Self explanatory, really. It’s poems! :)
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✨
What might save most
wont save them all
What kills some
could save many
What makes you,
might break others
Learning others is key
trying despite it all
is imperative
✨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✨
Sometimes a biting bitterness
twines to hold me captive
But it’s not too long
before bitter is crushed
under the weight of a life lesson
found amongst the debris
and an ever-hopeful heart
that refuses to drown
in anything but a soaring sweetness
✨Deferential Devil✨
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✨
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✨
I wore the ocean
to feel more like me.
It’s in my dance, my eyes,
my dreams, and the stars
Tired muscles lap at the salt
to replenish their needs
while I swim the depth
and tangle in the weeds
✨Deferential Devil✨
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✨
Deferential Devil Poetry 