Poetry lines that remind me of the N6 because I’m a fucking nerd
Brooklynn:
I fear no monsters, for no monsters I see. Because all this time, the monster has been me — Monsters (Nikita Gill)
And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good — Easy of Eden (John Steinbeck)
Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there, I do not sleep — Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep (Mary Elizabeth Frye) [tbh this whole poem]
You are not you anymore. And you don’t know how to fix this. The worst part is…you don’t even know how to try — Trauma Steals Your Voice (Nikita Gill)
I cannot undo what I have done, I can’t un-sing a song that’s sung. And the saddest thing about my regret—I can’t forgive me and you can’t forget — A Betrayal (Lang Leav)
Darius:
Yes, I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world — The Critic as Artist (Oscar Wilde) [technically not a poem but idc]
If I should meet thee after long years, how should I greet thee?—with silence and tears — When We Two Parted (George Gordon, Lord Byron)
Ben:
I don’t feel particularly proud of myself. But when I walk alone in the woods or lie in the meadows, all is well — Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors (Franz Kafka)
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep — Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening (Robert Frost)
Kenji:
This is my letter to the world that never wrote to me — this is my letter to the world (Emily Dickinson)
You know how to put yourself back together again too, just as well as they do. Take heart. You have managed to rebuild yourself a thousand times over from every bad day. That is no small thing — Notes on Survival (Nikita Gill)
Have you ever loved a rose, and watched her slowly bloom? … have you ever loved a rose, and bled against her thorns? — The Rose (Lang Leav)
I have a habit of loving people who remind me of fire — Lessons From Therapy (Nikita Gill)
Yaz:
A wounded deer leaps the highest — a wounded deer - leaps highest (Emily Dickinson)
You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering — A Farewell to Arms (Earnest Hemmingway) [again, not a poem, but idc :p]
Look at you comforting others with the words you wish to hear — William Wordsworth
People get so tired of asking you what’s wrong and you’ve run out of nothings to tell them. You’ve tried and they’ve tried, but the words just turn to ashes every time they try to leave your mouth — Trauma Steals Your Voice (Nikita Gill)
Sammy:
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in — The Death of the Hired Man (Robert Frost)
I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe; I told it not, my wrath did grow — A Poison Tree (William Blake)