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Devyn Batchelder Sep 2012
You hide away from others
People just don't don't know who you are
That loneliness must smother
I wonder how far you can bother
So reserved in your emotions
I'm forced to wonder what for
Hiding away from your life
You stay inside all day,
Depression under too much strife
Beside the bed you never sway
Silence is louder than words
You accidentally express
Everything we need to know
Devyn Batchelder Jan 2012
The old man looks into a child’s eyes
His fingers stretch over the cold trigger
There is a hint of sadness in his eyes

To a certain extent he is glad
Why is more than he can figure
The old man looks into a child’s eyes

That was all he had
To be happy like a child when sadness would linger
There is a hint of sadness in his eyes

The gun is loaded, he feels anger and fear
As the trigger will not buckle under his finger
The old man looks into a child’s eyes

There is a sad detail I see here
There are no bullets in the chamber, yet the persistence lingers
There is a hint of sadness in his eyes.

If there was a bullet to be had, perhaps he could be a little happier
To move on from this forgotten memoir, to finally pull the trigger
The old man looks into a child’s eyes
There is a hint of sadness in his face.
Devyn Batchelder Jan 2014
The seeds sewn in dishonesty.
Devyn Batchelder Jun 2012
It's hard to forget something like that
It's hard to seal away that moment in time.
To look someone straight in the eyes,
And to understand.
It's profundity leaving you dumb.
Thoughts circling down the drain,
Rushing across your skin.
It's hard to not understand
That energy
To devalue it's intensity.
Devyn Batchelder Mar 2012
Blue cascade pours down
Bathes the soul in purity
Water flows past rocks.
Devyn Batchelder Jun 2012
Fanged beasts turn their heads again
They sink their venom inside me
They thrive on this feast
Their venom flows through this body
Forcing me to rebuild myself in stone
I created these beasts
So leave me and the beasts alone
I'll destroy them all....

Open their skulls.
Devyn Batchelder Mar 2012
Every stumble
Every heartache
Every pain
Every frustration
Every disappointment
Every aspect of waking in the morning
With the repulsive taste of gall in my mouth
Leads me to a forest of bleakness
Builds inside of me a bastion of insouciance
That protects me from the bitter barbs
Of emotional constraints
That prevent me from drowning my mind
In the empty void of null
This flesh is a prison for my mind
Let me destroy it.
Let it become nurturing soil.
Devyn Batchelder Feb 2012
Today's the day my friend
Today's the day
I see parts of myself
Disappear with you...
I see these shards
Crystalline fragments glimmer so vividly
As they fall into so many moments of time.
I am left to pick up the pieces,
Knowing they are part of something I can never repair.
Today, the only things I care about are yesterdays...
Because those were the only times that I could touch you.
That was the only time I could look you in the eye,
And bear witness to the gaze of a true friend.
I remember those whispers
I try to understand what you said
Devyn Batchelder Jan 2012
the echoes of tales
across a panorama of boulders
archaic, primitive textures on the rock
tells a history hidden from history
a forgotten aeon buried in modernity
and carved into the stone
sent into the stone...
the heritage of unremembered past
runes of neolithic
power and energy
the power of the ancient gods
heathenic energies
the echoes of magic
buried by the material
still small slivers remain in our minds
of an ancestrial lineage
in our embrace of concrete and steel
repressed in our psyche...
the internal might of pagan divinity.
Devyn Batchelder Jan 2014
Shivering as I focus my mind on one ephemeral year,
Where our minds bade each other
To connect in one unified glowing sphere.
Devyn Batchelder Jul 2012
The evening has arrived and the Sun has become weary                                                            
Goodnight                                                       ­                                                 
The stars have come to reclaim the deepest blue                                                             ­             
Speckling across the dark wide blanket of the cosmos                                                           ­           
Goodnight                                                       ­                                                   
The daylight has faded and your energy has been taxed                                                            ­      
Perhaps it was a productive day....                                                          ­                                          
                      ­                                    perhaps not
But the evening calls and the night follows                                                          ­                              
The mysticism and superstition is heralded by cricket calls                                                            ­  
Reality becomes enervated  now, rest your head on the pillow.                                                        
Nirvana inside of the null............................                                 ­                                                         
Finally­, Goodnight.
Devyn Batchelder Mar 2013
It is in the air
It lingers and makes it all still
It brings in the grey
It comes, it's here to stay
It kills the breeze
It hangs from the trees
It's inside me
It grins as it looks at her
I keep it away with my plea
It still lingers, as it's hindered
I do what I can to try to make us free.
Devyn Batchelder Jan 2012
A stone monolith sits in the middle of a frozen field. It has seen many a eon, many civilizations fall and rise, many many years in it's cold position. Its face once that of a mighty god or a worshiped king, is all that remains. It's chiseled grimace forever juxtaposed on its stony countenance. Throughout its still existence, this grimace never disappears. All times will this grimace will endure.
The snow falls down over its impenetrable skull. It bears no notice, only surreal patience, as it slowly awaits oblivion. Oblivion! All its thoughtless mind are set on it, forever counting the days it does not know with numbers it does not know. There is no comfort here. All is frozen, all is cold. It had never chosen to lay here, yet lay here it must.
Eternally till it is dust, it is counting with numbers it does not know the days it does not know. It reminiscences on past events it witnessed, but does not recall. The wars, the disasters and the plagues.... It has bared through all with the same grimace as the creatures subjected to the horrors kneeled before it in reverence, offering it sacrifices and soul. It towered above these pitiful creatures, it watched with eyes that do not see as they trembled in its wake, following orders it did not speak. Ignoring prayers it did not hear.
So obediently did these creatures obey what it did not say! Dutifully did they destroy their own and all around them. Faithfully did they create this ****** field of barren nothingness, thee circumspect watchers of the monolith's will. An empty scourge to what once was. Beautiful landscapes of yesteryear now turned from sprawling green to turn into frozen ash, forever recounting the final moments of misery on this lifeless realm, a misery that surrounded the monolith in its final days. Consistently reflecting off of its stone grimace before it all faded away with the last life.
As the eternal years past and the amaranthine smog lies overhead, the monolith sits in the middle of a frozen field. There is no comfort here. The snow has turned to thermonuclear ash years ago. All is frozen, all is cold. It had never chosen to lay here, yet lay here it must.
Quietly it does. Frozen in place, in a frozen field where nothing grows. The strong face of monolith is all that remains. The face surveys the empty landscape before it forevermore.
Devyn Batchelder Jan 2012
I'm drawing
I don't know what, where
I'm drawing these lines somewhere
I'm thinking of the past
I'm trying to predict the future
I'm drawing

I'm trying to find my own blood
I'm trying to fit it in my own veins
I'm drawing these lines somewhere

A fottress in my mind
A sanctuary for all I find
I'm drawing

These lines dictate who I am
These lines are extensions of me
I'm drawing these lines somewhere

Without these I am not me
Without them I cannot see
I'm drawing
I'm drawing these lines somewhere
Devyn Batchelder Dec 2013
Miracles lay behind decimals
In this domain of imminent decay
They tread drearily
Coming and going
But hardly making a difference at all
Dwindling happenstances
Going unperceived by untrained eyes
Ephemeral, glowing thoughts
That transcend into dull, mere materiality
But they don't really matter at all.
Devyn Batchelder Sep 2012
I see the world uninterrupted
A split second to you
Becomes years for me
I cannot blink
I see things you choose to ignore
I'm a man with no eyelids
I see things you cannot see
I can't shut out the world that disturbs me
One bad day separates you from me
Devyn Batchelder Jun 2014
Peering through a window in space...
Have you ever wanted something so bad
Tears ran down your face whenever you thought of it?
   A language understood in tears

   An ardor for self-depreciation...

...Or a taste for what cannot be.
It will send spirals down your taste buds for now

But that sinking boat in your chest doesn't go away.
Devyn Batchelder Jan 2014
We're crumbling apart from the inside
And our bodies have grown cold
The snow is starting to settle in
As we close our doors
As the winter freezes me over

This earth remains still
The absence of activity is almost eerily fit
I'm cursing a ghost as it glimmers by
I hate it for it's intangibility
More than anything,
I want it to tell me everything's okay,

that the warmth in this solitude is not the only fleeting comfort

But this winter is far from over
Mirrors on every icy street corner
Threaten to black out my very life
Devyn Batchelder Dec 2013
Thought of haiku
Went to write the **** thing down
Left as it came; fast
Devyn Batchelder Jan 2012
Stay here.
Your body's aroma a fetid aura of self gratification, for null.
Compulsory movements towards recompense as a reward for...
For melting. For rotting. For the day to day grind.
For this post-industrial nightmare
That has found a home in your apperception.
It is wrong to write the song.
It has already been written for you.
Stay here.
It is wrong to be strong.
Devyn Batchelder Aug 2012
Death came to me
Death froze it's impression in my brain
Cut open my heart
Showed me real pain
And I swear I heard voices
Telling me things I didn't understand
Layered on top of each other

The aftermath of my choices
Now I'm left with less
No matter what
I know it'll be my fault.
Devyn Batchelder Jan 2012
I walked to the phone
I fell down
I was reminded of my mistakes
My words were useless
Once again...
My words were useless
Devyn Batchelder Jun 2014
Your opinion only serves to waste my time
In your eyes, my crime; impunity
I reap my consequences as I see fit
Crumbling seasons and clockwork in my eyes
Victims of self-intelligentsia

Suffering of structural order I did not define...
Merely collatoral damage
Suffer no guilt, those who disrupt
The suffering of liberation
Is ultimately benign
Devyn Batchelder Jun 2014
the most beautiful face
figment of my mind
the all of you,
the journeys have ended
the trials begun
change is death
death is within my grasp

nothing went anywhere
that hasn't already gone
cold tributes to fates unrevealed
cradling downward
seizing everything
except my mastery
death is acceptance
I'm alive because I reject to accept
Change is inevitable
new orders formed and scattered by disarray
the strongest will survive

you are vivid to me now.
your sorrows are mine
your happiness reflects mine
supreme in compassion
your words are my torch

change is death.
Will is the sword
inevitability shall yield to.
Love is the water
nourish us into health.
Devyn Batchelder Jun 2012
I am you, make no mistake
If you're sincerely convinced that I am fake
Just take a look in the mirror.
Through these words I exist
As long as your sense of self persists
Because the truth of your existence
Is the truth of mine accordingly
I'm the entity,
In which you place your identity

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