Beauty in a Poème: Ride by Lana Del Rey

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Image source: http://i.imgur.com/XHM88.jpg

People write because nobody listens. Sometimes, thoughts portrayed through written words and poetry are the most beautiful of all. I find myself in absolute awe every-time I read a beautifully written poem which I can relate to or even admire for the beauty it contains through its wording. 

Lana del Rey: one of my absolute favorite artists/poets of all time. Her opening lines of the 'Ride' music video have always fascinated me. I see a great deal of my thoughts through that poem. Appreciation for freedom, madness and never ending wander: I truly see a great deal of my thoughts in those words.


I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer.
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.
Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.

I was a singer - not a very popular one,
I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.

But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me why - but there's no use in talking to people who have home.
They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head.

I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean...
And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying...

Because I was born to be the other woman.
Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.

 - Lana del rey -

3 comments:

  1. I can relate to this too. Strange how there aren't more blogs etc that have felt the same. Stumbled on yours after listening to this. ❤️

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  2. Have you found any other poets or artists similar to this piece?

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    1. Not really similar, but I adore the work of Charles Bukowski (it has a very 'real' feel to it), and modern instagram-poets like Rupi Kaur. Their styles are all different but I admire their work.

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