Tidal waves

Casting tidal waves
Mussels by the sea shore
From you, I want more

I want the bedtime calls
I want the phone to ring on & on
I want to save your voicemails

And listen to them on repeat
Blue skies are tragedies
For you I fall apart

I’ve got a brand new start
I’ve got a brand new start
Don’t mess this up
Don’t mess this up

Your favorite author

He told me
That I was
His favorite
Author

Though sometimes I feel like I’m a bother

It’s nice to know
I have someone
That knows
My real name

How to play this game
Without crumbling with shame

When I go to sleep
I think of me and him
Charming, soothing lullabies
Sweet hellos & long goodbyes

No ambiguity or excess why’s

No ambiguity or excess why’s
We haven’t overcome that yet
Too early to mention it yet
His “I don’t know” answers I’ll never forget

And I’m back to holding my breath
I arch my back
Hold still
And I’m back to holding my breath

What’s new to Lilacdove!

  1. I am officially my own website!!! Lilacdove.com. Proud moment.
  2. 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.
  3. I have added a “favorites” section (and link in my header bar) of my personally most treasured pieces. Still working on tagging those.
  4. I have a new header image! It adds some colour & definition to the website.
WHAT BRINGS LIFE

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:

Instagram: @lilacdovee

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.

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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.

Ever so sincerely,

Elle

Like death, adore him

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

Cancer

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

This is what it looks like to be betrayed