Pillow Thoughts II: Healing the Heart

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We are standing at the edge of the world and yet we still do not meet. You are soaked in daylight and I am covered in the night. My heart yearns for our eclipse. The bluntness of this is not all bad because it actually tells the readers straight up what the author thinks and feels. It does not sugarcoat anything, especially the topics here that really matters (loneliness, heartbreak). This is what I interpreted from it though. And that last poem. . . pure. Just, pure love.

The poems are sorted in groups I'd call chapters, but maybe there is a fancy term I don't know, but those are introduced by illustrations of a jellyfish and an owl, a combination I would never have thought of but that works quite well. Also, I like owls a lot, which is a plus. May your weapon be kindness Your shield compassion May the flowers grow again To sprout love from all this sadness Be yourself so you are happy. Be yourself so that you attract good energy and good people. But don’t be yourself so somebody would want you. I knew what I was going to say; I had rehearsed my goodbye over and over again, but you left without a word.It’s just much too cheesy and dull to me and even though I still found one or two poems in Kaur’s books I did genuinely like, in Peppernell’s Pillow Thoughts I discovered nothing that resonated with me or stood out to me. Some bits were better than mediocre (like: “You spend your whole life convincing yourself you are a chapter worth following, and then someone comes along and doesn’t want to read the ending and suddenly the whole story falls apart.”), but there was nothing worth remembering. Sometimes sadness does not have a source. There is no immediate solution, no escape plan from its clutches. Instead you learn to coincide, as though sadness is an old friend who needs a gentle nudge in the right direction. I have never known what this sadness feels like when you cannot feel the sun or the air around you And time they say will heal you but even my own mother doesn’t know what to do. You said you wouldn’t hurt me You promised to keep me safe You knew what the others had done and I fell for the sincerity on your face. Maybe I deserved this for trusting someone who could manipulate so easily Maybe I deserved this for not listening when mother knows best. But all I was trying to do was show you that even a monster can be loved. My soul is numb, and I am desperate to feel. In times of distress and sadness, mornings are no longer forgivable, and waking up isn’t ideal.

We get older and suddenly what we cannot have becomes just what is. Less becomes plenty and time is a fragment of our short adventure on earth." The stars have died And left their light to you Remember this when You feel weak And worthless And blue Of all the tragedies on this earth, there is none more tragic than a person who cannot see their worth.You’re beautiful without even trying but each time I bring you a flower it ends up dying and you don’t see how I look at you you just keep crying and the saddest part is that you’re so special but you think I’m lying I like how each section is labeled on what you are feeling right now and what mood you are in when you read it. I have always wished there were poems books that were like this because it would be so helpful. . . and now I found one. They say if you practice something again and again you will become good at it. So why, if you tell yourself everyday that you are capable, do you not believe it?"

Your feelings are valid and real. Do not let anybody denounce them just because they do not feel the same way. These feelings do not make you weak or clingy or overly emotional. They make you strong, brave and beautiful. You are not merely made of stardust; you are the comet streaking through the sky on the way to do good and bright things.”

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And the 'poems' in each chapter are relevant and are really simple and straightforward that they reach your heart right away! Another book to add to my favorite poem book collection! It was so good and I loved almost all of the poems. The first part was mostly about love and the rest is mostly focused on mental health and encouragement to be better and get through tough times and depression and that its okay to be sad and in pain but not let them control our thoughts and lives. At first I thought I didn’t like it because I simply couldn’t relate to Peppernell’s writings. Maybe the poems in the chapter If you are heartbroken weren’t for me because I’m not heartbroken and the bits in If you are dreaming of someone didn’t leave a lasting impression on me because I’m not dreaming of anyone. But then again, I’ve read other poems and novels, listened to music, and watched films and television shows that I did love, even though I couldn’t personally relate to whatever it was they were about. I can still see the power and the beauty in things, even if they aren’t about something I’ve been through myself. But then they have to be meaningful and good, and (most of) the poems and prose in Pillow Thoughts weren’t. Ehm excuse me? She is not an object that you can have. She is a person and she is her own person. I hate the idea that in a relationship you BELONG to someone. And I think it’s dangerous to tell young readers that you should. I think I know what the author wanted to say but it’s difficulty written. Chicago I’m in Chicago and you’re at home, how can we be so in love and yet so alone? It’s been so hard, how many more days must we be apart? All the nerves in my heart, wondering if things have changed, All the time apart, wondering if we’ll still be the same. I’m in Chicago and you’re at home, and I’m watching life pass. I miss you when I am alone.