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Pepper Dove Sep 2020
The stoplight turns green
though, I don't move
Hypnotized
by a falling feather
gently floating by
    And just as it meets the ground
      like ******* snapped in my  
face
   Robotically, my toe pushes the gas
   and I am back,
   back to simply passing by
I haven't written in a while, and this happened to me today and right after I recited this to myself in my head and had to write it down.
Pepper Dove Jul 2020
I stand

  in front

    of you
  
I can see,

  See...
  
... Me

Now is it all so

    true?

All of you...

...is all of me?

Deep within

    your layers

      of skin
  
Reflecting;

  inner self,
  
    myself,
    
      my dear
    
        friend
      
Where do I begin?

     I am you,

And you are me

Everyone else:

too blind to see

        That
    
We're all One,

        Truly
The people in our lives are merely mirror reflections of bits and pieces of our inner self...
Like puzzle pieces we are to one another... in the end, we are all just one giant puzzle.
(The puzzle analogy just now made me think to write a seperate poem on that too... hmm...)
Pepper Dove Jul 2020
and
        when
        you
        feel
         that
          soft
          gentle
           breeze
           against
           your
           cheek
           just
          know
         it is
        me
Pepper Dove Apr 2020
Within these walls
I call my home
a roaring white tiger
freely roamed

terrified
in disbelief
disguise and shelter
is what I seek

an empty closet
appeared as promising
to which I discovered
surprisingly puzzling

a protruding backpack,
what a heavy load
took up such space,
the door would not close

from which the white tiger
would poke and ****
but did not nip,
which I thought to be odd

the next thing I knew,
my back became bare
the door opened wide
without even a care

approaching the beast
with my head held high
I walked towards the exist
with the beast by my side

out in the yard;
a fence and a leash
for which was to withhold
this unruly white beast

though, as I held
that anchoring chain in one hand
a glimpse into pure eyes,
forced my soul to expand

and in that moment,
without second thought
I no longer desired
this creature to be caught

a sense of release
overcame my tight grip
as a breath of relief
fell from my lips
Inspired by my dream from last night:
You see… the white tiger is my inner power, my true self… from which I would keep running and hiding from, all the while clinging onto what no longer serves me... and it isn’t until I decided to release the baggage that I could easily stand tall in the face of adversity… to see how truly beautiful and freeing it really is….
I took this as a message to release my inner white tiger
Pepper Dove Apr 2020
Left out in the cold,
you leave me here to freeze
shut out from your warmth

I am forced to trudge on
leaving footprints in the snow
I walk towards the sun

drawing me
to serenity

it directs my uncertainty
ensuring that everything will be fine,
if I continue on

my feet will reach the sands
which I will bury
deeply,
grounding my spirit

stilling me

instilling in me

r e s i l i e n c e
Lyrics to a recent song in the making
Pepper Dove Mar 2020
Milky clouds rise like kicked up dust
and spread like fog
in the early morning

Crystals rain down into the flood
of memories, swirling and twirling
until dissolved

Its tide slows and settles
stillness overcoming its surface
mirroring grey eyes
as quivering lips disturb

Slowly she sips,
warmth filling her void

Slowly she slips,
into numbness
Making tea with milk and sugar; though sweet it may be, sweet is not how I feel while drinking it

It allows for time to slow, and for the mind to wander... and wonder
Pepper Dove Mar 2020
A ghost is said to be a form of energy;
and we now know that energy can physically move objects.
Which would make sense when someone witnesses an object move independently,
they would immediately assume “ghost”.
But what if it wasn’t actually a ghost moving the object at all,
but really the person themselves?
We are starting to understand, more today than ever, that when we breakdown a humans molecules
to the tiniest points, known as “subatomic particles”,
that all that is left is light,
and that in fact, light is a form of energy,
therefore we humans are essentially energy.
Now knowing this,
and with practice…
why wouldn’t a human be able to harness their energy,
and use it to quite literally
move physical objects themselves??
Going further into this concept, where we are talking humans,
then we can’t ignore our biggest human quality: emotions,
which we are also now finally understanding to be a type of energy in itself,
and that it can also be felt…
such as when someone is sad near you, you are able to sense it
and feel bad for them...
So who’s to say that when a human has a panic attack, is outraged or even terrified,
wouldn’t be able to form a supercharge of energy from a build-up of emotions
and unconsciously move an object?
Therefore, confusing the incident with what seemed to have been
a ghost…
I wrote this 2 years ago and just now rediscovered it in my notes on my laptop... thought it was an interesting thought I had hahaha and figured I would share.
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