Poem: it’s actually simple, but not really

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Poem: Meaning

i read somewhere, that your purpose is to give your life meaning Clever, i'd thought then now, never a truer thing I saw It's all experience, hands-on full throttle even when time moves at a snail's pace It's a real thing, to have died and still, be breathing, limbs moving It was/is my experience living on... Continue Reading →

Eyes and ears, m’dear

Here’s my latest scratchings over at the esteemed Poet’s Blog. Check us out, there’s such diversity abound you’re sure to find something that’ll make you smile.

Poet's Corner

Hear the things,

they speak with their eyes

Words are a lair’s arsenal,

look just how lightly they step

around promises, and juggle emotions

Look within you for your truths,

see what injustice strikes you like a fist,

understand what you stand for.

The outside, of many things, is a facade

the innards, soul and belief belie this

Flesh and bone, masks and smiles

housing within a starlight light,

or void blackness

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Cliché 

What's the purpose of it all? The universal question Defies language Defies location . Who do they ask? Why do they? Humbly I offer my piece to the puzzle You decide if and where it fits: Life is what you make it Don't ask anybody else, don't relinquish what choice you have . Ask you,... Continue Reading →

empty (1)

there is a hole in my stomach that I dig myself with scooping hands shaped with inattention but I do this absently  like snoring in sleep i become aware of this hollow alcove when I plunge into waking when my actions (or inactions) catch up with me and I feel in that hollow a lacking... Continue Reading →

Tiger Lily

Hey folks, things are pretty hectic right now, or at least on the inside and, believe me, I miss writing. There’ll be time soon enough though. Anyway, here’s my newest poem 😉

Poet's Corner

… she sits so still but seems so fluid

Peering out from those Egyptian eyes

Her green gaze prowls and warns

Smelling like an old book,

and then slaps you with citrus

Let her alone, let her be

Tiger Lily will stare holes

Into your soul

You won’t like what she’ll see

© Devina S.

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On the wind

Hi people, if there are still any of you here (and thanks for sticking around!). I'm scrambled and uncertain and I don't get to post as much as I used to, as much as I'd want to. A lot of what I do is writing but I'm not up to the actual posting, it's become so... Continue Reading →

Reader, I am

You dance the waltz Of uncertainty Envisioned citadel Blown away Like a house of cards But like the escapist you are You found a rabbit hole Within the brittle husks of trees Right there solidly in your grasp With it you smother the fabric of the present Even for a little while The lazy exhales... Continue Reading →

Perspective (1)

"What are you looking at with your eyes so closed?" asked the cat. "The stars and brighter suns. And dark nights that even the demons are scared to dance," she said. The cat was quiet for some time, then said, "Deep waters, you mean. Now see The lily that lives on the surface." - Devina

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