"demetrius" poems
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J o h n
Dillinger
"P retty Boy"
F l oyd "Baby
Face" Nelson
Al "Scarface"
Capone "Ma
c h i ne Gun"
Kelly Charles
"Lucky" Lucia
no B u g s y
Siegel Carlo
Gambino Jack
Diamond Tom
Devaney Jame
s Coonan D a
wood Ibrahcan Kray Brothers
Demetrius Flenory Joaquin Guzman
James Burke Meyer Lansky
Bonnie Clyde
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
"I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,
The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:
Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,
Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,
Unworthy as I am, to follow you."
Now you see, I am your spaniel, no matter now much you hurt me, I will always be faithful to you, I will always be yours.
You could break my heart one million times, and it would still rebuild itself to fit you.
I am unworthy of you, but still I am drawn to you.
I am broken, but you can fix me.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 7:31 AM UTC
Simplistic majestic magician
That weaves cloth
Of nothing that is supposed fine
Round about fanatics
With no one around
But the mechanics
We are the lost age
With no sage but the voice
Of a 70's page
We revolt against
Nothing
But the sins of common human torture
Could it be?
Could it be?
That we have reached a modern
Utopia washed over with numbers and bummers?
"Eee gad!" screams the man
"Too bad!" says the unclad band
"So sad!" says the rest of the pickled sand
Young reefs bubbling in a restless wheeze
Torture awaits the man that sits in ye' pasture
Time is no friend of yours or
Mine
Bricks break faster then the heart does
For they build buildings
Where hearts can break
Inside themselves
As doves shatter in winged' flight
All the while blinking alone
In the blankness of the starry hot night
Ohh Demetrius that awaited a party
That never got started
Because he believed it was cool to be tarty
Too see is to
See
What your head
Wants to believe
Another night past round the blast
Where Chicago blistered bleakly
And the lights were turned right out
Out and fast and out and cast
Fish a' bleedin' orange
Orange and rocky sands
A letter opened itself
To a lover that did not
Want to feel or see
She read it out loud
To the pitch of a sound
She never meant to reach
Imaginary sentimentalists
That persuade themselves
That they are no man
Nor hold no
Robotic hand
They are
The children
Of the
Evolution
Evolution.
What a silly
Bourgeois
Excuse
To me
Tis' just another excuse
To fend off
The
Noose
May 9, 2011
May 9, 2011 at 11:19 PM UTC
Do you remember me
like I remember you?
Shakespeare class together
in our hippie high school
I remember our legs entwined
lying on our backs and sharing
one volume; you played Demetrius
to my Helena; it was spring
unfolding all around us
and like the most obvious
O'keefe sort of bloom
we filled up every corner
of that room with our untried
adolescence
(the teacher, frustrated and stern
only because I was ******* him
too)
By the end of that summer
my Demetrius had landed in
a cell- he could throw a good brick
through the window of anywhere
I asked but, alas, he couldn't do it
well
Come senior prom one year later
I had forgotten all about him
and he about me; forty years
later we seem to have got
everything we craved, that is
everything but the real thing
and that's good enough for
me
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC
The film just ended
and I am faithfully here,
waiting.
Independently of my dependence on you
and that now
I am not concerned about my concerns,
I wait, for your message
because I have sacrificed quite a bit
for such an uncertain reward as your love might be
—I almost wrote lofe—,
and waiting for a reply is a bit quieter.
I'm sure you must be busy,
I am busy too,
thinking 'bout you,
waiting
like I have been for months I guess,
till you realised that
I am not the only one in need of the other.
During this wandering,
'Have you answered?'
that's my ocassional wondering,
but I check, and you haven't.
Doesn't matter. I just wanted to write
while I wait. Somewhat patiently.
(Laughs)
However, it is close to 01:30, thus,
as said my role, Demetrius,
in our adaptation or version:
"I'm tired. I think I'll get some rest."
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
You are the light that yonder window breaks.
Like Yorick I knew you well.
You are the Demetrius to my Helena.
The Romeo to my Rosaline.
My unrequited love.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 6:35 AM UTC
you cut open my core and threw my insides at the walls
with all of your indecencies and heedless galaxies
that i'd try to explore, but you kept closed, and gravity;
my feet on the ground as they should be,
as musicians and stupid poets like me
dedicate promises we're positive don't change how you love.
and i figure you to be my supernova.
this abominable disaster you've caused transformed me into
the ink blots splattered and messy and unconstitutional cracks
in the ceiling that we think to fix but never quite have enough spackle.
and i'm **** at sewing, but you force me to stitch myself back
together for days and weeks until i said,
"i want you out of my life"
even though we both knew i was lying and desperate to feel
something because ****** romantics like me
want hermia and lysander,
not demetrius and helena.
and we can't think without the noise of each other and the
constant loose ends that fray,
and time and time again imissyouimissyouimissyou.
and my silence, your silence is the loudest heartbreak i know,
and beethoven never had these problems because he could feel
and he knew that fire and hearts do not mix,
and neither should deceit,
but pretty boy you tore out my heart with burning hands and kept
it in your back pocket with all the others,
and i never said otherwise because at least i was something to you
even if our hearts beat to different drums,
and explosions,
and cracked ribs that you'd like to take because my heart wasn't enough and you needed pieces of me to make yourself feel whole.
and i wish i was a little more selfish because i'm stuck with a
carcass of my old self and the buzzards don't care of the
shell i am now; made up of frozen sno cones, and your eyes.
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
Blazing down the midnight streets, driving faster with every beat.
The higher the mile, the bigger the smile.
At this great speed, they felt at peace.
Hoping that it would finally allow them to outrun their life of greif.
Lights flicker, fingers numb.
It hurts so much.
Knives claw through the memories.
Faster.
"Please!", they cry out.
Fingers release, speeds increase.
There it was.
Clarity.
"Amy is right, Chad ***** major ***
She drove her pink Hummer to the sorority house.
"Yaaaaas, Queeeeeeen!"
They yelled.
"Chadsworth is gone!"
Cheers went round and their souls rebound.
But Chad was near, he always was, because Chad was an interdimensional demon.
1063629 was it's /name/
Sorority in flames, ladies Instagraming the pain.
1063629 sees this and claims
"/names not found/ feel pain! Emote!"
Empty space.
1063629 cries.
It is alone again.
Soul shattered in the war of JPSL20.
Alone in shame of loss.
Tears of an interdimensional demon.
Like glue.
Glue.
I love you too.
Glue cracked the sky.
Crazy glue.
Stuck on you.
Glue cracked the earth.
Hades ruptures beneath.
Hellspawn rise up from the shattered surface realm.
Glue.
The new savior lost, in a battle with the demon 1063629.
In 46-70 the Lord of Demetrius defeated the beast once known as; 1063629.
Glue was the cure.
Earth sealed with glue.
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 2:50 AM UTC
O Demetrius, must you pass
cracked in pieces of
less than half
A stutter-step,
a flourish of anguish?
Is there no other way
to get others to give?
To get away
with a scream
a fake laugh?
O otherworldly psychic
street map of distress
if only your loop turned
and brought you back
from the middle of the street
wild-eyed you shriek
your backpack split
to the yellow-toothed freaks
traffic and flashing lights
an orchestra of heat
O Demetrius,
dance the worst dance
that humans do:
The Outcast
unwanted, misconstrued
Harbinger of discord
unlike the others
the streets hold
You're a dusted angel
with a busted wing
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
I thought that I was going to be swept off my feet,
having the wind knocked from my lungs,
feeling as enamored with you as I did almost ten years ago.
I was wearing that magenta color again, trying to be a version of myself from back then.
Spring and summer are not my seasons but **** when you reached out I knew I had to try.
I wanted to try.
I had reached a plateau of almost overcoming my self hatred and I wanted to be more confident, strong, dare I say appealing?
I felt as though I was at the edge of a cliff, a dangerous precipice:
What if it would be weird?
Really, it was more: what if he thinks I’m worse than who I was before?
Honestly, it was: what if he thinks I’m fat?
Worst comes to worst, I would just leave- vanish mysteriously without even saying goodbye.
When I saw you I felt so light, happy-
it was as if you were exactly the same.
I mean honestly you still looked so good.
I kept saying: “It’s like you haven’t changed at all”.
And you said: “I have been so worn down”,
And that shook me and made me really look at you differently.
You are such a humble person.
You are so interesting and insightful and talking with you makes me feel like I am meeting you again for the first time.
Seeing you again brought up so many feelings, but the strongest ones were that I wish I would have gotten to really know you back then instead of being obsessed with the idea of who you were. Or who you could have been to me.
I want to get to know you better, now that we both have grown into who we really are.
I’m proud of you.
You are proud of me.
Amazing what almost ten years can do.
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 6:16 PM UTC