When the Stars Wrote Back Poems
Reviews
I wish that the stars never wrote back.
This was a beautiful, blunt, and honest collection of poems that came together to offer a heavy and inspirational message to the reader. I loved the art throughout and the purple color scheme with the astrological elements. I loved the development, perseverance, and confidence of the author. I liked some of the poems more than others; but some really resonated with me. I think that it’s brave and beautiful for an author to share their life experiences and this one didn’t disappoint.
I received a galley of this book through Netgalley in exchange of an honest review. This book has content warnings for alcohol/drugs, body image, death, eating disorders, emotional abuse, mental health, sexual assault and suicide (list of content warnings included in the book). I don't know much about poetry so whenever I review it you must know it just comes from personal enjoyment and attachement to the poems. This book read a lot like someone's journal. It felt very personal and I really like the art included in it but at the same time the poems felt a bit jumbled, jumping from one topic to another and back again. It kind of felt jarring. Besides that these poems just didn't really connect with me. So yeah, not really my favourite.
I love it and will hold it close, dearly.
I have loved every one of Tristas books and this one is no exception, I absolutely loved each and every poem
Highlights
I spent so much time wanting to be love. That I didn’t care if it was done right
Everything is unknown but the unknown doesn't have to be scary. It can be full of possibilities if you're willing to give up a little control.
If i could, I would hold conversations with the moon. I would ask Venus about loneliness and Mars about anger. I would tell the black hole that I know what it feels like. I would write letters to the cosmos; and when the stars wrote back, they would say the most dazzling and necessary things.
I guess I thought If I swallowed my secrets. They couldn’t swallow me first
It hurts to remember the reasons I stayed more than it hurts to remember the reasons you left.
What if I love you forever? What if it never goes away? What ifI forget my own name and only remember yours?
My love is a pair of scissors I keep begging you not to run with
best friends means friends forever / means nights up late and days together /means walking with your hand in mine/means letting you steal all my time / means my whole life is getting better / means something else now altogether
I dug up my roots a long time ago, lost all my petals, and never thought I'd need anything but thorns.
My bed is too empty to sleep in or I am too empty to sleep
There are days when existing is exhausting, when the ache for a long heavy sleep is stronger than the pull of the sun.
good things don't last forever but bad things have to end too. good things don't last forever but there's still an end for me and you.
I am still young and I already forget how to be han I am unkind to myself. I never finish anything I stau I spend most of my time begging people to stay. happy. art.
Sometimes I wonder if signs we want from the universe are really just signs we want from ourselves.