The Dove sits beyond your window
it beckons you to come outside
Its snowy feathers and gleeful eyes
chirps the sound of freedom.
If only you went outside
then you can hear it too.
The Dove won't stop singing
the song you know is true.
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 5:41 PM UTC
I know she did her very best
but misery finds company
I only wish her soul to rest
to know her love is irony.
Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 11:35 PM UTC
I read between the lines
and linger on this page of poems
Each poetic soul
begging to be heard.
One wrote of their father
one wrote of grief
One wrote of their childhood homes
and the fear of who might leave.
I wont ever know your name,
but a piece of you I see.
It is beautiful
to bare your soul for the sake of art.
And so I linger between the lines,
basking in the product of your courage.
Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 12:27 AM UTC
Sometimes i get a glance
in the mirror when the lights are low
my brows furrowed,
my breathing slow.
I get a glance of you.
It scares me terribly,
to get a glance of you.
I am but the apple,
who rots below the tree.
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 1:01 PM UTC
I feel sorry for my mom
Not for the bitter lady she has become
but the little girl who dreamt of bigger
I so fear that I will feel a slight relief
leaving flower at her grave.
Aug 17, 2022
Aug 17, 2022 at 12:31 AM UTC
The rose will die tomorrow
when the winter frost finally catches on
but today the fall sun still shines
Jul 1, 2022
Jul 1, 2022 at 1:03 AM UTC
I swim in a small pond
and there I find comfort
they tell me that I can only grow
as big as the pond I live in
but what is wrong with being small?
I like the small pond I swim in
for I know I wont grow if I go
I will drown.
Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 12:14 AM UTC
No one ever shows you how fleeting it is
they warn you
they will shout those words into your ears until they bleed
but you wont listen until you see it for yourself
The next chapter comes even if you dont turn the page
Excited to read on.
May 12, 2022
May 12, 2022 at 2:42 AM UTC
Im back again
back in this hole
I seem to only write poetry when im not well
no one I know will see it.
But im back again
I want to say ive been here before
but I dont think ive been this deep
I want to say this is an old friend
the coping mechanism is so familiar
but does its teeth look bigger this time?
I wish I could come back on a better term
it seems like im never well
but really
I only write poetry when im not well.
Anyways, im back again.
May 12, 2022
May 12, 2022 at 2:39 AM UTC
War is a terrible thing
at the whims of chess masters
who sacrifice pieces without care
pieces of flesh and blood
product of love and hope
War is a terrible thing
those who crave it
likely never felt the rage
of loss and grief
of pain and fear that stays long into the night.
War is a terrible thing
in the light of your enemy's eyes
behind the rage and behind the fire
is a fear of broken promises
of a place no one can return to.
War is a terrible thing
to evolve is to learn to be without it
and to live in a place where we can return.
Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 4:24 AM UTC