- JP DeVille

- JP DeVille Jan 13

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 smell 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.

- JP DeVille Jan 1

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?

- JP DeVille Nov 2024

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!

A poet once said
"Traveler, there is no road;
you make your own path as you walk.
As you walk, you make your own road,
and when you look back
you see the path
you will never travel again."

- JP DeVille Oct 2024

On life

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

- JP DeVille Aug 2024

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

- JP DeVille Aug 2024

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

- JP DeVille Jun 2024

On Solitude

I learned to like it
Alone atop the mountain
Lonely is the mind