I never said…
his support thrilled me
or how I adored his laugh
that he made my heart quiver
and made my spine shiver
How I missed his presence
when he was busy
and that I, who hates phones,
wanted to speak all day
But I was too afraid,
said nothing
and now that’s what I hold

✨Deferential Devil✨


My heart longs sometimes
unbidden and soulfully,
for the days, but especially the people
whose creativity made everyday
feel everlasting and fantastical
The magic, mayhem, and laughter
spun by their fingertips
will forever remain
in the shadows and rafters
of a tavern in a mystical land
and deep within my heart

✨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
sets my heart to flight

✨Deferential Devil✨

6 Things

I hate that his absence makes me sad
I hate that I miss the way we laughed
I hate that I can’t forget his kiss
I hate that it’s him I really miss
I hate that I can’t talk to him
Yet, I’d do it all over again

✨Deferential Devil✨

Note: I was unintentionally, but happily, inspired by the end speech from the movie, ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ in case thos strikes a familiar chord in someone.


The walls grow smaller and close in
my mind reels in it’s darkest sin
No one else to help clear my head
while more days are spent in bed

Easily tired from days of nothing
There’s no joy in everything
Monotony kills my creative side
and all I do is sit and sigh

✨Deferential Devil✨

Word Fist

My neck and shoulders hurt
from this clenching of the jaw
body tired from fighting
against the unseen, unheard,
but definitely feared, “perhaps”
A threat of violence lingers,
tense and realized,
muscles taught and ready
while air squeezes from tired lungs
from words that suffocate and strike
as hard as a pounding fist

✨Deferential Devil✨