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- JP DeVille Aug 2017
Darling I can't forget you,
I promise you I try,
I pretend I don't care about you,
but the longer I try, the more that I cry.

Love of mine I can't walk away,
I'm unable to stop calling your name,
I cannot simply go day by day,
with a hole in my heart making me lame.

Princess I'm scared,
terrified of the night,
because without you I'm bare,
you and only you were my light.

Sweetheart you're fading from me,
but maybe I already faded from you,
and that's the worst place to be,
in the shadows losing you.
- JP DeVille Aug 2017
"A life time in the cell", said the judge,
"you're going straight to hell!" said the jury.
Sentenced to pay for all my crimes,
to repent for my ***** life and times.
But I have always been a rebel,
some even called me a sort of devil.
I'm not the type to hang with the crowd,
I'm simply not the type to talk aloud.
Back in uni they threw me as an outcast,
even mocked me for my past.
But I have always been a lone wolf,
because there's other things I prefer to engulf.
It is fine for you to call me a renegade,
and watch as my opportunities slowly fade.
But when the lonely wolf comes back,
you better know that he'll be leading the pack.
WZ
- JP DeVille Aug 2017
I awoke a typical summer morning,
with the clock on my wall marking past twelve,
the sun on my window reflected brightly on my face,
I could feel the acid in my stomach slowly burning,
making every bit of saliva in my mouth hard to swelve,
taking away from my appearance what I have left of my grace.
Slowly I dragged my aching body towards the bathroom mirror,
and resting my palms against the sink I simply stared at my reflection,
scanning my scars, my messy hair, and traits that no one will notice,
slower than steady my eyes start getting clearer,
and I begin to pay attention to all my perfect imperfections,
and the fact that the things that make me beautiful,
are the ones that nobody will ever see,
nobody but me.
- JP DeVille Aug 2017
Once upon a time,
there was a man who wanted to live forever.
So he set out to find a way;
he visited monasteries,
studied many religions,
countless beliefs,
he even spoke to many mystics and magicians,
elders and morticians.
He spent his entire life
looking for a cure for death,
but he never could.
He realized death is the cure,
not a disease.
We are bound to be alive,
prisoners of our living freedom.
He spent so much time looking for
a way to live forever,
he forgot to live at all.
- JP DeVille Jul 2017
Never think you're old enough to handle,
lying awake at night past four;
don't scream, don't cry, don't cause a scandal,
simply beware of the darkness you adore,
for the man with the black candle,
always stands behind your door.
- JP DeVille Jul 2017
I was looking at the night sky from a hill,
feeling the fresh breeze kissing my face,
with nothing running through my mind,
except for the portrait of you;
the one I keep on the right wall of my heart.

The moon looked like a giant disco ball,
and the heavens were the dance floors;
the passing satellites were microphones,
you and I were the dancers,
and the stars our record players.

We danced through the constellations,
forming love hearts with our feet.
The minutes became millenniums,
and it was just you and I,
dancing alongside the angels.

But a morning light began ascending,
and the sun arose from the horizon,
burning through the portrait of you:
The music stopped playing,
and my stars were dying out.

My dream became a nightmare,
but it was just reality waking me up,
I was alone in the mountain top.
And it saddened me to see,
you'll be happier without me.
- JP DeVille Jul 2017
Mi labio está partido,
y derrama sangre hasta el suelo,
de tanto que lo eh mordido.
Mi labio está herido,
porque extraña el toque de los tuyos,
de tus besos, tus cariños.
Mi labio como mi oido,
buscan el vibramiento de ti,
de tu voz y de tu aliento.
Mi labio seco y frio,
muere por las aguas dulces de tu amor,
y el cálido refugio de tus labios.
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