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The Pink Poet

I'm Isabella Lamberty- a published author & poet. I post my writing, edits, + more Instagram: Bellasartweird

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"I Think I've Been Set On Fire, But To Check I'd Have To Face Myself In The Mirror."

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

-Isabella Lamberty

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1 year ago

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

-Isabella Lamberty


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1 year ago

"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


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1 year ago

"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


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1 year ago

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.


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1 year ago
COMING SOON

🩷COMING SOON🩷

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.

Stay tuned, and follow my tumblr blog, The Pink Poet, to read some excerpts!


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