Bellasartweird - The Pink Poet - Tumblr Blog

You can hear it in silence, you can feel it on the way home... you are in love.

"All I ever did was hate your laugh And burned all the things we had When he took me in phases  And it drove my heart so crazy The things we killed midday,  Or how we never stayed,  Or how most of my poems are just listing things  In a pushy, psychotic form."

-Isabella Lamberty, Make-believe Funerals

I had too many hearts to break The moon it keeps me awake  As the Earth so solemnly quakes  But here I still remain  Surrounded by my remains.  I had too much love It made me insane 

-Isabella Lamberty

"I fear my losses have piled up into a book…."

-Isabella Lamberty

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My book, The Fundamentals of Finding Things, will be available soon! With over 50 poems, you'll want to get your hands on it!

For now, please message me on instagram (@Bellasartweird) with your email address so we can let you know when it's available.

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Untitled writing, Isabella Lamberty

“I hope you give me a warning when you get married.”

My whole brain and body shot up in the car seat. His mother peered at us through the rearview mirror as she drove.

He grinned. “How much time do you need?”

“At least two years,” Her voice was half serious, half joking. Through her accent and broken english, I noticed a sincerity there– as if she was pleading, get married one day Son, por favor.

His grin was wide and genuine unlike his picture smiles, he told his mom, “Alright, I’ll let you know.”

I laughed, and we all laughed. His mom laughed because she wanted him to marry, and me because I knew he might never marry, and never to me. But he smiled a bright smile that killed me inside. I wanted to say this, to say, “I can’t picture you getting married.” Truth be told it’s locked in my dreams: flashes of our church– which was not very church shaped– all decked out in floral arrangements, and us at the altar, his father– the pastor– officiating. I think, how delusional of me? I wish I had said it then, in the car, but maybe it would've spoiled the moment of laughter, or the little bit of hope in my heart that he wouldn't mind being married to me.

Styling ♤

"I could probably thrift a reason to live, but what good would the discount do me?" 

-Isabella Lamberty

"If i wrote every trope into my books would that make you love me again? I can't change the world enough in my poems. I am going to die in this place. I am unloved in a world you once loved me in. How is that possible?"

-Isabella Lamberty

"And I  Wish I picked up better habits from my father Like chewing gum instead of yelling at my mother  And I  Wish my brother taught me magic  More than he taught me betrayal."

-Isabella Lamberty, An Epiphany of Enlightened Illusions

my self-portrait profile pic by @/bellasartweird on instagram (me lol)

We called it Love - Stars

"I saw a guy that looks like you at the gallery / And this older, wiser version of you on the bus / And I swear he almost looked like your dad / Was that you sitting across at the restaurant / Anyone looks like you cause I just don't care."

-Isabella Lamberty, Marriage is a funny thing

Styling Jewelry ♡

"I think I've been set on fire, but to check I'd have to face myself in the mirror."

-Isabella Lamberty

Ivy - Taylor Swift

"I lived through something but I can't remember what-- Or perhaps I just can't recongize myself anymore. I feel perhaps some big part of me died."

-Isabella Lamberty, Make-Believe Funerals

You're my, my, my, my Lover

Playlist for those wronged by society

Even if my every wish came true I'm missing one

"It is the oddities of life that fail to detain me. Of all the poets I've met so very few have even begun to grasp it; the meaning of anything, and how to string words together in heartaching ways. I met one once, and he fell in love with me, but like poets we could not stop writing about eachother. I think that's what never let us be in love."

-Isabella Lamberty

"If this was like the old days, I'd make the mailman wait until I read and finished soaking over your letter, until I poured myself into another letter, and sent it with him to you."

-Isabella Lamberty, Lean Into Us