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.

Us vs Them

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)

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

Nightmares

Ever get a horrible thought stuck in your head and can't get rid of it?

I just recently watched the movie Dagon

I've been reading HP lovecraft for awhile now. I just came across him at the library and picked up this real thick book of short stories he's written. A few movies have been made from his stories and Dagon was one of them. The thing about about all of lovecrafts movie adaptions is..the acting kind of sucks.These aren't big budget movies whatsoever. But what the acting lacks, it makes up for in general fucked upness.

But long story short I watched Dagon and now I feel as if the side of my couch has some sort of scaly skin. Like a ripply sort of skin. Ugh even describing it gives me the shivers. Please let this mental horror leave my mind.

-Dev