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DaydreamingI'm all locked up inside
My own personal cage of sin.
Sanctimony is a righteous bribe.
It brands dark ink upon the skin
Leaving me breathless, and fooled,
Not whole, not again.
I no longer wait for night to unfold
To cosset me in downy pillow dreams.
I close my eyes right here, right now.
The mind will fly where it's always free
To seek the memories of a land of old,
Not stale, not for me.
the sound of gears and stoneborn in steel and clay
rising to press back the clouds
and scattering them with a wave
of hands and arms made for
the sound of gears and stone
shifting and grinding
shifting and grinding
walking towards the edge
of the world
pocked with the mark of times
when hungry beasties fed
and took me to their bed
if only in their minds
not their hearts
the horizon is never closer
and entropy betrays me
but not yet, I say,
but not yet, I say,
and I move through the night
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
FarewellEs ist nicht alles wirklich
in diesem Zustand zwischen
Wachen und Schlafen...
" Wie du mir warst..." flüstern Türen
und Wände seit Jahrhunderten
in stillem Einvernehmen
dazu das Atmen des Holzes
ein- aus -ein- aus.
Der blinde Spiegel tut ein Übriges
er hat schon zuviel gesehen.
Grünes Gezweig rankt am abgeplatzten
und schlängelt entlang
der verblassten Tapeterie.
Einst blühten hier Rosen
sehr laut und sehr rot
und jeder Strauß weinte still
in seiner rostigen Vase.
Nun liegen Fliegenarmeen- beinoben-
an den matten Scheiben.
Ihr letzter Blick
war sicher ins Grün.
I. not a morning person
Twerping birdies, chorping away at the day
As if I were supposed to be awake
At the crack of noon.
Cheerful construction workers obliterate
The restful silence, encouraged, perhaps,
By the bad example of the twerping birds.
There's plenty of rest for the wicked,
But none at all for me; let the early bird
Gorge itself on wormy guts for all I care.
II. insomnia blues
like unto the gentle, polyphonic susurration of the wind
through the leaves of the sibylline vuvuzela tree,
the evocative, resonant, goldurned whiny two-stroke
of the kargyraa engine of progress that powers
the early morning hunting call
of the ove
vengeance for injusticea mother she cries
cries at the war
now she waits
waits for the call
of the soldiers orders to kick down her door
vengeance she took filled with hate
for her husband and child who couldn't be saved
now she's locked in a cell
she buried her son
they put her through hell
but it's okay the rich man won
cirque de nuitanfangs ein rauschen am nachthimmel
so geschehen vom flattern der wimpel im
halbdunkel und dem klagenden streichton einer
genommen und versteckt
verloren und gefallen
und ein riss der das zurückkommen
nicht möglich macht.
ein bild unter glas
getrübt - verhangen wie weisses Metall.
( hast du das licht vergessen- hast du?)
die leine baumelt mechanisch
am hilflosen arm.
ein atmen - stockend und menschlich fast
(etwas pocht herzähnlich)
ein raunen geht durch unsichtbare reihen
enttäuschend wie ein sprung ohne boden.
verlierst du dich verlierst du mich auch
und haben wir schon uns beide verlo
One Thing Leads To AnotherOne teachers bitterness
Can lead to this
Student that's struggling in the back row
A snide comment about a test score
And their whole world
Will take a blow
Little did that teacher know
The magnitude that their actions hold
That one comment, look or eye roll
Could tear that kids whole world
That kid leaves class
Without a second glance
At the teacher who was meant to enlighten them
But broke down their confidence
And shattered them
It starts with passing giggles in the hallway
To comments in the next class that their friends made
To their parents questions at the end of the day
To the very next morning that same kid
Is late to class becau
The Ugly TruthI'm not a miracle worker,
I'm not superwoman,
I'm a broken, 17 year old girl, who has no idea where shes going in life.
And I'm scared.
Witch's BrewBubble bubble
toil and trouble
eye of newt
its the witching hour.
Its the witching hour
where the witches
are in a gitty mood
making new potions.
A dash of frog's lips
scale of dragon
wings of a gremlin
stir them all into a cauldron.
Witches just love making potions
they got so many viels on their shelves
you can find all that you seek
at the witch's cottage.
Make your true love fall for you
there's a love potion that'll do the trick
want to be a few inches taller
there's a growth potion to help with that
just be careful not to drink it all
that is if you want to be a giant.
Witches love the time of hour
making their potions with wick
I Am RageThere are no ups to my downs
Moods like seasons yet I'm always cold
A good day is one with no blood on my hands
Yet red is the color that burns in my eyes
An itch of underlying rage that swelts
My core a fire with no intent for peace
Emotions run blank when confronted by others
Yet the desire to release feels like nature
There are pictures I see that are dark
Scenes of macabre that need to be locked away
Second guessing every touch I make
I don't trust the lit fuse that I am
A battle is always on my mind
Reality twitches with things I wish I didn't see
I cannot let go of this rage without combusting
I cannot turn away from what dissolves
Love War"war has taken your smile",
oh great and mighty soldier,
i see the bitterness in your heart,
i feel the callouses you accumulate,
across your tear streaked visage,
i see the scars a plenty,
you have fallen,
like many others on this battlefield,
for there is none more dangerous or rewarding,
just another broken heart,
in the endless war of love,
"war has taken your smile"
Sleep DeprivedHere's an update for my dreams of black,
once they were gone,
and now there back.
For days now my sleep has been deprived,
Sometimes more early than i need,
1am, 2am, 3am, 4,
Life is a blur sometimes.
Now at school, sitting in class,
bored but still awake,
'won't last long, will it now? Fear i'll start to snore :3
But what causes such problems of mine?
For that i'm not quite sure.
Guilt, Stress, Blood, or Love?
I guess we'll never know.
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DEPRESSING POETRY TIME o3oIn this dark reality from where i cannot dream
there is no kindness
there is no caring
There is only hatred and grief
In this dark reality from where i cannot dream
I hope to dream of peace and friendship
Though i never will see that day
In this dark reality there is no escape
from the dark claws dragging you to your death
Someone You Once KnewFlashes of moments,
memories from my past.
Thoughts of a time when I was
probably the happiest.
When we were all just friends
and we would always hangout.
Before the truth in reality knowing
what the real world was truly about.
Before girlfriends and boyfriends,
lovers bickering and quarrels.
Prior commitments and doubts,
blurThis weekend went by in a blur
And here I am again
Stuck here as if I never left
Not sure how or why
But I have been at this awful place before
Labeled animosity for some time now
You have taken me to this place before
And I’m not sure what I can do
To avoid being trapped here much longer
So I did what I thought I could never do
And that’s give up all hopes
That we could ever be anything
And to curse you so you would think
You’re nothing to me
Now I just have to live with my decision
And act as if I’m alright
When secretly every time
I hear you laugh I’m dying inside
So kill me as you have done
So many t
What Am I? Lingering in that photo...
In that simple shot (still, I feel the bullet there)
I look, and I see a woman.
I am not a woman.
I have never worked for a lifestyle,
given birth for an allowance
I have never truly loved a man.
I am not a woman.
I do not have the means to
to wake, feel the calling..(oh, it calls, but I do not answer)
and move, move, move
until I reach a place of
I am not a woman.
Sometimes, I still take the
of my childhood and
place it on shoulders of
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