Corvus Nightingale
He/They/It | Just looking to share pieces of myself with others who enjoy poetry and writing
Corvus Nightingale
He/They/It | Just looking to share pieces of myself with others who enjoy poetry and writing
He/They/It | Just looking to share pieces of myself with others who enjoy poetry and writing
He/They/It | Just looking to share pieces of myself with others who enjoy poetry and writing
The chilled wind
Warm sun
Flowing river bend
Second to none
I open my doors
Breathe in the morning
Who could want more
Than this velvet glory
The clouds roll above
I watch from my deck
Eyes filled with love
As the woodpeckers peck
O glad morning
Don’t go too soon
For in this bright moment
All I want is you...
How am I supposed to capture your beauty?
When all I can do is sketch?
How am I to show the truth of your being?
With only paint, a canvas, and a brush?
O dearest Dorian
It is impossible to reflect
Even a fraction of your features
With merely a painting
Dear Dorian
You were always the truest art of them all
Perfect and timeless
Just as you have always wanted to be
O my Dorian
The gods have c...
Beautiful nature
sweet bird song
kiss of stars
and golden light
harmonious hour of sleep
sweetest embrace of the night
loving waltz among planets
and silver spectacles all around
But humanity can’t be escaped for long
death without concern
power and fame
ordinary man
suffering in silence
man’s true form
vague tremors of grief
slow movements
corrupted morals
How I long for sleep again
t...
(Inspired by EE and Mundie from Dead Water Club on WEBTOON— please support its creator, very talented)
From the depths he comes
Mirrors of my fears
From the dead water he rises
Reflections of the past
Impersonations of the truth—
—or was it the truth?
How can I be certain anymore?
Make believe and reality
have begun to dance together
like lovers at a waltz
And yet
much more sinister
their d...
Language is a dream we believe
Whispers of the past
Like death’s melancholy murmur
Echo through the night
Thus we see the empty shadow of what was
The poet is just a disciple
Language, our god
Created by flawed man as expression
Used as a tome of truth and purity
What is it we crave so dearly?
What is it we seek?
Unknowing, we step forward as blind prophets guided by the hand of a broken god....
It’s overwhelming reality
which burdens the soul
Wearies the body
and strains the heart
shadows of what once was
fading in the wake of new light
It feels like heresy
like contempt
a vain attempt at comfort
at compromise
And yet
in the still of the night
in the breeze through my window
I hear your voice
sometimes I think it’s nothing more than an apparition
but I know it’s you
it’s always yo...
losing substance
impenetrable night
without the energy to smile
I will be expecting you there
solemn nothingness
where hopeless breathing and trembling
where sad smiles and sweet fate
meet the disappointing truth of mankind
humanity is fragile
the one you loved
tossed with the waves
inconceivable waned love
quickly freeze this icy morning
what is left
but the beating of the glass hea...
Waves breach the sandy shore
The birdsong of the forest
Life surrounding each moment
Each itty bitty moment
With life comes the unfortunate truth
The fragility of the things you hold dear
Glass hearts and ceramic souls
Shattered, stolen
Death is not evil
Not vindictive
No
He is a soft voice in the meadow
A still spring in the day
The gentle breeze of night
He is come to rescue that which is pain...