As If I Were A Doll Katarzyna Dovganyuk-Krym, May 15, 2023 As if I were a doll,Perfectly poised and still,My life mapped out before me,But lacking in free will. My smile is always painted on,My eyes forever bright,But underneath the surface,I’m struggling in the night. I long to break free from my mold,To live, love and learn,But society has other plans,And to their will I must turn. As if I were a doll,I’m expected to obey,To follow all the rules they set,And never once betray. But I am more than just a toy,A puppet on a string,I have a soul, a heart, a mind,And dreams of my own to bring. So though they treat me like a doll,I’ll fight to break away,And show the world my true self,With each and every day. About Latest Posts Katarzyna Dovganyuk-KrymAn aspiring poet with a passion for self-expression, I am somewhat Belarusian and wholly Polish. I enjoy spending my time writing and drawing, and other creative endeavors. Despite daily struggles with non-24, ME/CFS, and SPCD, I persevere in pursuing my interests and goals. Latest posts by Katarzyna Dovganyuk-Krym (see all) [Poetry] The feast of being - November 27, 2023 [Poetry] On Sunday’s eve - November 26, 2023 [Poetry] Weekend’s gentle reprieve - November 24, 2023 Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window)Click to share on X (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Nextdoor (Opens in new window) poetry Self Discovery conformityidentityindividualitySelf-discoverySociety
free verse The Ripple of Kindness May 3, 2023 Kindness is a gentle breeze,A ripple in the water, a rustle in the trees.It’s the warmth of the sun on a chilly day,A spark of hope that lights the way. It’s the smile that greets a stranger,The helping hand in times of danger.It’s the words that heal a wounded heart,The… Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window)Click to share on X (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Nextdoor (Opens in new window) Read More
Creative Writing Whispers of Stardust June 30, 2023 In a world of whispers and dreams,Where the sun kisses the dew-kissed streams,I find solace in nature’s embrace,As I explore this enchanting space. The wind whispers secrets in my ear,Telling tales only my heart can hear,Leaves rustle with a gentle sigh,As I let my thoughts freely fly. Beneath the moon’s… Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window)Click to share on X (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Nextdoor (Opens in new window) Read More
poetry The dance of discipline November 4, 2023November 3, 2023 On the mat, a world unfolds,A tale of strength and grace, it holds.The gymnast stands, poised and bright,In her eyes, a determined light. With a leap, she takes flight,Defying gravity, with all her might.Twisting, turning in the air,A dance of discipline, beyond compare. Every muscle, every bone,Every sinew has a… Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window)Click to share on X (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Nextdoor (Opens in new window) Read More