You must let your truth speak
in volumes never heard
so the ignorant, oft deaf masses,
can know what they must learn
✨Deferential Devil✨
Written with the first line challenge from Atticus Poetry on Poetizer.
Self-love
Filter
I breathe in peace
and exhale this pain
Knowing time filters
the most insane
✨Deferential Devil✨
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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✨
Memories
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✨
Luck
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✨
Cater
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✨
Small Things
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✨
Deep
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✨
Paper Doll
I dealt with
Constant bipolar swings,
and lies upon lies
His jealousy, and economic strife,
and the piece of him he wanted to hide
He gave me
Examples on how I should dress
A kitchen knife to slit his wrists
Reason to doubt but swore he was true
Confusion and pain, yet was I, who was vain
He told me
My check was too small
but he spent it just the same
while his slept soundly in the bank
I was the problem, and he couldn’t win
The way I ate would make me fat
though most thought me too thin
I learned
After waking from that nightmare
after cutting all ties with him
to take the offered lessons
so I’d never do that again
✨Deferential Devil✨
Tribe
Sure,
you can say anything
to those in your tribe
But
is it really your tribe
if you disrespect those in it
by hurting, then shaming them
when they speak up
✨Deferential Devil✨
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