Dev - Hello Poetry

Dev Aug 2018

Some girls eat burgers instead of salads
Some use more sugar than spice
Some link their insta directly to the bloodstream
Some pump themselves full of ice
Some girls will drink themselves into a hole
Where some girls may never come out
Some girls will split themselves open
Just so they don’t have to feel the doubt
Some girls will break you or make you
Just to make themselves whole
Some girls will beat you, demean you,
Some girls will never grow old.
Some girls eat burgers instead of salads
And are crucified for being unhealthy
But in the scheme of things, it’s not the worst.
I’d rather be carb loaded and love wealthy.

Dev Aug 2018

The situation has changed. Stop crying tears over masculinity and supposed blue *****

I really feel awful, I must admit
That now I am avoiding you.
See, I am embarrassed- quite a bit
Because I’ve broken another promise to you.

But you must understand when I said I wanted a man,
I didn’t like myself.
And now that I do (or am at least trying to)
I really couldn’t give a ****

If you’ve got blue *****, I couldn’t care less
There’s incognito for that very purpose
If you’re sad and alone, go pick up the phone,
I know for certain there’s girls waiting for you.

But for now leave me be, allow me my peace
And stop blowing up my phone!!
Because I talked to you when I hated myself,
But now I know I deserve more than you

Dev Aug 2018

Price tag

if there’s a price tag on my heart
I guess it’s set too steep
I’ve often made a round at the auctions
Only to end and weep
For I think that perhaps the quality
Of the goods underwhelms for the price
When for half as costly you’d have a *****
Who looks about twice as nice.
And perhaps that is my problem,
That if they’re beautiful they must be a *****
Maybe I like myself so little,
That to like any other is a chore.
And maybe the price on my heart shouldn’t be set at all
Maybe I should be the one
With my heart, in love to fall.

“Learn to love yourself before anyone else can”

Aug 2018

Nyx

Half of the same blood

Dear Older brother
You're never around
My Dear older brother
it's seemed you've dropped your crown

I've grown up knowing you merely by name
I didn't grow up with you
I haven't seen your bad days
Thou I do know somethings to be true

I know of a niece of mine
She a daughter of yours
Her name is Brianna
I still remember after all these years

She's kind and sweet
very loud and obnoxious
though you neglected her
She's always been quite cautious

You're the ghost of the family
The so called black sheep
Disappearing from existence
though nobody seemed to weep

In the past you were quite the rebel
You grew **** in pots
Shoved them high in the trees
But that was a terrible hiding spot

I heard father tell me
You were part of the wrong crowd
You became a well known drug dealer
Going around this old town

I called you awhile ago
To inform you grandma died
But you didn't know who i was
Don't worry about it I replied

Half the same blood
We hold in our bodies
But clearly nothing alike
We aren't carbon copies

I wish though sometimes within the night
That you could have been a real brother
And a real father to your daughter
Instead of a stranger like any other

But time passes like everything else
There is no point hoping for the impossible
So to my so called dear older brother
I hope you can care for somebody
If thats even possible

Nick

#brother #gone #drugs #lost #blacksheep

Dev Aug 2018

Hidden

Hidden underneath a rainbow
Hidden in that beaming smile
Hidden in your scornful venom
Hidden in that cunning wile
Hidden in the deepest crevice
Hidden in the widest crack
Hidden in your nightly terrors
Hidden in you talking smack
Hidden in your warm embrace
Hidden in your cool demeanour
Hidden under your made up face
Hidden in a vivid dreamer
Hidden in a plethora
Of weird and wonderful things
Is a weird and wonderful being
Who does make me sing
Hidden in everything
Is you

The real you.

Aug 2018

Nyk

8/7/18

"Why God?" He asked, tears threatening to spill over. He picked at the metal of the train track as if it would fix his broken heart.
And then when he least expected it, God said.
"You'll never be enough, and for that, I am sorry."

Dev Aug 2018

memorabilia

There is a scar on my heart,
from when you crashed into me
and cut it wide open.
Don't mistake, it wasn't broken.
Simply just open.
And you stared at me
with your deep brown eyes
lashes long like spider silk
and i thought to myself
'boys shouldn't have lashes that long.'
'it makes them too beautiful'
'boy shouldn't be that beautiful'
And i remember when i cried,
and you hugged me
you didnt hug anyone
but we were alone,
and no one could've seen.
I remember your thumb drawing circles
and i forgot i was supposed to be crying
because that **** thumb
was driving my nervous system
into a wreckage of anxiety
and love.
I remember you painting
something from your video game
you were happy that day
and we mucked around.
You splattered paint across my
good white schoolshirt
I had to throw it out.
but I didn't,
because it was you
it was us
...
before you left anyways.

So i finally threw it out,
the last remnant of our
time together.
the final piece of memorabilia.
I don't think you'll care but
I thought you should know.