They stare with eyes ablaze,
a sea of faceless faces
the crowd’s anticipation
awash as notes slip out
to bounce across the crowded waves
Her body trembles in delight,
alight with a terrible fright,
while her soul bleeds out
painting the stage,
an effigy to their whims
And if it’s done well,
she’ll be welcomed
to bleed again to feed
their fevered hunger
✨Deferential Devil✨
Dimpled and drunk,
water lapped at the soil
as though trying to sate
its boundless hunger
with morsels of moss and vine
✨Deferential Devil✨
There’s a small chance
that I have a sadistic side
who thoroughly enjoys
when people get served
karma on a silver platter,
fed by a silver spoon,
served fresh but cold,
while someone massages it
down their throats
But that’s why I keep her
locked away, with no key in sight
✨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✨
Musings on an interaction:
Our society is so fucked up, that when I told a friend what I desired in a (male) partner, I was told I was asking too much.
“Too much” included: someone I’m sexually attracted to, nice and makes me laugh, a guy who takes care of himself—isn’t careless with his mental health and physical health, but which doesn’t mean he’s a bodybuilder/buff-, doesn’t treat me like a sex toy (i.e. constant one sided sexual interactions), and not abusive. If that’s reaching for the stars, I’ll reach for the fucking stars. If I never meet a man like that, so be it. I’m happy alone too.
The most messed up thing about this, is the idea that a man like this doesn’t exist, or that he’s so rare, I’ll never meet him. Honest, loving, attractive, and fun guys exist who don’t expect sex dolls for a partner. And lets not forget that attraction is in the eye of the beholder, and people are attractive for their personality and thoughts as much as, if not more, than their physical shell. Hold out for the right one and love yourself until then.
✨Deferential Devil✨
It’s not the color of the windows
for which I fall,
because peeking through wispy blinds,
is a soul,
sometimes tattered, well worn,
or even a bit that’s torn
It’s not just the lovely outside
that’s lived such a life,
but the shadows and highs
the lows and the light
of a being so right which
always
sets my heart to flight
✨Deferential Devil✨
Life doesn’t give us
what we can handle
to make us strong.
Nah, life gives us
whatever it wants
because we already have
the strength required to survive.
It’s just some days that strength
gets lost in the mire
and we forget it’s there
until we’re reminded.
✨Deferential Devil✨
Hostile
A word attributed to
invaders with malicious intent…
And women who are angry.
Especially blunt women.
✨Deferential Devil✨
I’m sick of this pain
that permeates my body
invading muscles,
and infecting my brain
✨Deferential Devil✨
I lie here insomnolent,
and tired beyond relief
When finally I do rest
I’m awakened
with a little voice
full of zest and
ready for a day
that I am not
✨Deferential Devil✨
I don’t know the artist for this gorgeous piece. If you do, please feel free to email me. Thank you.
Deferential Devil Poetry 