I dreamt strange things
as my mind tried to cling
to places, and people
who’d left their mark
but didn’t bother to stay
✨Deferential Devil✨
Musings
Blackout
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✨
Fucked
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✨
Night Air
The window screens have holes
in this rented, old house.
But I open the window still
to feel the night air,
with its gentle and refreshing chill
which lightens all that I carry
and washes the grime from my soul
✨Deferential Devil✨
Know Your Worth
When I went to write my poem ‘Control’ this spilled out first.
Recap
Wilt
Everything wilts,
it’s a matter of time.
But there’s beauty
in the wilting,
it’s just a matter of seeing it.
✨Deferential Devil✨
Just Your Love, Please
I don’t need an easy lay.
Nor someone who dances, or sings.
I need a man who will stay,
Who takes time to learn me,
And all the spots to make me hum.
A soul to speak to my own.
I want someone to always love,
And he to always love only me.
A special someone to know my moods.
Who picks me up whenever I fall,
Cause, honestly… I’m clumsiest of all.
Someone to chill with under the stars,
To veg on the couch, or adventure afar.
He can be himself, always, with me.
My heart is forever his
Regardless of his talents,
Or maybe, exactly, because of them.
✨Deferential Devil✨
Waterside
A crisp, comfortable chill fills the night air. The gas fireplace pops and snaps like a flag in the wind, burning through blue-tinged crystals. The flames dance and leap as high as they can in their confined circle while a well-aged tree plays puppeteer to a host of lanterns. Blow its branches, multiple hues caress a manicured lawn with a soft glow.
In the distance the sun sets in pinks, purples and blues that peek through rain-heavy clouds and the river meanders languid and silent below it.
I feel most alive in this perfect moment where memories bob along the surface of my mind. Peace and comfort blanket me, as if no time had passed, as if I’d held my breath for decades. This is where I belong with my person by my side.
✨Deferential Devil✨
Deferential Devil Poetry 