Feel It Out

I'm not letting myself into you
Because what if
And who knew
The answer never clear between
pain & love
Could I get a heads up?
Tired of buying mile high bottles of wine
Combing my hair, doing my best to shine
Invite you into my home, my shrine
So you can let me know someone else is better
I stay cold with a july sweater
Downing bottles and breathing deep on the blunt to forget her
Whatever, the story everyone tells
But I let em sit there and spill it out
Just..don't..go 
So fast girl feel it out

Just..don't..go
So fast girl feel it out
Imma Grab a pen let me write it out
As far as the pain goes i'm a poet, I wrote it
You thought playing the role of the bar fly chasing a new guy would bring a new high
Nope!
Still walked home alone staring up at the sky
Vision blurry, tears in your eyes
That short dress a disguise
Coming a long way from hugging mothers thighs
Neon shoes criss crossed with fantasies
We used to tie em up
And chase eachother through mile high blades of grass
It was all so limitless at the time
But the sky does change
From a clear blue to swirling clouds of stormy skies
And i'm backed up in the corner with my lies
I don't wish for much, just a little rewind
So I could keep that last time we fucked on my mind
I should say something like make love
But love didn't stand tall when push came to shove
So we fucked and i'm tired of swearing about it
But I swear on it and you spin around an empty ballroom in a multicoulored dress
Oh, you flaunt it
I feel the real world tugging at my eyes and all I can say is
Just..don't..go
So fast girl feel it out.

Just..don't..go
So fast girl feel it out


peace & love

-Dev

Heartbreak Bottles

Endless bottles devoted to heartbreak
through my mothers hands I used to snake
fingers since devoted to playing with your hair
staring into the night sky without a care
it's holding on and letting go at the same time
passions with comfort of preserved heart
because that can't fall apart
and we can't fall apart
through blind eyes I saw the world for what it was
a dark place illuminated by your touch
so when we clash tongues
let it be less in anger
and more under the cascade of a morning shower

-Dev

 

Pushing Jesus

Faith fell off the curb I was pushing jesus thrusting my hands in the sky in a desperate search for why.
A child gasps at war, the voice carried through the wind of gods sigh.
This matters, this matters, listen closely to the whispers of those in pain they need our light. We also have much to gain.
Religious violence hard on my brain. I don't want to accept it but whenever I speak out i'm told to hush and respect it. They say don't love another until you love yourself. In regards to god why do we put that sentiment on the shelf?

Other faiths don't have much to say except "come to me". Salvation offered for a moderately priced one time fee. Hands clutching crosses while children drown in blood. Reality ignored while a soldier lays face down in the mud. Did he die in vain?

He did he died in vain he died in vain the voice rings around my head.
I seek survivors because life tastes different when you should already be dead.

-Dev

 

Freeverse

Just some freeverse I did last night. Love this style of writing despite it's lack of an overall direction. It is amazing to see where the mind goes.

mama don't like the big dreams
too complicated with hero fantasies and poetic verse
the plan is success before the hearse
but let me be clear i'll never accept life as a curse
never sweating over small things like cash or sleek clothes
he was a prophet, offered riches, and rose
above it all
tell my child to stand tall
is faith strengthened by a gold cross?
or does the power lie in the mind
can't answer
there are things in life that will not be defined
and there are things unwritten
no matter
thoughts will turn into action, with time.
so my dreams stay just out of reach
but still yet, they are there to teach
this is what I want
this is what you want
all just success in this mess
and I don't turn on AMC to see the walking dead
one just heads down to the heart of my city
to see the faded heartbeat of those who just couldn't make it
the thing about the grumble of a belly?
you can't fake it.


-D

Goodbye Summer

I wake up beside you and I can see my breath
Scrambling in the dark, my feet cold against the hardwood floor.
The room has a feel as if something happened, magic or just passion exploding over the top.
Bubbling over and cracking like fire crackers
We met, eyes met, bodies collided
The city burnt itself alive with lovemaking
And now the winter winds have set in.
Say goodbye to summertime
Hello fall
Hold me in these trying times.


-Devon

Twirling Records Excerpt

And so he felt that familiar ghost wound of the last heartbreak seeping itself into his careful statements.

"I love you" was less a string of words, more a date with destiny. He would stand at that cliff edge and say those words and possible destroy himself.

"Salvation is never easy" he reminded himself. With that, he wrapped his arms around the only living breathing thing for miles in the dead world. The dead world..he plunged into the abyss. For fate or death, or was fate death?

This is how I feel, how I feel about you..

-D

The Working Class

I imagine myself a hero
Dodging the spit filled demands of the employer
I work the hours waiting for the riverside
Telling stories mostly filled with shit
But some glimmer of a dream
A passion filled embrace
For the warmth
Beyond all money in the world
There lies a place filled with warmth
That is love in the heart.

Signed,
The working class.