartbreak #poemsia #poets of tumblr

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coolwhitemood · 5 years

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#kensiasweetlace #langleav #poemsia

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pennielynaglugub · 5 years

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Can't wait for your upcoming novel @langleav 🤗 Sending more love and Support 💖💖💖

#poemsia #october2019 #langleav #novel #books #romance #love

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parksabre · 3 years

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Poemsia by Lang Leav

The universe calls and compels you to write poetry because with every ounce of its being, it yearns to know itself through you. (pg. 230)

Many years ago, before Lang Leav became a literary cult, she was starting a new movement on Instagram and not many people knew of her — or even considered her as an actual writer. Maybe the universe had somehow brought us together in ways that only ought to stay as a mystery. Because I actually ran into her in a bookshop called Kinokuniya in Singapore. She was there for a book signing to promote her debut poetry anthology, Love and Misadventures, while I was on a mission to buy my own copy of V for Vendetta.

It was a Saturday morning and I noticed that the air was different in Kino. People were fluttering around — all book lovers, you see — and they were waiting for someone to appear. I was wondering who Lang Leav was when someone blocked me from walking directly to the graphic novel section. A small lady with long hair and bangs like mine peered into my face with curious eyes. I sidestepped her, my mind conflicted in identifying the famous author while also dying to find out why people kept saying, “Remember, remember, the fifth of November.” But she sidestepped to my left and we blocked each other again. Finally, I looked up and said, “Excuse me, please.” And she said, “Sure, love.”

There was a spark of recognition from one writer to another, but my heart belonged to the world of graphic novels while she was the queen of poetry. We met by chance, but we have always been walking in different directions despite a shared love for words. It is with this encounter that feels right to introduce her latest novel, Poemsia.

The novel is about a young poet called Verity Wolf who becomes a sensation on Instagram because a celebrity reposted a poem that she didn’t write, but the whole world became crazy over. In the process of becoming a published poet, she finds a pure-hearted love that is rare in this digital age, where love doesn’t translate well beyond the pixels of instapoetry. However, there are modern-day witches who cast spells of disaster over the jealousy for the fairest maiden on social media but only to be defeated by a bohemian fairy godmother. Verity takes a trip across the world to New York just to meet her literary heroine who is revealed to be much different than what she had imagined success would transform a poet into. This is a modern day fairy tale that is quite platonic in the fantasy aspect. However, the romance of poetry in the digital age leaves one to wonder what is hidden between the lines of a feel-good love story.

After reading Poemsia, I was left wondering what the actual poem really is. It was never explicitly stated in the novel why people fell in love with the poem from Poemsia, a fictional book of poems from the 18th century. The question of who the protagonist really is, appeared as the theme of the novel keeps pointing to the words left unsaid in comparison to what is explicitly stated — as is the habit of interpreting poetry. So the theory I gravitated to after finishing the final pages is that the poem is the protagonist of the novel and the real life characters are a visual metaphor to describe the essence of the poem.

In the final pages of the novel, the reader finds out that the poem is about beginnings and ends. Several times, the characters ask if this is the beginning or the end? In poetry, there are many theories to interpret the meaning behind the crypt. However, it is the reader’s choice to decide for themselves what to take away from the beauty of implied words.

The entire novel was designed to explain the poem, which translated across to the reader as an empirical feeling. This means that the words of the poem is not as important as how the reader feels about the experience of the poem. Many critics and skeptics hate instapoetry for the lack of nuance and subtlety, complexity and technique. However, instapoetry is about the experience of a feeling that the poet is trying to convey through minimal words and an old-world charm.

In some ways, as the witch battles with the fairy godmother over the argument of the evolution of poetry, the novel is a kind of thesis to defend the poets of the 21st century against the stubborn refusal of academics to accept that change is also beautiful. As I recall having met the Lang Leav just as she was catapulted to instafame, I began to realise that this novel is a biography of her feelings at the time we met by chance. This made the novel even more poignant to me as I understood how she felt — hesitant and anxious over the future of her literary dreams — and this was reflected in her literary protagonist, Verity.

There were more straight forward themes of fearing the loss of a friend — of a loved one — and how writing poetry is a way to deal with sadness and grief. There were also lessons about what it is like to be disappointed by our heroes, and how family comes first before chasing after success. These are lessons that are very important for young people to read about and to discuss as a way to prepare themselves for the pressures of adulthood. For anyone who is interested in pursuing a literary career using newfangled methods like Instagram and Tumblr to promote their work and to gain support from likeminded word lovers, Poemsia is a very safe rite of passage to experience with characters that will never die, but become immortalised as real people who have lived through the first half of the 21st century. There is no right or wrong way to express a feeling through words or art. So when the infamous poem is never explicitly stated, Lang Leav is trying to show people that it’s not about the words that make the poem, but the feeling itself. And this empiricism is characteristic of instapoetry and, therefore, an art form in its own right.

The critics of this popular novel might say that the story plot is too simple and not intriguing enough with unexpected plot twists or life threatening drama. The words tend to be rather simple and plain for a poet who is known for romancing her readers with charming visual metaphors. However, I have a feeling that this simplicity in writing style is how the mysterious poem was written. It is a clue to the identity of the poem that was never mentioned, but the core of the story. Everything that happened in the novel revolved around the invisible poem. And if this form of writing was chosen specifically to tell the story, then it is designed to give the reader the optimal experience in the most subtle mystery of a modern love story. The clues are all there. But the protagonist is not a person, a thing or an idea. It is a feeling that cannot be proven with actual words or actions, but the experience of having been there with the characters and leaving the book behind after the final words have been read.

In conclusion, the poem is the invisible but titular role of the novel, never explicitly mentioned. But it is only in the end where we have a glimpse, though still quite vague and left to the imagination, that the poem is about beginnings and ends. It leaves the reader wondering if the poem that still has the heartbeat of a dying world is in fact the very feeling that transcends the boundaries of the written word.

Instapoetry isn’t about the lack of technical writing abilities or the lack of an archaic romance. Instead, the simplicity of the words are a vessel that awakens the emotions and makes the experienced, derived from technology, real in the heart. Modern literature is about empathy to the invisible feelings that are discarded by invisible people who often lack representation in the real world. So the modernness of the unwritten poem in the fabled Poemsia, is a metaphor to reflect the changing times of literary taste.

It isn’t about the tangible anymore, rather, empathy — which is something you cannot see or touch. But it is something you can feel. And so, the poem itself which is never revealed to the reader, is felt by the characters in the book. This is the beauty of Lang Leav’s novel. The sum of the novel keeps pointing to the words left unsaid. And it is the absence of the truth that really compels the story to keep going, even after you have turned the last page.

In continuing the legacy of the Last Chance cafe, as mentioned in the book, I give Poemsia 4 carrots because I wish that the writing had been more descriptive, romantic, and charming. This book was very enjoyable to read because it is not often revealed the process of literary figures in their transition to becoming icons of popular poetry. By revealing the sadness behind the catalyst that compels Verity to write poetry, the reader is allowed to observe how a real person can reach across the divide of time and space to touch the heart of those who love the words that bring humanity together in a shared experience.

It is not magic but a longing for a lost love that really makes the empathy preserved in technology, empirical.

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