I am officially my own website!!! Lilacdove.com. Proud moment.
Poems are separated into two categories: pinks and blues. The pink backgrounds represent love poems, and the blue backgrounds represent all of everything else— sometimes love in different contexts. I can’t always cloud my feed with declarations of adoration; the blues serve as a concrete filler into daily life that the haze of endearment passes by. If you want to read through specifically one of these categories, you can click the link below my header and above the top post to access them compiled together. I am working on uploading each poem to each category but I have a lot of work ahead of me so bear with me.
I have added a “favorites” section (and link in my header bar) of my personally most treasured pieces. Still working on tagging those.
I have a new header image! It adds some colour & definition to the website.
5. I have created a contact form so that visitors can feel free to email me any questions, thoughts, critiques, stories, comments, and etcetera. I welcome messages of all kind.
6. My latest instagram posts should show on the side of a single post. They look like this:
7. I have started a soundcloud to create verbal posts reading my works. I’m only covering a select few and have only just begun so I’m not used to this at all, but it was suggested to me by a fellow writing friend.
That concludes my updates. Quite a bit has been renovated. I hope you enjoy the website as much as I enjoy creating and contributing to it.
Gentle Lilacs growing in the garden Saying “I’ll see you tomorrow” A boy who doesn’t leave me with sorrow And I still mess it up I find a way To misbehave Get my own way Impatience every day I go to the beach and pray For grey skies and soliloquy’s For you and me, breakfast with tea For me to provide all your fantasies
It’s rich It’s gold Maybe I should have done what I was told Be a good girl No temptations Enforce restrictions Monitor yourself Equate honesty with wealth Maintain your good health Never run out of breath Get yourself out of this mess
And when you get a boy that laughs like death Adore him to the edges of the earth Make sure he never gets hurt Not by the ground, not by your lying teeth More manipulative the further we drive East This isn’t the place I wanted to be Come home to me, baby Softness Hardship Making love with passion and greed Try to do one good deed Don’t keep your bad habits Driving fast, avoiding running over rabbits I’m a little crazy, just a tad bit
Come back to me I’m fragile Come home to me Come home to me Come home to me Come home
Stuck on you like candy blue I want to seep you in like maroon My body’s disjointed and out of touch Didn’t know somebody could love me this much It was terrible, a bit too much
Concrete ground is so nice to lay on When the cars hurriedly pass by Everyone’s so aggressive, I don’t get why I’m playing with a stream that started from the Northside It’s digging holes in me I have to go inside
A dark cavern is lit by the girls who smile We’re delighted in conversation so we don’t mind taking a while Chrysanthemums at the door, left for one of the dancers I ask the doorman, he knows all of the answers He told me I look like cancer
He told me I look like cancer But I’m just a delicate dancer It’s not my fault I’m decayed It’s not my fault he never stayed
Blue periwinkle dress Table for two Concerns on my part What’s sewn’s torn apart I like your soft grace Your willingness to chase Your tendency to amaze How you match my soft gaze I think of all of the ways To show you I care
Three teaspoons of sugar In my coffee But you like yours black, cold brew And I really do like you Stuck on me like a flu There’s nothing I can really do But stop and tell you That I’m not in love with you Yet Those feelings are far-fetched In my brain you roughly sketched A picture of wheels and a deck I grabbed you by the neck Were you breathing, I had to check And you weren’t You were holding your breath