Devon: Poems

Devon May 2013

sun browned skin
wild haired girl
barefoot running
ducking touching collecting watching
alone
laughing dreaming

dreaming

barefoot green eyed
wild girl
chasing

*chasing what?

during the summer, when I was young I would wake up in the mornings and hop out my bedroom window. Miles of rural scrubland would beckon me out - Miles of game trails, miles of space, no people. And a sort of freedom I have not known since, and fear I never will again.

With Every New Day

Devon Feb 2015

With Every New Day

In rising
rush, rush
rushing up
and with barely time to collect
I fall.

Fear at first rushes
wide & consumes
with every new cresting

But slowly, I accept
and embrace
this wild turbulence
that awakens
every molecule of my being.

*I am alive.

Worst moment ever

Devon Apr 2014

Worst moment ever

I crushed a little piece of her,
my strong little girl.
Her face blank, cheeks flushed red and eyes glossing over

she faked a smile, made a noise
and ran.

just like her mother.
and I sat with wind knocked out of me heart stopped for a moment.
a moment of mourning
for the innocence just lost.

I’m so sorry baby
I love you more than all of life. and I pray that by following my heart, *you will learn to do the same.

wrapped in his warmth with a wandering mind...

Devon May 2015

wrapped in his warmth with a wandering mind...

I do believe the universe brings us what we want.
There are just not many things that are wanted
in such a way that I wanted love.

in such a way that I wanted you.

and I think, maybe,
when you want something
truly, deeply, totally - at the very root of your being -
the request you make upon the universe
is made in a different language
- it rises above the mediocre desires and societal wants…

and that's when the universe hears you.

*So what do you really want?

Cheese!

#love #stargazing #warmth #listening

Yeah, I think i'm gone...

Devon May 2014

Yeah, I think i'm gone...

down
down
down
the rabbit hole

I so willingly go
as more reserved facets of my self
scream NO!

but I can't find the will to stop
fingers,  probing flesh,
mouth    exploring
places            foreign

deeper

deeper

down

your voice is gone

Devon May 2013

your voice is gone

in anger I demanded
proof
of your existence

unable to comply

in anger
I sent you away
banished you from my head
i said
i hated you

but i lied
i lied
i lied
i lied

should you ever find this
if you still hear me
if you are real or imaginary

i'm sorry
sorry
sorry

*please forgive me

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