"deville" poems
I'm the villain, but how was I supposed to know he had a wife and two children. Twenty-three years of marriage and she contemplates her happily ever after coming to an end……after a miscarriage, another child's death, 23 anniversaries, and 23 year old twins. My sugar daddy lead a double life, but how, how, how……was I supposed to know that he had a wife? It should've registered to me how he always wanted to skip out of town, but how could he lie to his goddess and not see her standing before him in her wedding gown. She hates me……She hates me and I don't blame her, if she decides to **** me and him both, I hope they don't tame her. When this woman walked in with her husband's **** inside of me I felt a rush of excitement, rode him harder and looked her in the eyes as I did it……painful mistakes you make when you're *** addicted. They'll think about how Dad's fake girlfriend is younger than them, but they won't understand, she'll wonder why he stepped out on her with a stripper young enough to be their resting daughter………as she thinks of a backup plan. I know this is wrong, but I might be in love, and this is strong. There's black and there's white, and grey will never be right. But this grey is my sin escalating to a whole new level, I can't leave this man alone………for I am his cruel devil.
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 7:24 PM UTC
I feel like Cruella DeVille,
Smoking a capri
In brand new clothes
Because Christmas
Just happened
Why did, when I opened
All of the gifts from
Family & friends,
Did I long for a person
To step out of a box
And wrap their arms
Around me?
To take them back
To my apartment
So we could sit on
The mattress on the floor
Smoking my little
DeVille cigarettes
And drinking a,
Previously unopened,
Bottle of bourbon
In my now,
Newly gifted
Star Wars mugs
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 11:27 PM UTC
Do you remember that night out by my car.
Daddys Caddy,
bright in the moonlight.
A home for our words, carefully choosen,
sometimes not.
A mutual ground.
A safehaven for thoughts too bold for sunlight.
The darkness helped us, I think.
Protected us from seeing too much,
when too much was being said.
Maybe I was a little drunk.
Thats all it took, some liquid courage,
for you to know that I was sorry.
You touched me then.
Not a "I just want to **** you" touch.
You felt me, deep inside.
You knew the claws of a beast were tearing me down.
Not one that could be tamed,
and could only be suppressed for so long.
He was there and you saw him,
clear in my eyes.
Usually gaurded, fighting him back.
But there he was,
pompous as any.
Jabbing me in the ribs,
"I told you I would get out"
There he was teeth beared and all,
ready to rip me down
right in front of you.
Right in front of my Daddys Caddy.
Claws, teeth and lies.
Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 11:45 PM UTC
For a moment I was Cruella DeVille.
****
Sultry
Sophisticated.
This time is wasn't your scent that lingered
In my hair,
on my clothes,
on my breath.
I left it there.
I want you to notice,
to comment,
to realize
that you have no power over me.
Not now.
You can, but you won't.
Not now.
Perhaps later when your bitterness doesn't envelop me,
Like now.
At least this cigar isn't bitter.
In fact, it's sweet.
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 11:51 AM UTC
Care to elaborate?
There are so many.
Colin Kaepernick, e.g.,
Trying so hard to work the
African-American community--
A useful constituency--to wit:
Barack Obama, no stranger to ********
Then there's Donald Trump:
Like Andy Dufresne who "crawled
Through a river of **** he expects to
Come out "Clean on the other side."
And lest we forget: Hilary.
Mrs. Clinton uses ******** like magic.
She's Cruella Deville disguised as
Glinda the Good Witch in Oz.
Just ask Bill.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 11:53 PM UTC
Old Wheels
You were only 12 years old.
1989 Cadillac DeVille
The color of the sun’s first glance
Inside and out.
The time we shared together
Going everywhere; going anywhere
The power under your wheels
Roaring like a magniloquent king.
Where have you gone
Since our departure?
What have you seen
With your ambitious eyes?
Who now handles your wheel
And enjoys your comforting throne?
Without you, I have settled.
Without your humble hospitality
Without your stubborn pedals
Without your vast storage
Of experience.
Perhaps one day, we shall meet
Again.
Perhaps to tame the wild beast
Once again.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
Gold Tooth
Young in youth
Lies having no truth
Driving the Chevrolet Deville
Player in a reality role to fill
Honey’s by the Gangster side
They are enjoying the cruising ride
Especially when the car maneuvers sideways, up and down
This is where the honey’s become ***** all around
A night of love caught in the moment bound
Being a Gangster one had to be tough
Survival in a big way where one had to be rough
At times, Gangster rivals want to invade where they don’t belong
The battle was on no matter how long
There would often be fights with shots
There might even be a sinister plot
There was no whether or not
The key one must survive
Proving being the Gangster who would be standing
Gangster Lean Man
It meant “HANDLE YOUR BUSINESS”
The theory in being mean
Solid having a lean
Gangster being the true man of the streets
Competition upon competition
Actual hood evens repetition
But with one edition
The Gangster being the player I am and was meant to be will be something the whole world will see.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC