you think im quiet
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you think im quiet 🐇
“In many ways writing is the act of saying I, of imposing oneself upon other people, of saying listen to me, see it my way, change your mind. It’s an aggressive, even a hostile act.”
who am i?
why should you care?
hi, there. my name is bethany lines.
i am a teenage girl living in adelaide, australia.
and this is my online sanctuary;
you think i'm quiet is my personal public writing blog, where i store the poems that i don’t frantically scramble to submit to literary journals, but that i still think are worth safe-keeping. this is where i am able to remind myself of myself. literary journals infamously do not always take unique and personal work, so i have made a home for those discarded poems here. explore at your leisure, feel free to comment or contact me about anything always.
i created this as a space for my creative brain to flourish, but i also created it because as a writer i am hungry for feedback, interpretation, occasional [constant is welcome] praise, and understanding. what good is sharing poetry (perhaps the most subjective form of writing ever) if you do not receive an audience’s interpretation? for me, the joy of writing, or reading, is the feeling of connection i experience in relating to it. this blog is made as much for me as it is for an audience; give me your opinions, feelings, and thoughts.
billow of sunlight, storm of morning
we knew about nothing—it was sweet
and we knew it too, we were bare-foot
duller then, much happier, apparently
it is much easier to kiss if there is no
proof of time passing. pleasure was a clean wound; i could touch yours.