Mourning Doves surround my mind,
What a testimony to confused bliss!
I see snow falling from molten trees
Filled with eternally ****** souls.
I hear their desperate screams
Just barely over my denatured brain.
Oh, what a beautiful day!
I laugh and skip along the path,
Taking in all the senses as the wind picks up,
And a fallen butterfly with an arrow through its heart.
Then he is flying in my stomach
The point tearing a ****
A deep wound in my fragile soul.
So much snow the walls are nearly white.
Soft but not brittle cries
Like the cold spites my bones.
At the end is a figure
Who stops me in my tracks.
The bark should be unbreakable!
It’s a blizzard and the walls are white.
I stand so chromatically out a moment,
Given the minority tears from my eyes.
The rain splats on the pavement.
He is gone, come the melancholy.
Swept away by all who is.
He left with the pitter-patter,
And he left me in white.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 2:33 PM UTC
Mourning Doves surround my mind,
What a testimony to confused bliss!
I see snow falling from molten trees
Filled with eternally ****** souls.
I hear their desperate screams
Just barely over my denatured brain.
Oh, what a beautiful day!
I laugh and skip along the path,
Taking in all the senses as the wind picks up,
And a fallen butterfly with an arrow through its heart.
Then he is flying in my stomach
The point tearing a ****
A deep wound in my fragile soul.
So much snow the walls are nearly white.
Soft but not brittle cries
Like the cold spites my bones.
At the end is a figure
Who stops me in my tracks.
The bark should be unbreakable!
It’s a blizzard and the walls are white.
I stand so chromatically out a moment,
Given the minority tears from my eyes.
The rain splats on the pavement.
He is gone, come the melancholy.
Swept away by all who is.
He left with the pitter-patter,
And he left me in white.
a poem about insanity. one of the most abstract, layered poems I have ever written. I think it is one of the best poems I have ever written.