"devin" poems
It’s not a ranking or an achievement
As if far from the “top.”
It’s an advancement
Starting from the “first place”;
The greater magnitude being a positive progression.
It’s not even a race in the “first place.”
A dual-digit place marker can and should indicate you’re moving forward.
At this point, you meet the requirements and criteria
For adult access to many sights, tastes,
And times.
Of course, that’s not the ultimate cause of celebration
For being in [the] “23rd place.”
When you’re in [the] 23rd place, you’re in a comfortable position
And not necessarily at a crucial extremum of attention.
There will be those behind and those in front,
So, though you keep your own pace nevertheless,
To know you’re no longer in first place,
Yet not in last place of your course of path,
Means that you have some to teach
And still some who may offer pointers, tips, tricks, inspirations,
And the gift of encounter, however brief or long.
There are many who long to be in first place or last place
Because the extrema tend to get the recognition.
The important insight is to recognize that, not only do the numbers matter little,
But you can make them stand out, like the number 23.
There’s random selection, too, amid those spontaneous humor-goers,
And then there’s placement and fixation
With purpose, sincerity, and intention.
You’re 23 not solely based on record
Or coincidence;
You’re 23 because you lived out the previous age
In every way: what you missed, what you learned, what you offered,
And what you planted.
On your birthday and every day,
The newness longed for arrives in a time not desired or unwanted,
But at a time just right, which still causes waves of pain and waves of relief
Across space anyway. Happy Birthday Devin!
You’re in [your] 23rd place!
Celebrate this checkpoint!
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC
I hate you
Yet I dream about you
And when I awaken in the middle of the night
I ache for you
And when the morning sun shines through the cracks of my window in the early day
Deep down inside me
I wish you had stayed
2013 © O'Brien Devin Brielle
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 8:11 PM UTC
Summer means smoking
in your car
with Paul
A couple guys and I
A couple guys, that's all.
In the studio
we sat
while I helped you with tap
and you needed the help
but repayed me back
so heavily you did
with your words
and your wis-
dom
high wisdom at that
Oh Devin,
I miss you-
How's Montreal?
I bet you're doing great
I hear it's beautiful in the fall
Kings of Leon
Gogol Bordello
and a little bit of Fun.
This music is your voice
a slight breeze and summer sun
Sometimes I take a listen
and reminisce
Eating ice cream on the Quay
a stoner's bliss
You always said I was special
"Not so sixteen"
Had a mind that had aged
like good cheddar cheese
God,
I hope you were right, Devin.
Cause I always fall too deep.
You know I felt like dying.
I long for eternal sleep.
I think of you sometimes,
you really do help me.
Bringing it back to this summer
when I actually felt healthy.
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 7:46 PM UTC
I love you deeper than the ocean,
farther than fish can swim,
I love you as high as the stars beyond our sky,
oh the happiness that you bring.
Love is such a complicated thing
I just could never understand,
I'd never waste my time on any boys
or let them ever hold my hand.
When I look into your eyes
its not like the others I've ever seen,
when I look in your eyes I see the whole world, I feel as if I'm in a dream.
Is this real? Is it true? I can't even comprehend,
all I know is I dream of being in your arms until the very end.
Time ticks on, the days drag on, and I grow fonder of who you are,
in this dark black sky that is my life, you're the one and only shining star
who guides me through my times of sadness, hopelessness, and despair,
truly without any doubts,
you're the only one who cares.
I've never had a man look at me the way that you do,
it seems as if I'm seeing the world as if it is brand new.
As I lay down before I go to sleep,
I pray to the god above us that my heart, you'll always keep
. I felt like a flower in a vase,
slowly but surely withering away,
but you are the water that was poured into me,
and kept me alive, don't you see?
without you, love, I could not be,
my darling without you, I wouldn't breathe.
without you my love, surely I would cry,
my darling without you, surely I would die.
2013 © O'Brien Devin Brielle
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC
have you ever looked out the window while it rained?
really makes you wonder right?
what its like to be a rain drop
one in millions of others
landing in an unfamiliar location
alone
all that just to be dried back up in the air
repeating the cycle
my name is Devin Blazejowski
and i know what its like to be a raindrop
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
Out there somewhere
There's a girl with soft hair
That falls halfway down her spine
She dances with the stars until they're aligned
She sings with the moon
Convinced that the sun will come back soon
But she's always left in the darkness
She says "that's ok"
Because things always go astray
Yeah sometimes things get in the way
She's innocent and unaware
Quite frankly she doesn't care
She just want to be free
That's why baby lives for the
lsd
2013 © O'Brien Devin Brielle
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
And in that moment
When I realized
That we stayed up all night
Until the break of dawn
Lying in that hotel bed
Drinking jack
Smoking cigarettes and bowls
Sharing our deepest secrets
Our hopes
Our dreams
Our fears
Making love
Then falling asleep in eachother's arms
That's when I knew
I found my eternity
That's when I knew
What all those love songs were talking about
That's when I knew
I was long gone
Lost In his eyes for good
2013 © O'Brien Devin Brielle
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 10:56 PM UTC
I'm awake
Its nearly 2:30 am
And once again, I dreampt of you
Your eyes
They will always possess me
And I can feel your voice
Giving me chills, flooding me,
And piercing through my black soul,
Full of sorrow and full of despair.
By this, you create a feeling of ecstacy
Swimming through my veins
And shattering my bones
This is why I awake at nearly 2:30 am
Simply just to write songs about you
Simply just to get you off my mind.
Inhale me,
Let me takeover your every breath.
Flooding into your lungs,
You are now mine.
Surely until I fade away
Into thin air
And leave nothing but ashes
On the ground.
Spill out everything you're filled with;
Who knows whether your glass is half empty
Or half full
Now its on the ground
And that's okay,
Because I'm on my hands and knees
Cleaning it all up.
You remind me of stain glass windows in a church;
Some see your beauty, on the inside and out,
But they only notice when the sun gleams through your colors and cracks,
Showing off such vivid and lovely colors.
Some people,however,
They don't see your beauty. The can't fathom it.
They're the ones who throw rocks at you,
Leaving you shattered into
A million pieces
On the floor,
Not able to be loved,
Not able to be appreciated.
But, while you're that shattered mess
On the floor,
Let it be known
That I am the one
On my knees
With my fingers cut and bleeding
Picking up every shattered or broken
Piece of you
And I will mend you back together
I will make you feel whole
I will make you feel special
Because you are.
Look me in the eyes;
I'm not sure whether they remind me
Of the sound of the rippling waves in the salty ocean on a hot summer day
Or the smell of the smoking flames of a bonfire on a warm july night
Either way,
They set my soul at ease.
Things are impermanent.
We all know this too well.
Roaring fires turn to embers
Embers turn to ashes
That soon blow away into thin air.
This is why our love is not like fire.
Our love cannot be described.
"Nothing lasts forever"
Our love
Is nothing
Our love
Is forever.
2013 © O'Brien Devin Brielle
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 6:09 PM UTC
Where was that man
To make you feel strong?
Where was that man
To teach you right from wrong?
Where was that man
When you were feeling so sad?
Where is that man
Who goes by the name "dad" ?
He's not a dad
He's a low life
A loser
Addicted to drugs
Come on dad
I just wanted a ******* hug
Is it really that hard to love your own daughter?
You just walked away
You forgot all about her
But you don't care
Its all about you
This is your fault
These are the cards that you drew
You made me feel worthless
You should have made me feel proud
But instead
You didn't make a sound.
So have fun popping your pills
Not paying any bills
I hope one day you'll see
What you could have
Made your life out to be
We could be happy dad
You and I
But instead you tore my down and made me cry
And I don't do with tears
Tears are for the weak
But I just wanted your love and acceptance
That's all I truly seek
But its done its over the war had been won
So whatever you're doing wherever you are
I hope you are having fun
And maybe one day you look up to the sky
And you think of your children
You decided to leave behind
2013 © O'Brien Devin Brielle
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
"do you have chemistry?"
like we walk into the same room and start to fizzle
like we react together in a complimentary manner
like he could actually pass highschool chemistry.
does it matter?
does it matter if i have nothing to say to him
does it matter that of all people i can't think of a single topic to broach
a silly sentence to embark upon
a single thought
doesn't occur to me.
the stretches of silence are longer than the last one.
with the last, we talked too much.
every silence ached.
with this one, i am glad to not have to talk.
i am glad of the quiet.
i am glad of the lack of chemistry.
he asked me
what i liked most about him
and i thought for a whole afternoon.
the only thing that came to mind was that i liked him because he liked me...
am i that poor?
have i not the self-worth to turn them away when they beg at my feet
why do they beg
anyway
what have i
to offer
i am fat
and very
very
tired
and
afraid...
i used to really like chemistry.
but now i don't see its merit
too many things to memorize
and my memory is **** these days
his brown eyes
slipping out quietly
as i imagine him swelling bigger and bigger -
a grotesque image to smooth out the beautiful ones
that i know were there.
we don't have chemistry,
but we have animal attraction.
perhaps it is something (better) similar.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
2013,
This is for you.
The year started out in hell.
There was family drama,
Fights,
Court dates,
And DSS.
Then you kinda leveled out.
I met a boy,
Named Devin,
And he ran my world.
I discovered and came to terms with something,
During that time I was with Devin.
I came to terms with the fact that I liked girls too.
I came out to him,
And my closest friends,
And then eventually my mom.
Not everyone liked it.
All year I had been taking stick pins to my skin,
And making little scratch marks.
After that,
I moved to razors.
I had always had anxiety,
But I would have 3 attacks,
Within the span of a day.
At school,
I got bullied,
And beat up.
At many points during the year,
I wanted tp end my life,
But I didn't.
I'm still here.
Almost at the end of the year,
I started dating my bestie from 4th grade,
Named Katlyn,
But then things spiraled out of control.
Life is still hell,
But things are getting better,
Im starting to pick up the pieces.
I hated 2013 with a passion,
But I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world,
Because its the year I became me.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
For Rayne.
I promise to make you proud.
I solemnly swear I will be the best big sister I can be for you.
I never want to bring about a frown to such an innocent, tan face.
Nor would I ever want to transfer negativity to your sacred space.
What I do, I do for you.
Seven years young, and you have the biggest heart of all.
I know you've seen me at my worst,
and you've seen me at my best.
And for you, I keep my head held high and poke out my chest.
You've been there to pick up the pieces.
You've been a shoulder for me to cry on.
You've given me free hugs and kisses.
And you're always one of the first to hear about what guy broke my heart
and on him, you're ready to beat on.
Rayne, you are as pure as the rain falling from the sky.
You are as bright as the sun when it's at its highest.
You are as precious as it gets, and I wouldn't trade you for the world.
Baby sister, one day I want you to hear this.
I want you to know I've told the world how much I love you.
I know I remind you every day,
and I know that it may seem annoying.
But this is something that will never go away.
Baby sister, one day I will give you the world.
And if I don't or if I can't, at least you'll know I tried for you.
Hands down, I will go to the ends of the earth for you.
Devin Rayne, I love you.
81413
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
I have one too many personalities,
I don't know which one is really me,
So if I'm nice at first, and then I'm mean,
You just met Sally, and then met Steve.
Yes it's strange, But don't be alarmed,
Steve and Sally cause no harm,
Neither does Sarah, or Sammy, or Stu,
But Darwin and Devin and David sure do.
Be cautious around us,
The villains I named,
You won't know who's who,
We all look the same.
Half of us would hug you,
And falsely reminisce,
But half of us will **** you,
So in this cell we sit.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
If the sun didn't shine
If the moon didn't beam
If the salty ocean didn't gleam
If the rain didn't drizzle
From out of a cloud
If the peak of a thunderstorm
Didn't make a sound
If lightening didn't strike
If snow wasn't white
If the stars in the black sky
Gave off no light
If I still had you
None of this would ever even phase me
You keep me sane
Yet you drive me crazy
If the earth didn't spin
If the galaxies didn't go on forever
Our souls
Could still never be dissevered
2013 © O'Brien Devin Brielle
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC
HEAVENLY LOVE
True passion is what you are
You set the stage for all to see,
Your love is full of power,
You have touched my heart from the very start,
You put your breath of life into my lungs,
You showed me the way to walk in your glories love,
the earth has many sand upon the land
where you had once stood;
your words are strong yet soft and sweet
easy for my soul to be at easy;
your love means everything to me my King,
my tears are at your feet;
my heart cries with joy in mind,
you are one of a kind;
you are the light that shines in my eyes,
I can hear the Devin song of all times
in an ancient rhyme;
while the angels fly around in the heavens
with your love and passion in their hearts,
their wings have your names engraves upon them;
death I know will be soon swallowed up by love;
many will fall into the darkness;
But, that is an old song that everyone on earth knows,
The harps are playing;
Angels are sing songs that no one is yet to master
But the Holy one that sets on his heavenly throne.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
where is the cadence moving?
is it towards jesus christ?
is it towards a shining *****
is it foreword?
how does anything happen
linear? how does anything happen
spherical? remember that time
when devin townsend masturbated me
with his guitar pick?
i'll tell you about this plum:
when albert hofmann gave me the
gift seven lifetimes ago, he created
a radioactive island. it needs no aid,
it sees no faces, it survives auto
trophically on moldavite &moonbeams;.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC
C'mon Devin
Light that joint all your pain will go away
NO!
You know you want to be high
You like being high dont you?
A LITTLE
What are you waiting for?
Bye bye depression
See ya later anxiety
Am I right?
BUT THAT ONLY HELPS
FOR A LITTLE BIT
so what? Light another one up
Take a few swigs of that whiskey
Who needs therapy when you have these things
And me of course
I GUESS SO.....
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
girl, don't pretend.
all dressed up in your
drag-me-downs
going Holly in Las Vegas
doing Molly by the Grand
girl, don't pretend.
one day you wake up at Kevin's
the next you wake up at Devin's
you do your make-up for Heaven.
yeah he loves Loosey
'course he do
he loves her
but how about you?
girl, ditch the Gucci
and the *****
and the boujee
folie a you
and don't pretend
to do
the things
that you don't do
lest, I leave you
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
new sorrow to make the last
dull against my wrists
i am immune to all knives
because i don't open them anymore
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
I have one too many personalities,
I don't know which one is really me,
So if I'm nice at first, and then I'm mean,
You just met Sally, and then met Steve.
Yes, it's strange, but don't be alarmed,
Steve and Sally cause no harm,
Neither does Sarah, or Sammy, or Stu,
But Darwin and Devin and David sure do.
Be cautious around us,
The villains I named,
You won't know who's who,
We all look the same.
Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/if-four-is-a-party-this-is-a-parade
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC
Discussing selves
Seperating, the who, the me and the I's
Devin, Fiendish and Abyss
Names, giving voice to the enigma
The grandeur of my existence
Each so distinct from the other
Their echoes scream insanities
To outside observer
Unknown to them, the saviors
The martyrs, dematerializing
Preserving the vessel for new life.
As I am now, as I perceive
The life that was Devin
Is only a shade, a memory.
His ghost fades in time
Burdening wounds of flesh
Reminisce of his struggle.
Consumed by the flames of darkness
Born from the ashes Abyss.
Singing songs of the soul
Revitalize broken body.
Shattered experiences now
Sewn with vendetta.
Passion, dagger tongued monster.
The frail boy, seized by demons.
To heal mortal pains.
Enter and accept the madness
Fiendish rises, the final mantle.
Successor of consciousness
Stranger to the former, fading.
I am the survivor.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC
Devin Nunes and fellow Republicans
Certainly had their hands full
When they composed a controversial
Memo that was basically bull.
Nunes' cherry-picked assertions
Were assembled to malign
The FBI and also to lay
The groundwork for firing Rosenstein.
Trump was advised not to release
The memo but did it anyway,
Nervous because the Mueller probe
Is closing in day by day.
Before Trump had even seen
The Nunes memo, he avowed
He would release it, which in turn
Would do his Republican lackeys proud.
The Democrats have sent to Trump
Another memo for release--
One that rebuts the Devin Nunes'
Attack-memo, piece by piece.
But what? Trump won't release it?
All of a sudden we all learn
That national security
Is the president's major concern.
So Russian meddling in our elections
Is not a serious issue, and yet
A memo rebutting misinformation
Is a major security threat?
"Release the memo!" messages
Won't be sent out by Russian bots
To help you, Dems. They are waiting
For Nunes to write more devious plots.
The more Trump has tried to resist--
The more he's covered up facts and lied--
The more it seems so obvious
That there is something he's trying to hide.
-by Bob B (2-10-18)
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 12:38 PM UTC
Lonely Highway
Highway run for a ride of faith
Into the midnight moon is you
My God I seek ,
I hold on to my faith
Wheels go round and round
You're on my mind all the way
Restless my hearts to you
I sleep alone just to know you
Are watching over me ,
Sending all my love along to you
In my prays I even cry upon your
Devin name Jehovah ,
They say that the road is dark and
So lonely and I must say they are
Right but I have you to talk to
I hold on to my faith in you ,
Right down the line it's been you and me
Oh Jehovah my God thank you for loving me
You stand by me day and night
I'm forever yours faithfully
There is no other love like yours
You are my everything
I will always call out your name
Jehovah is my love for life
My God , my friend to the very end .
Poetic Judy Emery © 1982
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 3:44 PM UTC
You are hard to forget
All I hear is your voice
Every time I see you in the hallway
I lose it, my voice.
My heart used to be full;
It only belonged to you
You used to hold me,
Now every time I think of us,
my heart breaks in two.
No more long kisses to show how much we love each other
No more cute flirting or cuddles that made me feel safe,
You see, Devin
No one can take your place.
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 5:39 PM UTC
Either way,
I'll be smothering
My lungs in smoke
& crying myself to sleep
2013 © O'Brien Devin Brielle
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC