When the World Didn't End: Poems
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Teen Instagram sensation and author of Light Filters In @poeticpoison returns with a second collection of short, powerful poems about love, forgiveness, self-discovery, and what it’s like living after a hard-fought battle with depression, in the vein of poetry collections like Milk and Honey and the princess saves herself in this one.
In her second book of poetry, Instagram sensation Caroline Kaufman—known as @poeticpoison—explores the shock, wonder, and beauty of an uncertain future.
When the World Didn’t End is a vivid account of trying to find a path forward while reckoning with the pain of the past, embracing imperfection, and unlearning the language of self-criticism.
It’s an ode to the awkward silence between goodbye and hanging up, to hearts that continue to beat after they’re broken, to the empty spaces that depression leaves behind. With vulnerability and insight, this powerful collection of short poems holds up a mirror to the doubt and longing inside us all.
This collection features completely new material plus some fan favorites from Caroline’s account. Filled with haunting, spare pieces of original art, When the World Didn’t End will thrill existing fans and newcomers alike.
so,
what now?
how will you make the most of it?
how will you live the life you never thought you’d get the chance to see?
Caroline Kaufman
Caroline Kaufman—known as @poeticpoison on Instagram—was only a freshman in high school when she began posting her poetry online, and since then she has amassed hundreds of thousands of followers across social media reading her work worldwide. Her debut book, Light Filters In, released in 2018, and she was named one of Her Campus’s 22 Under 22 Most Inspiring College Women in 2018 for her work destigmatizing mental illness through poetry. Caroline grew up in Westchester, New York, and is currently studying English at Harvard University. When she’s not writing, she can be found eating pad thai, harmonizing with the radio, and refusing to believe she’s growing up.
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When the World Didn't End - Caroline Kaufman
What Was
we prepared for the worst.
for disaster.
stockpiling canned soup and batteries
and gallons of water and first-aid kits
as if there was some chance at survival.
we marked our calendars.
counted down the days.
and no one would admit it,
but we were calm.
nothing prepared us for the calm.
for the comfort.
for the relief that we would never
have to clean up the mess we created.
but then,
we opened up a window and saw
that the world was still there.
and to be honest,
none of us knew what to do.
survival was the only outcome
we weren’t prepared for.
arithmetic
I still count on my fingers.
you laugh as I lay my hands out
on the table like a small child,
trying to add the tip to the total.
you tell me you
have never seen someone
fly through calculus
but still get stuck on
elementary school mathematics.
but that’s how it’s always been—
the complicated easy.
the simple more difficult.
and it’s okay, for a while,
until you wake up and you’re
an adult and you don’t know
how to take care of yourself.
until you wake up and you’re
an adult and you don’t know
how to ask for help.
I was so distracted by
getting to the finish line
that I forgot to pace myself.
I was so distracted by growing up
that I forgot the basics along the way.
sometimes I try to keep
my pain close to the surface.
because I am scared that people
will no longer want me
once my memory
of the hurt runs out.
once there is no more sadness
to fill these pages.
it is so easy to
reopen closed wounds
when people see my bloodshed
as beautiful.
the only thing I know about
what sits underneath my skin
is that it is full of
lack of matter.
and I am trying to regurgitate
the nothingness but it is
getting caught in my throat.
maybe nothing was poetic
the first few times
but it has now lost its meaning
and turned back into nothing.
maybe I was poetic
the first few times
I dug out all of this hollow
but my emptiness does not
resemble a poem anymore.
maybe it never did
in the first place.
I am a book
with the pages all worn.
the cover is tearing,
the ink is fading,
but I swear I’m worth the read.
little girl wears pigtails. little girl is not afraid of anything, even monsters in the closet. little girl splatter-paints the walls and is proud of it. little girl puts her hair in a ponytail and then chops it all off. little girl does not have much hair for a while. little girl is brave. little girl is kind. little girl cries when she holds a hamster for the first time. little girl teaches herself how to roll her r’s and make a taco tongue all by herself. little girl loves to dance and sing and run around during recess. little girl wears big pink goggles when she goes swimming. little girl is strong. little girl is determined.
tomorrow morning I will promise
to see this nothing as everything.
and tomorrow night I will forgive myself
for not being able to.
and the next morning I will promise again.
and the next night I will forgive again.
and none of it will mean anything at all.
picardy third
you’re getting good at tying things up