"[Jaded](Sincerity)"

"[Jaded](Sincerity)"


Fill in the chasm with words. 
Thingss that are fathomed when heard. 
Words you can see with your eyes. 
Healing the broken inside. 
I took some time to read
And learned how to plant seeds
Because digging up dirt
Isn't always about self worth. 
Earth is too wet to be dry. 
Mud will never cover up lies. 
The sun will surely shine bright
and strip the wicked of their might. 


Wild ways, 
easy haze, 
short gazes
Towards my way...
I am not fooled 
and I won't be schooled. 
On experience, 
I recommend you fall back.
You will surely fall flat.
Idioms contained in your fingertips 
to strip the tip of my top 
whenever I seem to trot.
Brother please, 
at ease.


I assure you: No fallacy. 
No fantasy. 
No falsehood or fabrication. 
I'm full verse. No abbreviation. 
I'm offering no inebriation. 
I'm not on a mission. 
Just examine my diction
Before refusing the subscription. 
I know you think it's fiction;
But I can help you raise the bar. 
Since you're keen on prediction,
Tell me if I've found a star. 


Melancholy glances 
with no second chances in mind.
I am bored, 
grown tiresome of your sways.




My, how jaded are you?
How shaded your view?
More faded than new. 
What's her name? What'd he do?
Such a shame to pull away
From a fan of yours
Who spent most of his day
Trying to get through the doors
Just to view the spectacle;
And once I were able to see,
I so badly wanted to be
A part of your grand divinity. 
I watch in awe as you blink,
Sit in shock as you think
And pour out much more love
Than can be held in one wink. 
You pick up your pen
And tell the crowd "make a wish"
As you carve words into the sky;
Sealing them with a blown kiss. 
You're amazing!
Don't you understand?
This is a fan gazing!
I not trying to be your man. 


Can't you think of 
anything better to say? 
Superficial ways of slick talk.
Quick tongue.
Jaded I am not, 
but I must say 
my heart is a rock:
Diamond in the rough 
and streaked like glass.
I can't help but not turn away 
when you're fixated on my ass.
Your words : discerning.
You look : airy.


But why do you stand there 
as if I am saying zilch
And making a mockery 
of what I say?
When we both know
There is nothing on display.
I wouldn't buy your words 
if they were the last thing 
on earth to feed my 
spirit made of gold;
Because sweetheart, 
I am priceless and cannot be sold.




If nothing else today,
You've certainly mastered miscalculation. 
As far as the assumed "fixation;"
Hey, I'm from the south side of our nation.
I repeat that my manifest
Has nothing to do
With how you're dressed,
what you'll wear next,
Or what you are concealing
That you think I'd try revealing.
I see past the lockets. 
Don't need you to line my pockets. 
The self defense is old. 
I know you're not sold;
But why would I be as bold
To try insulting you with gold?
All that line my pockets
Are ink pens and candy wrappers. 
My notebook and a photo or two
Is all you'll find on this backpacker. 
Yes, I dress dapper
And I enjoy laughter,
And have a way with words
As I'm sure you've heard,
But if I were that ambitious,
It would be coupled with envy. 
I'd be focused on your ending
Instead of our beginning. 
I've worked on a proposition;
But if you're unwilling to listen,
Stand aside with your pride. 
I'll leave you to your own vision. 


Tis not vision, 
but reality: 
of your formality of cussing
Foul words of perception 
upon my grace
And full lips upon my face;
telling you, brother man, 
that I am not phased.


Sister girl, so much more
Is made of this world. 
Everyone doesn't have a vendetta. 
Some just want it to be better. 
Your sky is filled with cumulus;
Dark colored cynicism and contradiction. 
You keep your vision. 
I just hoped you'd join my mission. 
My words promote the everlasting:
The constant churning. 
The slow burning. 
The steady pace. Not fast things. 
My conglomerate of scribes
Know that their impact thrives
On their ability to never cease. 
You don't like to be creased;
So I sought you out as a leader. 
I am a fan of many;
But I am first a teacher. 
I've admired you for years. 
Not trying to be a preacher,
But all that rain and hail
Can be used for those who fail
To see their true potential
Because they think they are frail. 
If you augment your judgment,
You'll see that I mean no harm. 
I'm not trying to charm. 
I just respect your storm: 
Winds blowing away the fray
In such an intricate way. 
They can promote the endless. 
Clarity can be a mainstay;
But once again, I say
That I'm willing to walk away
If you detect dismay.
Carry on with your day. 


Let me tell you something brother;
that is the only name you deserve, 
besides having a mother.
Son, 
is what she had, 
but a man, 
I think not.
It is your same sex 
that continue to flock
On helpless women like me, 
free and seemingly strong
Until your kind come 
and break us til dawn;
Tell us lies and deceitful mornings,
Turn into hurtful mourning's 
and potential hoardings. 
I collected my clouds with pride
To hide this brilliant sun that shines.
Underneath all this thunder
Is a lover: 
Passionate, wild and sturdy. 
If you speak of something different, 
show me EARLY.
Don't tug me into your world! 
PUSH ME, MAN 
and make me your girl!


Mm. 
Question not
What my mother had. 
Don't concern yourself
With the wiles
Of every brother being bad. 
I've seen the kind. 
I've even watched them gather:
Times where only loud laughter
Was offered to man bashers;
But that was another time
When we used younger minds. 
The past is never present;
So if you want my essence…
Come closer. 
Don't stand back
Once I remove this backpack. 
You claim to know me
As if I owe thee. 
You say "then show me."
I'm not the goatee. 
I'm not the gold teeth. 
I'm not the alligator boots. 
I'm am not twisted truth;
Aimed at winning you over
In hopes of taking you down. 
Not trying to bend you over. 
I don't want to break you down. 
All I see are these sounds. 
I'm not playing around. 
I'm the nerd with the verbs
That makes the most of his nouns.
Don't you see? 
Won't you be?
This is a part of me. 
The nest within the tree. 
The vest that holds this tie
That constantly catches your eye
Has nothing to do with why
I want to join you in this sky;
So kill the crass reply
And spare me the criticism. 
The chance for more will pass by
Those inclined to cynicism. 
If you think I'm weak,
Take a shot. Sit back and listen
And in due time, you'll be faced
With your easiest decision.


This is no invitation to perdition. 
Join me.


In one ear and out the other, 
because I've heard all this 
from previous lovers.
I'm sorry, buddy; 
but your cheap thrill schemes 
scream beams that fiend.
and like miss Anderson, 
I've heard it all before. 


And yet and still,
You line this door sill
As if you are waiting
In spite of words so scathing.
I truly don't know
What else you wish to see. 
I am naked in your grace. 
All I have is all you see.
No facade. 
No tricks. 
No puppet strings. 
No hidden sticks.
Your words live. 
My words thrive. 
Let's preserve forever. 
Help this art stay alive. 


What you men seem 
to not realize is that 
the only art we see 
from you is pain.
Dripping with disdain,
Seeping in our veins, 
we hold our reigns,
Pulling them back, 
to hold back, 
from ugly masks like yours
But I see right through you.
Do you not hear 
what I'm saying is to YOU?


What women like you can't see
Is that the great divide
Comes from what you want to see. 
I've no reason to reside. 
Your thighs I don't wish to ride
I've no desire to penetrate
Anything more than your potential. 
Face me. Stop trying to hide. 


To try is to fail.
To hide is frail.
I'd rather continue 
"doing my own thing"
And when I'm ready 
to fall flat on my face,
I'll remember your grace.




Don't remember me. 
Stave your memory. 
When you misplace your grace,
Do not think of he. 
He did what he could. 
You did what you would;
So with or without you,
Life will continue like it should.


Touche, my friend.


That is the only category I seek.
For the mere displays of wisdom peeks.


I wish you well
Although I wish for more. 
I pray that your prowess
Leads to all that is in store. 
I still want to implore;
But I respect your decision. 
Maybe the day will come
Hopefully within better conditions. 
Such a strong soul. 
Such a violent nature. 
Yet you maintain control. 
You, ma'am are truly favored. 


Written By: [Evelyn Rivera] and (Devin Joseph Metz)

"Fairy Tale....Reality Check"

"Fairy Tale....Reality Check"


Go, Cinderella: 


With your house slipper 
that you call a glass shoe, 
your unearned means that 
you later deem shattered dreams,


Your man whose grand scheme involves 
street teams and triple beams, 
that crack whore credit score, 
leaking pipes and cracked floor…


Go, Cinderella:


Swooning over poets while 
poking fun at love letters, 
talking about cheese 
but can't even spell Cheddar,


"Watching the cash grow" 
but burning money fast, 
refusing to take it slow; 
so you know it never lasts,


Down talking the hags 
but you chase the jeans that sag, 
calling them the improper, 
but your head stays in boxers.


Yeah. Go, Cinderella:


Ambitious girl 
with her priorities skewed, 
the only "sweetheart" 
with a bad attitude, 
speaking sensitivity 
but acting like a dude,


More crude than shrewd, 
extremely rude 
and always in one of your moods 
which include 


the "chick who does it best,"
The "main bitch in charge," 
the "damsel in distress" 
and the "rock that will not barge."

No class for the pretentious ass.


Let's go, Cinderella:


You'll never dance on glass. 
You don't deserve a pass. 
Crash through your ceilings 
and see what it's like 
to face your feelings.


I bet it's not fun. 
So bite your tongue 
in lieu of the few 
who express themselves 
the way they do; 
lest you become one.


Keep walking Cinderella:


Get it, boss lady. 
Flaunt and floss, lady. 
Move around; 
because when it falls down, 
it's time to drown, lady.


It's going down, baby: 
Don't jeer at 
that puddle of tears. 
Too late to cry 
"Save me!" 


You have no fear, 
right? 
It's crystal clear, 
right?
You'll make it through the night. 
It's what you do. 
Right. 
Fool yourself, maybe 
but the rest of us aren't crazy.


I procrastinate; 
but I'm not lazy. 
I tend to over-saturate; 
but that's for safety. 
I'd rather land safely 
than let your plans faze me.


Get on, Cinderella:


Hop off of the bone. 
My Queen has claimed that throne. 
This is not your zone; 
so just leave me alone.


You make me sick, girl. 
You give me cancer. 


Don't need the tricks, girl. 
You can save the banter.


Keep your friendly texts, girl. 
Quell the occasional chatter. 


Don't ask what's next, girl. 
Your inquiry yields ugly answers.


You'll get what you 
don't want from me. 
You'll view what you 
don't want to see: 


The truth 
about a youth 
who became what she 
never thought she'd be:


A pig rolling around, 
acting like she doesn't love 
being battered in 
her lather of fecal matter; 
so disgusting, she can't even gather 
laughter from the Mad Hatter,


Earth shattered because 
she's depressed and getting fatter, 
but daring enough to pile 
more insults on other people's platter,


Claiming something bigger than herself 
but getting pissed when no one flatters, 
saying she left love on the shelf; 
pretending like it doesn't matter…


Move your ass, Cinderella!


Those are boots. 
Not glass slippers that you walk in. 
No one cares about your tantrums; 
so change the mood you talk in.


You're not what you think you are; 
so just proceed. 
Don't wine or balk when 
I present you with this broom. 
Clean your porch before you walk in.


Go, Cinderella.


Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Forever"

‎"Forever"


Seriously. 


Will this be the last time
That I have to deal with it
Or should I schedule more time
For us to revisit this shit?
I get tired of being reminded
About all that I do wrong. 
That's why when I'm out alone,
I "forget to bring my phone." 


I mean really,
I don't like what we're becoming. 
So often, we would argue
And fight over much of nothing. 
There's times where we'd be out
and I' address you as my baby
Until you show your ass. 
Then you become "some random lady."


I swear. 
This shit is crazy. 


Our arguments are so extensive,
We get lost deep in translation;
Not from what we don't interpret.
More from hidden inclinations. 
All those underlying fixations
To bring up the situations
That you know peak my frustration. 
Does it bring you satiation?


Does it give you satisfaction?
Do you crave this action?
Is this what you need?
Are you trying to feed?
Am I as sick as you are?
What more is left to say?
We're done talking today. 
Thought it would end this way…


…Right?
Right…


A few drinks with my friends. 
There you go; calling again. 
Instead of reconciling with me,
You ask what car I'm in. 
You accuse me of cheating:
"Who's the girl you're meeting?"
"I knew you were deceiving."
"Could've said you were leaving." 
So quick to grab the phone
And get one of your friends
To follow me around; 
Reporting places I'm spotted in;
But it'll be over soon. 
I've dealt with this for years. 
Feel free to sigh and swoon;
But I'm looking past your tears. 


Get up!
Get out!


You can scream and shout,
But there's nothing to talk about. 
You can sob and cry;
But I refuse to stand by. 
I don't want an explanation. 
I no longer care why. 
Don't waste time on presentation. 
I don't need a dissertation. 


I just want you gone. 
You say "we'll never be alone."


"We belong together. 
We will be forever."


I say "You've wasted your chances." 
You make gradual advances. 


You tell me that you need me:
"I won't let you leave me."


I've heard nothing more
Before you locked the door. 
You reach under the bed. 
My pistol is on the floor. 


"You try to leave out,
And I promise you'll bleed out."
I look at you like you're crazy. 
You say "I love you baby."
"You promised you would stay.
I can't let you get away."


Ok. I've heard your rundown. 
Now please. Put the gun down. 


Stomach churning. 
I've never felt so sick. 
Your bloodshot eyes burning
Like a freshly lit wick. 
You blow one final kiss. 
My lips begin to quiver
As the barrel meets your lips
And you gleefully pull the trigger. 


Til death?
Yeah. That's what I figured, too;
But I'm haunted by that day. 
I guess I'm still not over you. 
Maybe it was overdue
Or we weren't meant to be together. 
Either way, it remains true
That you'll be with me forever. 


Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"The Forsaken"

‎"The Forsaken" 

Chase another thrill. 
Needs I can't fulfill. 
It takes a lot of skill
To go against one's will.
The method appears simplistic;
But the process is proven hard
Because I'll always be the headline
That feels like an under card.

Face another time.
Find another way.
I refuse to face my crimes.
I'll return some other day.
I'd rather run away.
Truth will chase. I will flee;
Because nothing I could say
Will remove my past from me.

Do it in your face.
Catch me if you can.
Try your best to keep pace;
Because I don't adhere to plans.
Rough, rugged and overran.
Expelled, exiled and banned.
Binding twine between their fingers
Before they swing from ceiling fans.

I am not fulfilled.
This lifestyle is boring.
What am I to beg for?
Why so much imploring?

This is not an allegory.
Believe that this is real.
There's no clear cut category
For the way that I feel.

Gather.
Get the crowd going.
Travel by night
And conspire by morning.
Wind still blowing.
Rage still growing.
Weapons barely showing
Among the lost and unknowing.

Scatter.
Get the blood flowing.
Let it spill fresh.
I don't care if it's snowing.
Tears start falling.
Bodies start crawling.
They drag as they scream;
But no one hears them calling.

I've never been inclined
To hapless means of preservation;
So my reign will be defined
By my pursuit of desecration.
Absolute domination
Regardless of denomination.
Wreaking havoc and damnation
Across a multitude of nations.

Make them loathe creation.
They'll wish they were never born.
They fall subject to cremation;
Left forgotten and forlorn.
Hell can't contain the fury
Of one who finds himself torn
Between a deviant void of conscience
And a calculated mind scorned

Especially when the world is cold
But nobody wants to take in
One who cannot fit their mold
Or give something to lay stake in.
They called me ugly and old;
Said I'm disfigured and misshapen.
But if I outlive them all,
Who is truly the forsaken?

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Hummingbird And Blue Jay"

"Hummingbird And Blue Jay"


She can run for miles. 
She can move all day. 
She can fly for hours. 


I'd give chase forever. 


She shines in sunlight. 
She sparkles in the shade. 
The brightest sight God ever made. 


Her luster never fades. 


I flail. 
Wings flap til weary. 
I fail. 
Wide eyes become teary. 


Yet another somber day
That she isn't near me. 
There has to be a way. 
I truly want her dearly. 


I can hear God's Angels sing
Every time she flaps her wings. 
I'm left to manage rosy cheeks
Every time she parts her beak. 


But my eyes still leak
And my strides deplete
And my wings get weak…


…but my heart still speaks. 


I watch in awe as she flutters
Whilst my days decrease in number. 
Some days are spent wondering why;
But every time, I trust a try. 


Every day she passes by
Grants me the will to fly. 
I follow through the darkest depths
and even where it seems too high. 


Far be it for me
To give up on what I see. 
This degree of affinity
Is crystal clear to me. 
She is divinity. 
My fond memory. 
Daily mystery. 
Nightly serenity. 
My springtime majesty. 
Perched high above the litany
Of squandering swallows and ducks
That can't hold a twig for me. 
She is my shining vision. 
Her wings hum like harps. 
The envy of every pigeon
That wished they were as sharp. 


But what is given to he
Who chases symmetry
Only to remain outlined in misery?
This is my tragedy.
My greatest travesty. 
I guess it must prove true
That I'm destined be as blue
As this coat that houses my hue. 


I recall the day
When it became too much. 
She was so far away. 
I just wanted her touch. 
She didn't stay very long. 
I listened to her song. 
She glistened in the wind. 
Our embrace closer than friends…


…thats where this begins…
…I don't want it to end…
…but my wings need to mend…
…is there some strength to lend?


She can run for miles. 


I'll endure the trials. 
I'll withstand the wiles. 
I'll just heal awhile. 


She can move all day. 


Try as I may,
I will find a way. 
I'll push through the fray. 


She can fly for hours. 


I will find the power. 
I will navigate these showers. 
I'll climb the highest tower. 


I'll deal with the weather. 
Nothing will cleave these feathers. 
One day, we'll be together. 


I'd give chase forever. 


Written By: Devin Joseph Metz


For You, Hummingbird.

"The Last Resort(Suicide Watch)"

"The Last Resort(Suicide Watch)"


I won't close my eyes.
I've no regrets.


I've every single reason
to employ these means.
It only lingers for a season;
so why briskly flee the scene?
This is the grand scheme.
This is where we're at:
A long road of swift souls
lost in a twisting path;
but we can find our way.
Don't let me rue the day
that everything is snatched away
because of words we didn't say.


I won't bite my tongue.
I've more words left.


If I had reason to lie,
you would never see my eyes.
If deceit was my mission,
I wouldn't need ambition.
If I aimed for confusion,
then I would feed you illusions;
leaving you to fret
over what you don't know yet.
Truth hurts; but I'll take it.
Time is scarce; but I'll make it.
We don't care; so we fake it.
Clothe my soul. I feel naked.


Time consumed, 
in my room, 
wondering where did love go.
Not just ours.
Minds devoured this prize
Unknown wisdom to the demise of our lives.
Together ;
In depth streams of schemes
To be left unseen ;
through the truth.


There is no surprise. 
All has been set.


Truth refuses to hide away. 
You assign it to another day;
Only to feign fits of dismay
When your "patience" doesn't pay. 
Is it really that unreal
When you allow old habits to stay
And hate the way it feels
Trying to pull frost from the fray?


You take this in stride. 
This is not your best bet.


Complacency will shroud that soul. 
It will simplify the process;
Letting you think you're on a roll
And withhold your lack of progress.
I give you this advice;
But I likely won't take it. 
Hypocritical cloaks have a price;
So my soul may remain naked. 


Naked my ass, 
but of course that's what you'd want.
Stare at women with who don't even flaunt.
Excuses make inconceivable muses.
Diffuses situations in CONTEMPT.
I am held. Bound.
Drowning in your dismay.
Go away.
Please;
for I am growing angry.
Can't see,
Feel,
Heal, 
is what you used to do
to  me.
But i'm blind with your discomfort.
Can't see.


If you leave my side,
I won't object.


Don't get me wrong.
I also tire of this song;
But I pursue us for a reason;
Not just to stall or prolong.
I will not pretend
Or offer you stale amends
I think I should rescind.
Let's bring this to an end.


I release you from your bind.
I hope your needs are met.


I've tainted you far too much.
I've watched you wipe the stains.
Our love is reduced to grains
That washed within the rain.
No longer will you stammer
Through your fits of rage and pain
After I let this hammer
push this bullet through my brain.


A bullet of time
Tainted from your painted filth.
Dark strolls,
Long walks,
Uneven talks,
Who am I talking to?
I'll be more than glad 
to pull the trigger for you;
But for whom? 
You are someone else.
Must you deceive me
When I've weaved thee?
Made you into something great
Only to be filled with hate?
Leave me with sores?
After I off you,
I'll leave th(us) on the floor.


Please don't shiver, baby.
Pull that trigger, sweet lady.
Eviscerate my face.
Decorate the place.


Pick up the pace.
Make it quick.
Go ahead. Close the case.
I bet you think I'm sick.


All we've become is a wick.
No light remains to flicker.
One shot will do the trick.
I won't even flinch or quiver.


Have at it.
Punish my bad habits.
Purge what is left of we.
Go on, love. Be free.


Oh you're funny now.
Now you're ready to bow down?!
You make me fucking sick!
Where was this devotion 
when I asked you to commit?!
You're full of shit!


I won't close my eyes. 
I've no regrets…


There is no surprise. 
All has been set…


Set up,
Sat down,
Cast aside with the pride.


If you leave my side, 
I won't object…


I release you from your bind. 
I hope your needs are met…


We can no longer be;
So I refuse to see
What would become of me.


Precious like porcelain. 
Fancy like wood grain. 
Colorful like glass stained. 
But not as clear as window panes. 


Nothing left to gain. 
You're so pissed. You still cry. 
I've caused you enough pain. 
I'll squeeze the trigger. Goodbye.




Coward flees from seeing 
seas of burnt trees.
I'm gone. 


Written By: Evelyn Storm and Devin Joseph Metz

"Platonic Preservation: Emotional Deprivation"

"Platonic Preservation: Emotional Deprivation"

She asked me how it looks.
Of course, I said it's gorgeous.
Thing is, I really meant it.
I didn't plan or scheme it.
I doubt she even noticed.
No need for her to know this.
I'm not trying to grow this;
But I can't help but show this.

Blushes and light gasps
concealed within slight laughs,
struggling to withhold my frown
when I have to turn her down,
such enthusiastic smiles
when I sit and stay awhile.
Quaint conversing while traversing.
I could ride with her for miles.

Ah well.
A man can wish.

Skirts lay about her legs
like wrappers around chocolate.
If I stared any longer,
one would swear that I lost it.
Eyes locked on her dress.
I should digress;
but carefully selected words die
when truth lingers within the eyes.

Am I a jerk
for glancing at a short skirt?
Is that so crude?
Am I that rude?
Maybe I'm the dude
that she perceives as prude.
I may be too modest;
but I'm worse when honest.

I just can't be;
But a man will lust.

How does one speak their mind
with no risk of regret?
This solution may seem simple;
but I haven't found it yet.
Spending so much of my time
trying hard to resist.
I've no lease to expression;
so I struggle to desist.

She's confused.
I'm maligned.
Awkward silence protrudes.
We're lost in time.
There isn't much sublime
about a mind filled with tension.
When infatuation leaves you floored,
it gets harder to invoke ascension.

Maybe she isn't paying attention.
Why do I want her to?

Why do I take delight
in sitting around late at night
only to say that I can't stay
and have to reluctantly walk away?
What manner of friend am I
if I can't maintain my disguise?
History has consistently proven why
cloaks are worn by the wise.

I can't compromise our friendship;
but it's not fair to my feelings.
Comfort and choices rarely share kinship;
so it might not be worth revealing.
Besides, I know why I'm concealing.
It does stem from noble stances.
Things are great; so why take chances?
There will be no awkward advances.

Still in all, some part of me
really hopes that she can see.
I'm not concerned with what will be.
I just wonder what would be.
If this were a different time
and things weren't strewn and misplaced,
maybe then I'd share with her
that which I cannot give chase.

That would be nice.
Maybe she thinks so.

So much for that.
A man can wonder, though.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Bodies"

"Bodies"


Left to think about
All the times that it went south
And the words we blurted out. 
All we did was scream and shout. 
All that would elude my mouth
Short of rum and lifeless kisses
Are feelings I can't shut out. 
We can no longer dismiss this. 
You say that you understand;
But you only want to rush me. 
You don't have to hold my hands;
But I do want you to touch me. 
Consider what it means
To venture far beyond your means
In search of what remains unseen:
Lands where true desire leans
Against these battered, fragile walls
Of a heart that surely lobbies
For much more than nightly calls;
But all that remains are bodies… 


Like a bee to its hive 
I've only seen divine eyes
That trapped my soul from within
to never win 
with you
What could you possibly see
when you are looking past me
You hug to catch mugs from the free
and bow down to me in discreet
to only call me your Queen
show me more that meets the eye
than just a few words to make me shy
blush in rush for you to just be
You
Deceitful grins to contrary to belief
are simple griefs to you being bound
confined and enslaved within this love
Trickling with despair i dont know what this is
To you, sweet words remain hobbies
but according to my knowledge
all that is left are bodies..........


I never wanted to be a bigot. 
I don't need five wives. 
I'm familiar with this divot. 
Thank God for nine lives. 
Feline facets have proven essential
When placed alongside my masculinity. 
I must be agile, quick and nimble. 
It seems like a futile trinity. 
You take your time in public;
But move ever so swift in secrecy. 
The closest I've come to your subject
Is when light dims on our indecency;
But I'm a man, right?
We don't complain about frequency
Or how much affection is lost
When you don't visit frequently. 
I just sit in the shade. 
I just lay here alone
Until you need somewhere to fade
And you want to jump my bones. 
No tears escape these eyes;
At least not in God's grace. 
His sunlight won't acknowledge the smile
That I've etched across my face. 
This has become our commonplace:
I have employed pretentious means
To shy away from feeling dirty
So you'll always think you're clean;
But our love is a disease
That was administered by me. 
I doubt that it will ever recede.
It will likely claim our bodies…………… 


Written By: Evelyn Storm and Devin Joseph Metz