I can never make things right
Fate is too set in the twilight
But I can
If you let me
I can hold you tight tonight.
Dreams tend to go away if we blink twice
So hold onto the feeling as if it was a choice
As if we could wrestle with the real world
Those long bumpy bus rides down to the factory
So I can feel the sweat on my back
I close my eyes, grit my teeth, put my work in
So I can feel so alive pressed up against you
The voices outside scream to think a moment about this
All that time spent on her
Think of all you'll miss
I'm making strange choices lost in a kiss
Wandering around town they are all just blank faces
They want answers
As to why i'm showing up late for work with a fistful of poetry
Those eyes those eyes I scream
Don't you see?
Society blind to love
Cash rules everything when push comes to shove
-Dev
(Working Class)
Saturday, May 3, 2014
Friday, May 2, 2014
Late Night Mind Racing
Aint it something when a parent turns their back on a child
They roam the streets hungry
Like domesticated dogs in the wild
And that's a really old line
But oh man! Is it part of my design
Prepping to say i'm fine i'm fine i'm fine
Holding in the pain
Never been one to whine
We should never self rate sitting up alone at night
I know i'm a man I should want to fuck and fight
But i'm tired of hasty slugs thrown into the night sky
Fuck it i'm hungry for real embraces before I die
Days pass without my consent
One minute rubbing sleep from my eyes
The next looking over my shoulder wondering where the day went
But when it's dark outside my mind comes alive
5am just scribbling furiously
I want to freeze time and escape this falling apart environment
I have those bent on pulling it apart at the seams
P-p-patch it up
Two people willing to back it up
The rest willing to slash it up
The last girl I fucked was a vulture
Practicing horticulture
But life is life we gotta live it so shout out to her
And all the rest that tipped wine and gave me some time
Mom's wondering if i'm gonna be ok
I don't know what to say
I thought of my first poem today
A lost jacket
Coming up in a house with lots of racket
Struggling to pass school but what was the real test?
I've never been able to tell the truth to loved ones
That one day i'll have to sit them down and clear my mind
Get some shit off my chest.
Peace
-Dev
They roam the streets hungry
Like domesticated dogs in the wild
And that's a really old line
But oh man! Is it part of my design
Prepping to say i'm fine i'm fine i'm fine
Holding in the pain
Never been one to whine
We should never self rate sitting up alone at night
I know i'm a man I should want to fuck and fight
But i'm tired of hasty slugs thrown into the night sky
Fuck it i'm hungry for real embraces before I die
Days pass without my consent
One minute rubbing sleep from my eyes
The next looking over my shoulder wondering where the day went
But when it's dark outside my mind comes alive
5am just scribbling furiously
I want to freeze time and escape this falling apart environment
I have those bent on pulling it apart at the seams
P-p-patch it up
Two people willing to back it up
The rest willing to slash it up
The last girl I fucked was a vulture
Practicing horticulture
But life is life we gotta live it so shout out to her
And all the rest that tipped wine and gave me some time
Mom's wondering if i'm gonna be ok
I don't know what to say
I thought of my first poem today
A lost jacket
Coming up in a house with lots of racket
Struggling to pass school but what was the real test?
I've never been able to tell the truth to loved ones
That one day i'll have to sit them down and clear my mind
Get some shit off my chest.
Peace
-Dev
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