A Poem A Day Keeps The Demons At Bay

Feb 2018

devante moore

Reflect

I can’t look at myself in the mirror because I’m scared of what I might see
The man looking in
Outspoken and proud
Artistic and witty
His head seems to be in the clouds
And man he’s got a great smile
But the man that’s looking out
Pouts
Bags hang low like luggage
Eyes redder then freshly killed shark prey
You can tell his been crying for awhile
His lips sealed shut
His one black tooth makes him ashamed to smile
But the man looking in says
This tooth makes me unique
Yeah only and idiot would believe that too
I can’t look at myself In the mirror
It’s to easy to peak into my broken soul
I’m corrupted down to my roots
And I’ve tried yanking them out
But there’s no use
My reflection is so ugly
But i guess I did this to myself

Feb 2018

devante moore

Selene

I’ve never known you
I wish that wasn’t true
You live inside of me
I can hear your footsteps echoing
As they pound against pine wood floors in your bedroom
You’ve must have decided on the room in my head to lay you own
Because when you sleep I can feel your snoring trickling into my jaw bones
And redecorating must not be your forte
It tickles me how you clumsily drop things everyday
You nail at my skull constantly
As you try to get the frames you banged in to stay
And god I hate it when the hammer catches your nail
Because when you yell
Your screams rings in my ear
Like a small child playing with a doorbell
When you dust it’s hell
It gets caught in my nose
Like gum on clothes
Buts it’s all worth it
Because when you laugh it sets a fire In my soul
And makes me wish I wasn’t so cold
It seems as so
Your the girl of my dream
But the thought of loving someone like you
Dies behind my eyes

Feb 2018

devante moore

Untitled

Sip sip
That's all he ever did
Until the words that fell off his lips became slurred
Afterwards
His verbal abuse were mimicked by his fist
Sip sip is all he ever did
He drank so much
He would stumble through the house
Like his vision was blurred
He sips until the liquor was the sweat that poured out of his skin
He sipped until his kidneys began to fail
His drinks was his cell
And he drank even more because he could not make bail
His pain was deep
So he drank until he’d fall over
Crack his skull and eventually fall asleep
In the morning through the halls
Were the echoes of him weeping over broken picture frames
Faceless portraits
No more family
Abandoned by friends
So he stood above the sink
And began to drink
And what hurt him the most
He could never make it up to his kids
So he drank until the faceless portraits
Had no names

Couldn’t think of a title...

Feb 2018

devante moore

Wild West

I’m a cowboy
Chasing the sunset
No breaks
No rest
No intermissions to catch my breath
Hand on the neck of my whip
Choking It until my fingers turn red
The sound, so satisfying so crisp
As it rips through the hairs of my steed
Provoking it
To use it’s full speed
On a crying horse I ride
Birds above screech
They’re feathers falling from the sky
Possession, abandoned on the dusty plain
This is the path of my own choosing
I pray the lord my souls to keep
Because i plan not to make it home
I’m a cowboy
That chases the sunset
And I’ll continue to
Until I’m dead
Or until it makes me feel alive

A friend of mind say reading this confused her :) I guess it only makes sense in my head
-P.s if you think you know what it’s about I’d like to know your thoughts :)

Feb 2018

Paul Hardwick

If, was, Might.

IF?

If had been
then it was it might have been
just was not what it was
but all it could have been
somtimes think it was all that it was
but just have might have been all it was not
that brings me a smile
o those golden days
of old
no !
wait might have thought of someting
no sorry just teasing.

P@ul. ***.

Feb 2018

Poetic T

Weaving What The Eyes See

I was woven in the collection
of your weaving. But was I the
illegitimate thread of so many
stitches that were woven incorrectly.

But within the faults,weren't there
patterns that were unique to the fashion
of what were meant as perfection.
But was perfection diluted beyond sight.

#eyes #what #see #patterns #collection

Feb 2018

devante moore

Regrets of a fallen hero

If you needed help
I was there to save the day
No superpowers
No cape
But I’d carry your pain
Off into the folds of space
And sacrifice my happiness
Just to see a smile or your face

Whenever you felt like you had nothing left
And wanted to give your last breath
Just to walk on the side of death
I was there
To offer my life force
Just so you could live on

If you felt weak
I was there
To be that pillar for you to step on
I’d be your strength
I could handle it all
I thought I was that strong

But when I slipped and fell
Could no longer deflect bullet shells
When my flesh was under destress
I couldn’t count on any of you
There was no one there
To yell
To encourage
Or motivate me to get up

Defeated
No longer devoted to his crusade
Broken
No longer in the business to save
You’re so called hero
Has joined the other side
Where stealing, hurting and pain pays

Feb 2018

devante moore

Poem #402

SOS
Help please
Shooting flares in the air
Notice me
Heart racing
Heaving breathing
I can’t breathe
I feel pain
And the strain to smile
Is to much for me
There’s a man in the mirror looking at me
And he’s obviously hurting
His eyes blood shot red
Nails blackened
Skin peeling
Hair missing
Clothes ripped
He’s obviously dead

Feb 2018

Poetic T

Never Reading You Correctly

I had entangled within her verses
                    that were never totally coherent
upon every verse.
               She spelt it in dyslexic
      dramatization  that I never understood.

We were meant to spell every movement,
                but we tripped over every emotion,
                and you were the thorn within me.
We never understood each others sentiment.

#understood #thorn #entngled #love #misunderstood

Feb 2018

Poetic T

You Swallow Only Yourself

Make me an enemy
and ill whisper praise
upon your corroding
                           morality.

Even though I smile,
           its an illusion
of my fermenting anger.
    Always boiling beneath a surface.

I know you think your
            the centre of everything,
but your a black hole of everything
                     that swallows you beneath.

#self #hate #hole #everything #swallow

Feb 2018

Poetic T

Never The Poster Couple Of Love

We could never be that poster couple
              so we ripped it up...
Cardboard cut-out wannabes.

We were the arguing every
                          4 minutes kind of love,
Never knowing what we would be.

From the moment of our mornings,
           we each wondered were we
      hurricanes in teacups or soft breezes.

We were never going be soppy smiles
            more like smiles
                and words that threw our
true emotions out there.

#love #argumant #morining #wonder