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A Duvall Jul 2013
ive written you so many ******* love letters
and i want           
 to burn                  
them all.
because i don't know
how you feel about me.
at all.
i wonder if you like me.
though we talk every day.
ive never sent a single letter.
because
your as unreadable as a brick
as strange to me as the insides of my bedroom wall.
like them, the only thing i see is whats on your outside.
outside you are this calm genius.
so wonderful and sad.
but inside
i do know
you have monsters.
demons and fears.
and my love letters
or my smile pressing against my ears
they cant cure insanity
or depression
which plagues you
much like im plagued
by my love of you.
A Duvall Jun 2013
garden child
veins made of stems
covered in flowers
with lilac limbs
breathing out life
brimming with strife
'cause she knows
as do we
that withered
she soon will be
surrounded by eyes
held up by lies
our garden child pretends
that her season will not end
A Duvall Feb 2013
I like you
Kind of in the way that I like broccoli
Sometimes youre almost perfect,
sometimes there's a bit too much cheese.
And other times..
Youre much too raw.

Maybe, I should just stop eating broccoli.
A Duvall Feb 2013
I think I regret more than I breathe
And i make my eyes stay wide
but then i can't see
And my throat aches so I sing
And Im lonely
And just plain tired
of being me
A Duvall Feb 2013
some people call me dense
or ignorant
but that's not it.
i'm deep.
so far inside myself
that i can't see.
the world from inside
is so unclear
i cannot understand reality
or anything i hear

sometimes my mind surfaces
a shade or two
and i gain some type of clarity,
so i can hear you
i can feel
in these moments
and its exiting
and cold.
like the world is so raw
outside my soul.
the harshness
of your cutting words-
i'm unprepared
and under dressed
for the real world.
A Duvall Feb 2013
The devil cries
because hes tired of the dark.
Do you think god grieves
down in his heart?
we are all gods children,
but it seems to me
that good and bad can get hard to tell apart.

the devils tears are sweeter than the rain
because he feels the world
and knows its his pain
there's much sadness in the world
and if hes to blame
don't you think even he
would feel some shame?

i can be cruel and i can be kind
do you think evil rests in my mind?
what if there were only you and me
and what we make of this world,
left alone like children
we will fall to our knees.
to escape from our greed.

If you'd admit to the evil in your soul
And saw that God would not fix it..
Would you wish for a cure?
With earthly ways we can save our days


The gods have bigger games to Play..
A Duvall Feb 2013
feed me.
im starving.
i want your calories,
i crave your sweetness
but i run from your fruit
and your caress on my lips.
because i fear
that you will be insubstantial,
detrimental-
making my hunger grow.
i try to hide because
i do not know that im dying
until you feed me
and i hunger for more
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