Bored af poetaster

I'm a poet. Cudos if you think my work is kitschy, overly exalted doggrel, because it is.

[damion-deville]

Lost boy 2

I wished you a lost boy, but you could not be free. I wished myself a wall, but it could never be. I wished myself a bullet, silver, sharp, and true. I wished away my mirror, but staring back was you. I asked the shooting star for peices of my youth. Instead it handed back to me a million bits of truth, each one as bitter as my heart, as fragmented as my part in this celestial play we write. I hope you can see past the plight of a fragmented boy who thinks that all he is is in her drinks.

[damion-deville]

Time

How long until someone notices, Until everything stops? How long until all that is left Is a few tear drops? How long until metaphors die? How long until I do not cry Out for something I cannot reach? How long until you dont preach A sermon that rings bitter, true? How long until all that is left Is between grey and blue?

[damion-deville]

Floating

The gentle away of the dock Floating in murky waters underneath a sky Cerulean blue and crisp white Reminds me of a simpler time When I was afloat In the gentle sway of cerulean blue Waters, crisp white smoke Drifting into a murky sky, And you, tall and smiling, Still trying to connect To the child that was you, And yet grew up to be not you. I watch water bugs skirt across the water, Racing in intricate circles, Much like my mind As I ponder where you are, Why you aren't here, And how differently I turned out. --Damion Deville

[damion-deville]

We Two

I feel you pushing me, Shoving me around, Twirling me like an elaborate dancer To a song that only we two can feel. You fall in love with the fast pace, The trance-like beat, The soul-sucking anger that numbs me. I fall in love with you, With the boy who is both youth– Rage and Apathy and Passion, And maturity– Thought and Precision and Skill. You see me as the broken doll, A toy that you can fix. I see you as someone to hold, Despite the loss we both feel. Never have two been farther, I think, Or closer. Perhaps we just are not meant to be, But we hold on anyway, Desperate for someone, Anyone, Who feels as we two do, Who hears the fast, soul-sucking trance, Who can dance to it, Twirling quickly through tragedy That no longer is corporeal, But now spiritual, Inside of us forever. I feel you pushing me, Shoving me around, Twirling me to a fast past paced beat That only we two can hear.

[damion-deville]

The letter.

You left With no regard for me, Or my brother, Or the little girl you claimed to love Once. Instead, you ran as soon as you could, As soon as things got hard. You stayed, Your own dreams forgotten Like ashes and dust, Forever gone, And blamed me for your loss. I asked you to live With only the best intentions, With no thought but to love and be loved, With no regard for tommorow, Or yesterday, Or ever, And you threw away your chances. I asked you to love me Like they were supposed to, Like they said they did, Even when things get hard, And you found you couldnt. I asked you to look at me And maybe understand Something, Anything, And you never did. I asked you to look behind my mask, Into my eyes, Past my looks, And you only watched me die. I spent four years on you, And you, And you, And you still didn’t hear me. I asked you to be strong for me, And you finally lived.

[damion-deville]

An Apology to my Teachers

I sit and stare, my eyes as empty as the thoughts That you try to evolve In each mind In each pupil In each equally bored teen that they have forced Into another year of mind-numbing instruction On how to feel How to write How to believe in something that we cannot understand Nor hope to understand as you force us to listen To overly tired and used up lessons That hold no baring in our modern lives And do nothing to help us adapt To help us grow To help us become something more than Overly tired used up lessons For the next generation of empty-minded fools

[damion-deville]

The foolish young girl

In the forest of the night A young naive girl cried. And in this forest lost to light A young naive soul died. She deserved not your pity, For she was her own fool. Nor did she gain amity, For her mind was unfull. Instead, this naive youth did weep As a million fools' stories Burried her to sleep.