JDeVillePoetry - Hello Poetry

I’ve grown to detest sunsets The purple or blue or gray skies Remind me of melancholic days A father leaving for the last time Christmas in a house that no longer stands With a family that no longer exists Hugs that can never be given again A kiss I can still feel on my lips A secret buried in the sands of time There’s nothing more

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Jun 3, 2026 at 9:52 PM UTC

Sunset by the garage

I’ve grown to detest sunsets The purple or blue or gray skies Remind me of melancholic days A father leaving for the last time Christmas in a house that no longer stands With a family that no longer exists Hugs that can never be given again A kiss I can still feel on my lips A secret buried in the sands of time There’s nothing more

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“Brain cancer” Said the man in the white robe, “Live your life, now or never.” Today is a gift, that’s why it’s called the present. Tomorrow is not a guarantee.

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Nov 19, 2025

Nov 19, 2025 at 8:01 PM UTC

God Is A Comedian

“Brain cancer” Said the man in the white robe, “Live your life, now or never.” Today is a gift, that’s why it’s called the present. Tomorrow is not a guarantee.

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A chair and a rope A glimmer of hope Lonely in this room Hope to see you soon Whiskey and coke Spent it all till broke Cigarettes and *** Reading that last text Cohen and Cash Powder and ash An acrobat drops The wall clock stops The ceiling taps The bottle neck snaps Heaven is a lie I see darkness as I die.

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Jul 10, 2025

Jul 10, 2025 at 11:11 PM UTC

Ten O'clock

A chair and a rope A glimmer of hope Lonely in this room Hope to see you soon Whiskey and coke Spent it all till broke Cigarettes and *** Reading that last text Cohen and Cash Powder and ash An acrobat drops The wall clock stops The ceiling taps The bottle neck snaps Heaven is a lie I see darkness as I die.

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And as I grow older I begin to comprehend why We believe in invisible deities And two-thousand year old religions In the hopes that this isn’t all there is And that one day I’ll see you again

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Mar 10, 2025

Mar 10, 2025 at 7:13 PM UTC

Gods

And as I grow older I begin to comprehend why We believe in invisible deities And two-thousand year old religions In the hopes that this isn’t all there is And that one day I’ll see you again

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The days roll by like dice on a game board on a crooked table, The nights are long and silent and smell of whiskey and unbathed flesh, I awake every morning with a headache worse than the one before, I don’t know what has become of my life. I’ve failed in so many endeavors that if I hopped on my car and just kept driving ahead, Sooner or later I’d end up right back where I started. I’m self destructive. Tomorrow will come in just a few hours, I will live to see the sunrise, The sunset is still an enigma. My stomach rumbles, I hear a car passing down the road, I reek of bad decisions, I taste iron and dirt on my lips. I can see my reflection in this glass, A child trapped in a well, Angry with me, Caged inside my broken body. If tomorrow I won the million, I’d spend it all on more lottery tickets. That’s probably why I don’t win, Triumph is not for my own good.

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Jan 13, 2025

Jan 13, 2025 at 1:32 AM UTC

Still waiting

The days roll by like dice on a game board on a crooked table, The nights are long and silent and smell of whiskey and unbathed flesh, I awake every morning with a headache worse than the one before, I don’t know what has become of my life. I’ve failed in so many endeavors that if I hopped on my car and just kept driving ahead, Sooner or later I’d end up right back where I started. I’m self destructive. Tomorrow will come in just a few hours, I will live to see the sunrise, The sunset is still an enigma. My stomach rumbles, I hear a car passing down the road, I reek of bad decisions, I taste iron and dirt on my lips. I can see my reflection in this glass, A child trapped in a well, Angry with me, Caged inside my broken body. If tomorrow I won the million, I’d spend it all on more lottery tickets. That’s probably why I don’t win, Triumph is not for my own good.

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Why do I only suddenly get the urge to change the world or better my life at midnight and when everything is closed?

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Dec 31, 2024

Dec 31, 2024 at 11:18 PM UTC

Midnight Impulses

Why do I only suddenly get the urge to change the world or better my life at midnight and when everything is closed?

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Hold on a little longer Oh heart of mine! Keep on beating just a little further Ticking time bomb of my life Grab on just a little more Till I see my children grow old Know that although I don't treat you well I yearn to see those little moments I'll miss Hold on by God my ever wandering heart Don't fail me now that I'm beginning to live I know I've given you away to many and one And so carelessly much more But oh my breath of air We've learned to love one soul One body, one mind, one heart Life has beat us over and over but through push and shove I beg you heart of mine keep on beating one more time!

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Nov 9, 2024

Nov 9, 2024 at 9:54 PM UTC

Aortic Stenosis

Hold on a little longer Oh heart of mine! Keep on beating just a little further Ticking time bomb of my life Grab on just a little more Till I see my children grow old Know that although I don't treat you well I yearn to see those little moments I'll miss Hold on by God my ever wandering heart Don't fail me now that I'm beginning to live I know I've given you away to many and one And so carelessly much more But oh my breath of air We've learned to love one soul One body, one mind, one heart Life has beat us over and over but through push and shove I beg you heart of mine keep on beating one more time!

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Life is nothing more but the millisecond spent Within the blinking of an eye

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Oct 14, 2024

Oct 14, 2024 at 10:26 PM UTC

On life

Life is nothing more but the millisecond spent Within the blinking of an eye

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Depression is a heavy ***** blanket That wraps you and won’t let go It sometimes becomes cold and soaked And you can’t take it off And it dries and becomes a little lighter But it’s still there It sometimes keeps you warm And it is the only sense of safety that you hold on to in those lonely Sunday afternoons When the only warmth you get is that dreaded blanket That blanket becomes the only thing you know It creates a sense of familiarity that when you don’t feel it draping over you You begin to wonder if you finally have managed to take it off But it’s still there whether light as satin or heavy as wool It will always be there Until that final day when they’re covering you with it in a wooden box

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Aug 27, 2024

Aug 27, 2024 at 6:37 PM UTC

Uncomfortable

Depression is a heavy ***** blanket That wraps you and won’t let go It sometimes becomes cold and soaked And you can’t take it off And it dries and becomes a little lighter But it’s still there It sometimes keeps you warm And it is the only sense of safety that you hold on to in those lonely Sunday afternoons When the only warmth you get is that dreaded blanket That blanket becomes the only thing you know It creates a sense of familiarity that when you don’t feel it draping over you You begin to wonder if you finally have managed to take it off But it’s still there whether light as satin or heavy as wool It will always be there Until that final day when they’re covering you with it in a wooden box

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I’ve learned to lose And by God I’ve been losing lately The last drop of this bottle clings on To the last bit of hope holding on To my heart I miss something I yearn for anything But I don’t know what Tomorrow the sun will rise I will wake hungover Lying on the carpet Still wearing today’s work clothes This isn’t a love poem This is solitude

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Aug 2, 2024

Aug 2, 2024 at 12:27 AM UTC

Born to lose

I’ve learned to lose And by God I’ve been losing lately The last drop of this bottle clings on To the last bit of hope holding on To my heart I miss something I yearn for anything But I don’t know what Tomorrow the sun will rise I will wake hungover Lying on the carpet Still wearing today’s work clothes This isn’t a love poem This is solitude

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