Two words disagree, another stumbled. They run together, slowly over haste.
Listen to what your truth tells you, do it for yourself. You’re too young to go telling the truth, so here is life’s profound lie.
Beneath the tortured flesh and nerves, it’s a terrible game. We live without our daily peace, time and time again you repeat. Our merit in loving bonds, cannot break fond views. Your feelings will eventually subdue, a conscious mind fills. Let me give you a memory, giving your beating heart, follow your breathing soul.
I watched them for hours on end, astonishingly graceful. As the day sunk into velvet slumber, it set to find kind warmth. When the hand of solitude kept, their world was shaken into bits. As the months came and went, my memory grew jaded of this time. The moths ate away at the cloth, weeping … More Dragonflies in the Attic by Devin Pavlischak/ December 14th, 2015 ©
Buried in the ground, four inches to earth. About to explode into the massive crater. You reach to feel its warmth, its cold and fragmented. Going off without further thought, a spark ignited from tension. Propelled, indefinitely falling. I see the light once more before… ripped to ribbons and shredded. Revived for only a moment, … More An Artillery Shell by Devin Pavlischak/ December 14th, 2015 ©
There was a lone city in late winter, frozen ice scales the buildings. It’s citizens were poor by nature, when the light came to the top. The rich lived above them in houses, their turkey cooled on the table. If the money was slim, the garden grew tiny. You gather by the edge of tomorrow, … More The American Dream by Devin Pavlischak/ December 14th, 2015 ©
I dream in colors so vibrant and true, though I cannot understand why. I wake to the sound of laughter, joy cascading to the sky. Confusion is everywhere, in the streets and in the mass. The joy that is laughter is expressed in doubt, the ruthless ulterior motive. You were there for a moment, where … More Seeing Beyond by Devin Pavlischak/ December 13th, 2015 ©
The courage, acts of definition. Portioned thin by woe, living in the mirrors edge. Some never change, people are here, longing for an illusion.
Your pain is growing far and wide, it’s toppling over anticipation. There was beauty in the world, most people just didn’t see it. We took great pain, though it did not stop our hearts. A soul full of innocence could contain the lion within us. The nature that is a demons torrent, far more indulged. … More Gone with Ambition by Devin Pavlischak/ December 13th, 2015 ©
No weak minds are present, not the people of the past. Their youth molded into music, predecessors of stone. By the past, negativity is their curse. To war and back, changed by weather. A mood in the rain, baptism by the kindling fire.