Candles flicker as a clock ticks
and a tree creaks by the window
the padding of a black cat,
heard, but unseen in the shadows
while sirens wail through the night
distant and insistent
While cold seeps like a gas
to fill the once warm room
all within a silence so loud
one could hear it from afar
✨Deferential Devil✨
My breath halts and I stumble
over these memories I carry
so tight and heavy
My heart squeezes
my brain freezes
until the moment passes
and I know I‘ll survive
It’s just sometimes I feel
the edge of the world at my toe
and one step more
shall plunge me off the side
✨Deferential Devil✨
It’s painful to hear the doubt
to see fear surfacing
as they grasp at anything,
and hope the force fed lies aren’t real
while the stark reality of it all
floats ever higher
threatening to burst free
and rain down dirty,
inevitable truths
that monsters
aren’t always made up
of complicated and tangled lies
but are instead
made from the simplest of truths
✨Deferential Devil✨
Luck isn’t some mystical,
or uncontrollable thing
that happens to a person
Luck is what you see in life
It’s picking out the things
which went right, rather than the things
which went wrong on a day
✨Deferential Devil✨
No, darling.
My feelings don’t need catering
Though you’re welcome to stop
the excuses for that person
when they act like a shitty human
That’s not catering to me
It’s being a good human
If you want to cater to me,
bring donuts
✨Deferential Devil✨
I want to talk about the universe,
and the psychology of people
The amazing way someone creates
and how it makes me feel
We can discuss the weather,
but only about how it forms
Let’s talk about dreams,
ambitions and failed auditions
Let’s reach for the stars,
paint constellations in our hearts
and sail the sky,
with whimsy at the helm
✨Deferential Devil✨
He carried me on his shoulders
and loved me through and through
I always felt important
when I saw his eyes of blue
So when the call came
and woke the dead of night
It painted a ghastly picture
of a tired mans glassy flight
The holiday became a sad one
and pain lingered every year
sometimes fading, sometimes present
but always exceptionally clear
✨Deferential Devil✨
Even in these dark times
there’s goodness
It’s always the little things
which shine brightest in the dark
A smile, a laugh, a pets love
hold onto those moments
when everything is crashing down
they will anchor you to the light
✨Deferential Devil✨
I want my son to cry
as well as he smiles
because it means
he’s allowing himself
to hurt to heal
that he‘s okay to feel
pain instead of hiding it
✨Deferential Devil✨
Sometimes this anger over old trauma
writhes into my heart and takes hold
And I want to hurt the one who hurt me
so he knows my pain to his cold
But I keep it tamped down
so it doesn’t burst free
or take another with it
into the depths
of the sea
✨Deferential Devil✨
Deferential Devil Poetry 