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Jesse Devile Poem
You are my princess, my fairy tail, your my future queen.
You are the only thing in my future from what I have seen.
You are royality to me, and I litterally have the blood of kings.
I would even set you up in a real castle if you wanted it to be your dwellings.
I love you/everything about you, the pleasure and peace you bring,
how my heart hurts when i know you must go, how it uplifts when my phone begins to ring.
You are my morning thought, and my fading dream.
For you I would commit an onslaught, without you I come apart at the seams.
You are a petal, from a rose,
A sexy model, striking a pose.
My eyes for you never depart, my lust for you always grows.
I would never give you up. You are the one I love and chose.
You are so beautiful, in my eyes you are jewels, you are gold.
I need you, in my heart and in my arms, you I would forever hold.
I want to confess your love, shout it from roof tops, ever so bold.
You are the one I want, to grow deeper in love with, as we get old.
This is for you Dana~Lynn,
For you I would commit every sin.
I would do it with a smile, a smirk, or a evil grin.
Let me be your yang, and I want you to be my yin.
Our love is just at the start, and yet I feel it has always been.
I would cliff dive for you, even throw in a double backspin
You are my high, you are my drug, with you I feel like I drank a bottle of Gin.
It is the vodoo that you do so well that conjurred me to be your evil jinn.
I love you Dana-Lynn Smith. Forever yours, Jesse Devile.
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Out of every shadow they creep and crawl,
twisted faces of pain, more evil grins with the night time fall.
The shadows swallow themselves in deeper pits of black,
kind, considerate? These are just the begining of the things they lack.
Children once, beloved by none. Tormenting each other just for fun.
Light hurts, so they stay out of the sun. But even in a sliver of shade there could be a ton.
Fighting, ripping and gnashing at one another,
hating, even though they should be considered blood brother.
A door creaks open, they fall silent and so does the air,
Stillness creeps in heavy like a cool blanket of shivering fear.
She is happy, her long blonde hair flowing out behind her,
"Don't worry Mom! Nothing will happen!" she yelled behind her once more.
Wrapping her scarf around her neck like a noose, it was a little too loose.
She skip-walked, humming a little tune to her childhood,
trying to remember it the best she could.
Whispers in the alley. The drunkard passed out and coming down off crack.
The whispers talk of murder, fowl play they say. Stumbling upward off his back.
Black broken boots belong to a broken owner, doing a stagard walk down the alley.
/Flip Flop\ Goes the clip clops as they meet the side walk.
Up the ally the voices still in the back of the man's head with the murder talk.
/Bump\ Drunkard and Girl face to face. Her heart pumping hard it just started to race.
Out of his pocket flys a hand. She flitches. No Hit. As her mind catches pace.
"Spare some shchange?" asks the man looking like he is covered in mange.
(bet you all thought this was going to end a little different, huh?)
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My heart, in a slimey slum of a demon pit.
Devils, who know me by name, start to taunt.
They mock, "funny how your heart can't take a hit."
they continue to hackle, "You can't even handle a human girl you want."
The visions in my minds eye of my hate for the fallen take whole.
Laying bodies in waste, what a mess.
Bloody bodies hanging, several demon heads stuck on a spear? No a pole.
My evil grin. My other self, "What a shame, all these beautiful bodies and no priest to bless."
"Awe!" they echo with a shrill,
"but you are there and we are here. What a inconvenient trill."
One shallow breath and a deep voice, "You might even be to weak to heal,
I bet, it is you, who we could kill."
The visions came fast, burning images in my brain.
Visions of ripping through demons one in the same.
A rational thought; This is what I deal with and I begin to wonder if I am sane.
I remember a pastor once telling me, that I am like a wild stalion, far from tame.
The vision ends. Communicating to them. "You weak maggot spirits," I grumbled,
"you know me by name and outcome." They all start to shake and to one another they mumble.
"I am The Omega, I am the end." Evil smirk. "With a thought, past your graves, you I can send."
They with draw back into the dark. Back to normal, sitting all alone in the park.
I don't have 2 haves of a spirit. I have 2 wholes in one soul.
I am more than full. I am way past whole.
I have 2 seperate voices, in my mind. Both function and work together.
Almost like we are 2 birds of a feather.
I can feel him sleeping sometimes. Like present and bearly aware.
I wonder if sometimes the opposite is also true? And out of our eyes, it is he, who will stare.
It does not worry me, it is just a question. I really don't care.
1 thing good about being 2 of us. I have nothing to fear.
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The heart, between love and dark driven apart.
From the very first to the very last,
to the future and from the past.
From the begining of the end,
to wars waged out of love instead of sin.
My heart wicked and bitter filled with hate,
people said i could never love, but i love me, i throw into the debate.
No remorse, no sorrow for the wicked, for humans i believed it was too late.
I believed all people deserved what they sowed into the world, and they sowed death.
I thought about how beautiful it would be till the world burned into ash, and nothing was left.
In my eyes this world was done and over, it was already F'd.
But that was then, when my heart was filled with sin. And this is now.
I often wonder what happened, to my brutal state. My twisted mind gone, but how?
Once I stood before people, robes of blood and death. Worshipped, to me they bow.
I guess, even I, should remain honest. The Dead King's heart burst into life.
I fell in love, not the kind where it feels like a gut wrenching twisting knife.
But the kind, where to her, I want to be kind. And make her my dark queened wife.
For her, I would make her life easy, she would never know any strife.
The first look at her, when we fought, how she smiled covered in blood and clots.
I knew than, i was in love, my heart racing. My head thumping covered in knots.
How we turned to and away from each other in our onsloughts.
The more we hated and pulled away the closer we grew, like slip knots.
I knew my heart than grew soft and my feelings for you grew tender.
If you woulden't have stopped I would of let you win, and let you end me, even as a dismember.
I would of checked out for my final point, with you as my sender.
My feelings were spinning, like gore and guts in a blender.
I know, that no matter what. My feelings for you, were not a hit and miss.
I know, that with our love. We can experence joy and even gliss.
Our love started, from me a growl and you a hiss.
And with our dieing breath it will end in a kiss.
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I'm sorry, I know i was wrong.
I am sure you heard others sing the same song.
I was wrong you are right,
I miss you, i don't want to fight.
My heart is hurting and broke.
I miss the last time we spoke.
You mean everything to me.
You are there in every picture I see.
Your voice is in all the words I hear.
And my eyes? They are broken, all cried out, nothing left, not even one tear.
I said forever, and I mean it still
please just take me back, if you will.
My heart ache, i feel like it is sore about to fall out of my chest.
My mind is all about you, racing 1k miles an hour and i don't want it to rest.
You are special to me, my sunshine on a cloudy day,
you always know how to cheer me up, you always know what to say.
Your words crush me and raise me up,
i know i should be put in the doghouse, i was a bad pup.
I am the one that messed everything up, it was my lies and my mistake,
i don't blame you for being mad on that i do not debate i am a fruad and a fake.
I am mighty, I am a King, I am royality, but unto you, I submit.
I miss you, your cold shoulder hurts, I think i got frostbit.
I await on you, I will wait. Like a good lil boy I'll sit.
I'll always try to get you back. I won't quit.
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Sometimes Sharp, Sometimes Soft,
They can be blunt, sometimes even scoffed.
Raise you up and make you feel aloft.
A word, can have a hundred meanings,
to a hundred different beings.
They can get you married, or end you up in countless flings.
They can twist and turn,
they can ease your pain or make it burn.
They can leave you happy or leave you to mourn.
A word can be short or long.
they can be made to be a weapon or into a song.
they can push you away or make you feel like you truely belong.
A word can have little meaning, or be as powerfull enough to destroy the world.
They can put your life at ease or leave you in a blur swirled.
Maybe that is how they are suppose to be? Painting a picture that is twirled and whirled.
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