"F.M.L.: Detour"

"F.M.L.: Detour"


We took this path
when you took me back
and I took this fall
and I took your call
then we watched it all.
We heard the blast
and we felt the crash
but we could not stall.
The worst of it all
on display in the shade
of a veil forged in wells
more saline than the tears
that have run to the ears for refuge.
To choose is a struggle
that should never have been.
The love that of a friend
becoming a "remember when"
is much more than either of us bargained for.
The smoldering shelter
filled with burning letters
has taken the form of a deleted thread.
Patience depleted and optimism premium
over me not being the "him"
that you never wished to pull from.


Here it comes......


The haphazard,
feeble,
pointless,
sporadic,
pedantic,
frantic attempt to push away.
Far away
until the day you impart the stranger words:
"Hey Stranger."
Made your point as clear
as the haze in your perception.
Gave direction without the map
and memory never applied.
Lied to bide
because you need to hide
when you'd much rather confide
but there is harm in these arms
no matter how warm.
Thoughts will swarm across the surface.
I'm anxious.
You're nervous.
We're angry.
This ain't we.
This can't be.

 
































Neither can we.


Forks.
Maps.
Locations.


Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Reactionary"

"Reactionary" 

Tall order for short measure.
You only notice when I talk reckless
and to talk reckless,
I need the checklist.
Checkered past
but a chest filled with pawns.
Floored on the board
and the chess is prolonged.
No vest on my chest
cutting through like the bishop
more ruthless than rook.
Castle with hooks
and never paid for the bars.
Real mean for my queen.
That's why the king has his scars. 

Still don't know who you are. 

More easily identifiable by far
than by most up close.
Recognition up to par
from the way that you boast
but what is noticed the most?
You only see me
when the back meets the ropes
and you're trapped
and you choke.
You would laugh unprovoked
as if I couldn't stay woke.
I don't sleep on subliminal.
The criminal caught
is the lesson taught
where few have listened. 

I guess tradition doesn't matter. 

I suppose I'm to be flattered
because you were just playing.
Right?
I romp and ridicule
and now you want to fight.
Right.
Took your night
and let today have a look.
Time frame for mind games
and still found time to cook.
You can't play by this book.
I wrote every chapter.
Wouldn't feed on knowledge
now you're starving after the fact..... 

........what remains intact is the fact
that you don't want me to release the evil.
You blink or sigh
or question why
and there will be upheaval.
Stabbed with the sharpest needles.
Wounds similar in dimension
that slowly drain what you've sustained
to invoke your ascension.
Lest I fail to mention,
I'm not one for boast or sport
so when I come for teeth and tongue,
consider it retort.
The spoils for such a chore.
Nothing less. Nothing more
and that's me being nice.
A meager price
just to settle the score
and before you gain sense,
I will have rinsed away the remnants.
Was offended that you'd try.
Thought at first to wonder why
when you know how hot the flame burns
in an instant for onlookers in the distance.
The one thing worse than a death sentence
is your existence
during my relentless persistence.

You can't prevent this. 

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"F.M.L."

"F.M.L."

The road less traveled
with our roles mishandled
where potholes dismantle
things we shouldn't look to build...
Holes we've created
never filled past the extent.
Intent burns quicker than desire
and it hurts to feel the fire.
Discomfort.
This warmth between us.
Knowing how much we need us
whilst hoping the world can't see us.
Love this strong between us  
is the puzzle that stumped the genius.

We are Rubix and Crucifix.

For you my feelings sacrificial
while better served in dismissal.
I shouldn't need you to stay.
Fought through things to say
to push away
but somewhere inside,
I haven't matched six sides yet.
You take me high
yet 
I've grown sick from this.

If you knew of my regrets,
you'd stop asking if I'm okay
and let me just exist.

This too must cease
but we don't desist
and we draw closer to death
with every breath pondered.
Wandered through possibility
trying to justify our ability
to coexist with some stability
but we are cylinder and square peg.
Watched my heart beg
beyond my judgmental mind.
Rationale rationed well
enough for me to hide behind
the darkest part of a truth
that most would call a lie.
I look to text you "Hi"
and you won't say "Goodbye."
Over the phone:" Are you alone?"
and I'm not asking why.
We find a zone then you go home
and I just want to die
but I
much like you
stretched this heart in two places.
Knots much larger than shoelaces
as we make faces that subdue
the curiosity they drew.
I hide from her.
He's fine with you.

What new have we discovered?

These thoughts,
they hover over me so thick
and intimate
and personal.
Pictured things I've hoped to know
past the passion of imagination.
Calling you my fixation.
Broiling with indignation
when he pulls you away from me.
Love of yours he takes from me.
He takes for free
something so priceless.
Full of envy and I don't like this.
Rush of lust and I can't fight this.
Not much longer.
Something stronger must become my distraction.
Reactions once easily concealed
are revealed with much more frequency.
You cross my mind frequently
and I know my place in yours.

Several scores of emotions
that we shouldn't have to deal with
rise on purpose
with great purpose
to the surface and I feel it
and I'm filled with so much of you.
There is just so much of you.
Too much of you to keep at bay.
Can't get a way
to get away
so you get to stay
and what I try to say
isn't what I really want to.
I really want you.
I need you bad.
Another dose of what I never had
in the first place.
That first taste of the sweetest bitter.
Eyes well from the endless river.
Bit my lip just to stave the quiver
of speaking promises that I can't deliver
and I'm sorry
and it's all me
and it's us too.
I wish it was all you
and we both know
how far this goes
but please,
don't go.

Just don't.
No.....don't. 

No.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

~ Forks. Maps. Locations. ~

"Dark Matter"

"Dark Matter" 

Broke the bulb
when the flicker turned dim.
Child of light
complete with devilish grin
all the same with no fangs
concealed behind whispers. 

This per the patience
that was once religion to me.
Time drove division through me
with each new incision soothing
as the strain progresses. 

I've done less with hope
and much more without the wish
yet I insist upon wondering
if I'm among your favorite sins committed.

Repeatedly livid perceiving the possibility
that I might not be granted inclusion.
Exclusion an acquired taste, after all.

So used to crawling to the finish
just to witness a prize as diminished
as my pride has grown after ambition. 

I no longer care to listen.

Watch me slaughter every light
and make the world stop.
Shadows no longer fight
in corners to remain on top.
Lay where light used to hide.

Shimmering remnants trapped inside.
Lodged deeper than shrapnel
from the shattered shards of shine
less divine in this design
than the coarser grains refined
until fine as that of sugar.
Took your gleam and scraped it clean.
Fit to fiend for the obscene.

Think on dreams you'd never speak of
where cheap love
is ransomed for lust.
Each hug the precursor for trust:
the tool that rules before us.
Blew dust from the wicked ways.
Foundation built amid this haze
of guilt you've no doubt succumbed to
until I reach deep enough
for you to come to
and come for me
as I came for you
under shade.
Lost the days.
Savored nights.
Little sight needed when near.
Fear once a formality
is now a residue to be rinsed clean.
Don't be afraid of what is unseen.
There are no screens forewarning.
The adjoining lips,
limbs
and fingers
linger longer
where the stronger urges outlast
what time presents
when light is cast upon it. 

Flaws flaunted
once haunted
encourage the charmer. 

Used to need
the talk and chatter
to get here much faster. 

Thought it right
to embrace light
until it all grew darker. 

Not need to fight.
What comes this night
should be all that matters.... 

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Timeless Part 4: Strings"

"Timeless Part 4: Strings"

The fringe.
Sourced by misfortune
I've binged on.
I've been gone
but my remnants are in
your line of sight.
Naivety teaches you
that my good nights
are when the room is silent
like violence needs
an audience.
Calling this the peaceful purchase.
The peace you've purchased.
The peace of purchase
but pieces surfaced
long before I checked in bags
or underwent the jetlag
proportionate to the distance traveled. 

Fringe
like frills
unraveled until thin
and fine.
Chills down the spine,
sore the neck
and bruised the shoulders.
Air colder than conditioned.
Thought I'd listen once I faced
thoughts that still just hunt and chase
and swipe
and swing
at life to bring
me lower than
this trench I've flooded.
Not long before rough and rugged
are the safest ways to suffer.
Strength not mustered.
Time not salvaged.
Lost in clusters.
Cracking.
Damaged.
Damned from boil to bandage
disadvantaged like I've planned this
while this far away. 

I've timed less
on the timeless.
The things that endure
were never as pure to me as pain.
Nothing stays quite like the stain
and my brain much like this train
is a bullet piercing thoughts trapped in the tunnel.
I appear undone
to the not quite whole
who prefer to poke holes
in hopes of saving their souls
from what none of us can outrun.
More outdone than un.
Less feeling for one
or a few feigning concern.
Took your turn
and took mine away
so you'll be blind the day
that I pick up and leave.
Sit and try to conceive.
Maybe we'll find reprieve in both ways. 

The shears again threaten the thread.
I tread haphazardly in navigation.
Nothing matters of the latter but the fringe.
Fatter in my binge.
The unhealthy has dealt me
a loose hand.
Thought of the truce
but it gets cold when I fold
so I play it out.
Ive laid it out
for no one to bear witness.
Purpose of the distance.
Punctuality like cavities
carving craters in each sentence.
Plane prescribed plain
to kill pain without the dentist
but the same plains from which
I abscond and abstain
in search of the sane
might be where my portion remains... 

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Timeless Part 3: God Is He"

"Timeless Part 3: God Is He"
 

Babygirl, I apologize.

I see life's lies in your eyes 

and I want to revise: 

 

God is He. 

Can he say sorry? 

God is He in all.

It's glory. 

 

You are no neighbor to me but a mockery of sincere pleas.

Beg. I want you on your knees.

Get down. Pray to the most High 

beating your chest when her heart is at rest. 

How many times will you kiss her with deception? 

How many times will you speak of wrong direction? 

How many times will you say everything is gonna be fine? 

How many times will you fuck her pussy instead of her mind? 

You imprison her, beyond misogynistic. 

Soon time it'll only be conjugal visits. 

She'll turn to stone and be wrapped in snakes

because she has nothing at stake, becoming a foe.

Not being able to fix it so you deem her a hoe.

You can't hand out time with unclear signs.

You can't hand out time when its a poisonous vine.

You can't blame women when God is in their eyes.

You can't blame women when they beam sunshine. 

She revealed you to you.

Your battle isn't her truth.

Your forced powers are elegant masks draped in chivalry. 

You are not Moses just because you've parted seas.

Women stay wet on their own. 

Even though tears drop, they are from her home. 

You can state facts all you want for condone.

No need to speak life, she has two lips of her own.  

She has four reasons to speak life into your soul. 

You may be handsome in spirit and a legend on the streets 

but it is women who carry your legacy.

You can hold everything, even your pride.

God is she and she rules time.

 

Dear brother, pardon me.

I see what is marred of we

and wish to adjust accordingly.

God is she.

Should God be contrite?

She is God holistically

in all her magnificence.

You are no trophy.

Just a puppet running out of plans

whose hands and knees should greet the pavement

more than those before enslavement ended.

Render yourself to the celestial

whether riddled in those shackles

due to circumstance or your volition.

How long will breaking hearts become tradition?

How long will you remain within transition?

How far along must he follow behind?
How far does this plot truly run in your mind?

You accost him past the point of material means

where a tempest of jewelry and designer jeans

rip violently through what was once the ideal

concept of what a good man provides.

You've had less time and did more damage.

You've made less time to apply that bandage

and you can't blame one for the multitude.

You can't blame the masses for what one truly exudes.

To confide in you

is a task not as arduous

as society would have you believe.

Being his reprieve

does not absolve responsibility.

Stability is paramount

and accountability essential.

The instrumental can't escape the truth in their actions.

Consistency is not a run on sentence

nor is it a redaction

but a constant reaction to a change

that needed to take place.

He cannot be disgraced

while you long to save face.

Shortcomings will forever be prolonged

when fighting each other for the throne.

She

and He

and lust for control

and there's no real rush

to find one's soul.

You may be gorgeous enough to be claimed as spouse

but it takes more than bricks to build the house.

What isn't firmly rooted will rise with the tide.

God is he.

Set false idols aside.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Written By: Evelyn Rivera and Devin Joseph Metz

"Timeless Part 2: Red Eyes"

"Timeless Part 2: Red Eyes"

A couple million miles from home.
By myself.
I fly alone.
Just one bag.
One carry-on.
Just tonight and then I'm gone.
Swift as the emergency.
Movement with some urgency.
You can't take this hurt from me.
Can't let you take the nerve of me. 

Made my way throughout the thick.
Snatched the candle.
Cut the wick.
Stretched me thin.
It made me sick.
Wearing thin
so I made it quick.
Repackaged and purposed me.
Repackaged me purposely.
Had that candle burn for me. 

Cut the wick.
No burn for free. 

Man of action.
Verb is he.
Sent the faction to murder me.
Men of action murder thieves.
Think then act 

or hurt for me. 

Mind dismantled from the start.
Mine just travels in the dark
but mine intact retains the fact
that there's no use in coming back. 

Swift as the emergency.
Movement with some urgency.
You can't take this hurt from me.
Can't let you take the nerve of me. 

Nothing recent to report.
No reaction. No retort.
Eerie how those words contort
until there's order in the court.
Stalked in silence.
Hunt for sport
as if the violence was resort
to fortify a hoard of eyes
that now wonder why you're mortified. 

Hi. 

I chimed in some kindness
to help with the blindness. 

Hi. 

I practiced well wishes
to help with the sickness. 

Why? 

Don't act like you miss this.
Enough with that sick shit. 

Bye. 

Not here when you visit.
Less time for more business. 

I'm timeless and vicious.
Elastic and viscous.
Outlasting your first sip
and choking you senseless.
Was livid. I'm listless.
Resolved as relentless.
Involved and indignant
aching for this distance. 

Repackaged and purposed me.
Repackaged me purposely. 

No departing words from me.
Witness charged a service fee.
Told them that you've heard of me.
Atop the skies where eyes can't see.
Above the clouds reserved for me.
Frequent miles. I fly for free
with this notebook next to me.
Overnight flight to Italy... 

Written By:Devin Joseph Metz

"Timeless Part 1: Prologue"

"Timeless Part 1: Prologue" 

Poet in five letters.
Throw me. I fly better
with blessings from the river.
No love letters delivered
to the address
of those vexing
me for plain text
meshed together cleverly.
Distressed heavily
over the lame sex you're treasuring. 

Stressed Poet. 

Less Poets
would admit the same
that the best Poets
get noticed
for less in their name
unless the eyes observe thighs
or the lengthy protrusion.
Confusion I can't salve.
We give the world two halves
but they just eat dessert. 

Overt this message going forward.

Nothing worse in the least
than viewed as merchants in streets
looking to sell or compete
when living hell to complete
and feel like more than stories told
of the daring and the bold
silk array,
PDA,
flirt and play to get you wet,
skirt and stay until you fret
and other things that I regret
you giving full attention to. 

Truth be told,
It's overdue. 

Rest my hair to fit the crown.
Cultured thief.
Sir Thomas Crown
here to extract your expectation,
prediction and stale elation.
Without lust,
You're bored, I see.
Some of you will grow bored with me.
More perceived as chores
to be ignored but I implore:

Look past lapels and satin
and gimmicks your mind is wrapped in.
See it all for the first time.
Far beyond the words that rhyme
between lines
and behind the grace.
Drew this line
just to mark the place
where you first realized
that the one trick rhyme
serves a one track mind
that should do more with less time. 

Poet in five letters.
Can't search for five better 

Deliberately
Evoking
Visionary
Influence in
Numbers. 

We Are Timeless... 

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"She Twirls In The Dark"

"She Twirls In The Dark"

A corner post distance
between myself and the spectacle.
Hysterical to recall
how often I've imagined this in detail.
Sheets frail and thin
accosted by the window
slightly cracked.
Standing back
as life moves around.
Enough light to see
how much we've never needed sound.
The most we've found
you've kept at bay
until today.
So dim and dark
yet you display.
I want to play.
Just laying here
with open ears
yet you won't speak.
Already missed the kiss.
I reminisce of things so sweet.
Hanging from you loose
but still tighter than the noose
gently snug against the curves.
You work every single nerve
and I swear I love it. 

I covet every minute.
Every second in my ransom.
Watched you handle it with care:
my attention something rare
that you have spun around your waist.
I taste the secrets in cold air
that you've dispersed
fresh from your hair
with flow and flare as you perspire.
The slower the speed,
the higher the greed,
the higher my need for exclusivity.
Exquisitely placed yourself
in portions
this close to my face
to leave your breeze as my nourishment.
Thought I'd flourish
with both hands
and a mouthful
but I'm doubtful
that I've known fulfillment
where the chill meant as much
with no eventual touch
as it did in moments after. 

Movement captured frame to frame.
I'm enraptured all the same.
Lapse in time but glad you came.
Shadows bounce on window panes.
Soft, sublime rush through my veins.
I'd lose my mind saving your name.
When sought for crime
and who to blame,
I'd do the time
if I could train
my focus on
each
and
every
provocative
pose at your disclosure. 

The colder this air,
the wetter your hair
yet you won't draw near.
Desire clearer
in the distance between us.
Tension I've denounced as friction
in my desperate frustration
now serves to pique the elation
that I express in audience. 

Only this
and nothing more.
Bore temptation to the floor
there with the garments.
Every score dismembered
rendered useless.
You still chose
to perform as if the clothes
threatened to dash or diminish. 

Watched you start.
Now help me finish... 

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"The Venom"

"The Venom"

No noise when
the poison struck me.
Poised to
be toyed with.
Coiled around
after being drawn down
to this ground.
This soil
that I have toiled with
in hopes of eventual release.

No peace when
the blood boils.
Foiled my foolish fervor.
Manic murmurs you've
picked out with magnets.
Tragic how much opposites attract.
Haven't learned to retract such statements
so you sedate and subdue.
Made some black of the blue
that I wished would remain.

Struggling in the rain.
A tussle beneath torrents.
Scores of sores
on open pores
marked more than the needle.
I need all that
I was told to steer clear of.
Depleted when heated.
Running a fever.
This ether will not dissipate
so I long to participate.
Can't dodge the snake.
Embraced the fangs.
My solid state
of brace and chains
and love for lower level.
Lonesome less disheveled.
How much is due
to me from you?
I'm patient with the Devil. 

Ooze and seep into veins
until I sleep through the pain.
My train of thought derailed.
Blackest water from the well
refreshing to the mild and murky.
Alert and wild
more than the child
before spanking.
Hanging from the edge of hurt.
Feels like dirt but
it tastes like cherries.
Buried in my thirst
are the varied of my worst desires
conspiring against me
for sake of tasting the depth of this.

This.......kiss.
This cold sweat.

This brush with death
that one with any iota
would soon wipe clean from the quota.

No cries when
the eyes dim from constriction.
Condition somewhat dire
as these snakes conspire
to wrap around my hips.

No sound escapes the lips
that have grown puffy and swollen.
Control then cast aside
with my pride scattered in crumbs
replaced by what now coats my lungs
and other vital organs.
Fell in love with the jargon.
Spoke easy to ensue this sacrifice.
Affection on ice
along with what little
you would reserve of me.

No nerve of me.
No endings.
Just traces of the administered.
Prior proof of dosage
but even in diagnosis,
my silence does not promote this:

Laying here poised
with the poison
trained through
strained through
this filter of veins
for my maintenance of vain
freshly smattered with stains
from the overflow. 

Only you know better.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"4 2 12"

"4 2 12"

You look delicious in teal
but it feels real
when you wear those black jeans.
Calling back fiends to the fix
with a hip switch.
I've an itch
that is more of an urge
to purge this distance between us.
Who's never seen us in action?
Passion apparent
like lack of a parent
ensuing child's play
on a much more deliberate level.
Polished my bezel before checking the time.
I find you're too far away.
Hard to play when
separated by confines.
Concubine misses mistress.
Distressed over distortion in portions
I hoped would never surface.
Purposely shouting you out
amid the whispers.
Gift of gossip we give
just to soothe their palate.
According to their average,
we've had our fair share of indecency.
Secrets shared by the lurkers
we identify as coworkers.
Further from a truth
that I wish wasn't a lie.
Goodbye for today
but take your time walking away
in those black jeans.

The black means so much unspoken.
Chosen among the myriad of names
I would ravage and maim
for their enjoyment.

Appeal in teal
for something more to reveal.
Concealed the clues hardly.
Alarming how obvious this risk is.

Vicious vamp,
they can't hold the lamp
or light the wick.

If I be encamped,
I'd be sure to stamp
until it sticks.

You make me sick.
You get me well.
You give me hell.

You make me swell.
I'd show and tell
if you never tell.

Yes.
This is real.

 















Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"(In){Her}[Vision]"

“(In){Her}[Vision]"

Felt the weather blow in.
Not that I was searching
but I couldn't find the sew-in.
Saw her around the way before
but I don't really know when
I started paying so much
attention to where she's going.
Straight hair,
bright skin
and dark leather fit to her frame.
I would offer no disclosure
of her first name.
It was never just "Hi"
whenever she would pass by.
She sought to pique my interest.
Maybe even test my limits.
She would pay close attention
to every slight grin or grimace.
She was as timeless as the warmth
of the furnace in December.
Still in all, much recalled
was more than I'd like to remember. 

Beginner's conversing
worth rehearsing in the mind
quickly replaced in taste
by what musings she would find
worth the time to peel back.
Drawing near just to peer
before placing the seal back
and I'm enamored by the annoyance.
Her clairvoyance confirms as much.
Welcome distraction from the traction
of this daily race
I've yet to find my pace with.

Blinks
before waves
before speaking
weaving well
into handshakes
and meetings
where general fond greetings
become hugs
and warm embraces
where we barely touch faces.

Each invitation mulled over.
Not sure if coming over
would mean that I'd eventually
have to come inside.
Recalled her jokingly saying
that if I don't pull out,
I wouldn't get the chance to.
I guess it's funny
when I think of what the hands do
unprovoked even.
Fascination broke even
with her opinion of society
from impropriety
to advancement.
Rather cautious glance with
subtle questions used
to guage participation.
Emulation isn't her Forte.
She uses information as foreplay
for the eager palate
and I would eat it bland or seasoned.

Reasoned with like chemicals.
More freelance than clerical.
Hysterical the amount of labor
some would fake to gain her favor
as if she couldn't see through it all.
I'd imagine men sprawling
calling
crawling
falling over each other
just to reach out as she hovers.
Makes me wonder what I've ransomed
for this much of her attention.
Talkative as I am perceived,
I've made more time to listen
and we've been at it for months now.

The sleeves are shorter
and the leaves don't blow.
The apprehensive mind
converts to "Please. Don't go."
and "I'll be back a little later."
Couldn't have made her
more fascinating if I dared to try.
Once cared more for why
but now I'm here for more.
To explore her uncertainty
and tap into that yearning...
...well worth learning
how to earn this much..
In her touch lies conviction.
When the lies are tradition,
She would not hide the friction
and that's hard to see.
Love is time. Not commission.
Lack of time is contradiction
because the promise of her vision
is why I wait
and watch
and listen.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Winter Vines"

"Winter Vines" 

I'd say you taste rich
like the best form of filthy
where guilty denied less
and desired so much more.
This floor ice cold
for the disrobed
disabling any real reason
to elude these covers. 

My mind hovers
slightly
under thoughts of what it might
be like if it grazed my tongue.
Frustratingly fun to consider
between shiver
and cold sweat.
I'd bet then wonder
then gather my assumptions
with a certain degree of gumption 

but I haven't asked yet.
That much I regret.

Took my favorite flavors
with intent to brush your skin
where it mingles with the meat of you.
Completely knew the method
but still lacked any true record
of your interest in the same.

Felt your name
roll off my bottom lip
the last time I came
and sent my joints into contusion.
Thoughts deliciously wrapped in confusion
as I unwind in my lost mind
and my down time
and it felt fine.

Drawn red as pomegranate crushed against ruby
over the possibility that still eludes me.
Lust easier to see
with every blink of the eye.
Drawn high in my ambition to reach low.
A hopeful yes for each potential no
that has never reached conversing.
Hurting to see
what would become of we
if you give in with me.

Secrecy the salve
that rubs in fast
but evaporates slowly.
The one with the lights
knowing me better in the darkness.
Thought this so far from formal
but even normal has no true format.

Not anymore, at least.

Have your seat.
Let me feast.
Release the secrets
that have served you well in seasoning.
Reasoning forsaken
awakening independence from the sensible.
This is critical.
No pressure, though.
Pleasure pairs well with the inquisitive mind.
Maturity in every tone.
An appetite alone
will grow until consoled
and control is just a grip away.
Part the lips this day
that I might say I've guessed right.
 
 Don't tell me what you taste like.

I'll find out on my own........

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Urges"

"Urges"

How long has your illness endured?
Thought for sure that you were cured
but the limits haven’t been tested,
stretched,
pushed
or even reached yet. 

Falsely pushing forward
to force the mind to forget
but the heart would regret that loss.
Tossed most of the thoughts away
like leaves swept into the bay
but today is as long as ever.
The strongest weather ensues
and the clues will surface.
Time will draw you in
regardless of your purpose
So think fast
if you truly wish to look past
before you blink.

To sink in feels so good.
Inhaled the aroma.
Seduction stinking somewhat sullen yet savory
thick as gravy
and as cumbersome as thighs.
You loosen with eye contact.
I've contacted you daily since the visit
but no words exchange.
No verbiage in range
Which is honestly a rarity.
The charity of the absent mind
to fall behind
what was a recent occurrence
looks to challenge the endurance
of the heart that will never accept regret. 

Are you cured yet?
Tried the sedatives? 

Habits repetitive
we use to replace
the moments felt in that embrace
as if the face would ever flush
like that again. 

Foolish, my friend. 

Power that bold
cannot be controlled
yet you are sold
solely to the notion
that this is a stain to wipe away.
I would like to say
but the obvious has the floor.
Slam and shut it out
but the keys that unlock the door
are only wishes away.
Stand still or get away.
That still won't change today
and the lust you dress as sorrow
will present itself tomorrow
fully furnished and adorned
in the tries and lies you've worn
to disconnect you from a want
that you pretend is not a need. 

Spilling of seeds
that don't hit the floor.
Shuffling of feet
that have left the shore
for the porch
and the doorbell.
You know Hell is full
of the pain you've put yourself through
in doubt of your desire
and even that fire
cannot consume the truth
that this fruit is only forbidden
for as long as it is hidden begrudgingly
so don't think that suddenly
is not forever.
Together we receive reprieve
in our deliberate relief
of a mutual struggle
where the tussle only serves
to fully ripen the nerves
around muscles erect and curved
ready to surge without atonement. 

Give me a moment.... 






























Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"To Drown"

"To Drown"

Submersion.
Dispersion of vital signs
splattered and scattered between ripples.
Crippling to recall the impact.
Intact barely.
Spared me no manner of forewarning.
Upon breach,
my free falling briefly becomes drift.
Why won't his angels
lift me up to the heavens already? 

I wasn't hard to see.
It's getting hard to see.
I'm working hard to breathe.
Losing the life I need.
Should my life be retrieved,
however,
I'd not think it much better
than this current state of affairs. 

Bogged down.
Tied down
by my limbs and my hair
unfair to unbalanced weight.
Comparing this slate
to that of the one placed upon my shoulders.
Holder of predicaments
hardly fit for low endurance
complete with the policy
and enough insurance
to ensure a profitable departure. 

Loathsome archer in his accuracy
practicing the kill shot.
Wrought iron still hot
as it stands still in the heart. 

Torn completely apart
From the possibility
that my probability of survival
could ever be truly favorable.
Choking it back as I sink.
It hurts when I blink
as a think of the gasp
that it would've taken to save me.
Love gave me some reasons.
Life just chimed in conviction.
Prescription of plague
I have sought to wash away
for years on end.
Even now,
my means aren't justified. 

Meant to hide beneath
but forgot that I can't speak
amid such deep cover.
Lover of the mist
whose wrists
are further from the shore
than initially anticipated.
Elated over refreshment
but the crash was unexpected
and I now suffer alone.
Made home in the futility.
Humility always catches up
abruptly
with something
to illuminate my bad ideas. 

Hoped that I would float
but the dead weight
obeys the law to the letter.
Thought better of the drive.
March of the parched.
I was desperate and thirsty
and now have more than I can swallow.
Vessel once hollow
has exceeded the brim quickly.
When I surface,
fix me
with the most delicate of laurels
but speak not of the misery
nor the victory I've failed to breach.
A life celebrated in lies
is one that can't be used to teach

So here I reach
but its too late to latch on.
Left you little evidence.
You always managed to catch on
before the scheme was complete.
No more flail in my feet.
Just my last thoughts discreetly shared
between my fading consciousness
and my fondest thought of you. 

Such a beautiful deep blue... 

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Shoelaces"

"Shoelaces" 

Standing still in this place.
This face full of creamy skin.
Hue assured as milky
complete with hair this silky
whether short,
straight
or stringy. 

You. 

The often romanticized dream
I can now proclaim as real.
Everything we feel
as new and sudden
as the first chance.
Short glance before I step away
telling myself
"enough today"
as if I stand in compliance.
Still shots of you in silence
stir in me the dirtiest of violent thoughts.
Power uncommon
coursing through the overlooked. 

You. 

Never overwhelmed
at the helm of life.
Strife still stings
but you tie those strings.
Trifling things
but you tie those strings.
Pain attached
but you break that latch
and you scrape and scratch
and you peel that back. 

Does it feel like that when....?
I imagine.
I've.....imagined.
Fantasized honestly. 

I've seen
vandals in sandals
no more fit for the mantle
than that which collects dust.
The must of their tread
wreaks of ambition driven stale.
Ankles pale from lack of circulation.
Interpretation of mid-climb
forever forging a position
construed for blaming time
for the self served transgression
known as lack of progression. 

I've witnessed the witless.
Skipping in slippers.
Sipper of the cheapest brand.
Calloused hands
hug the plastic bottle.
Full throttle past the tonsils
Enter route to the liver.
Giver of tales
from years no longer recent.
Decent in self perception.
In their mirror a reflection
of what would have been
and what used to be.
Used to see
the opportunity in all things.
Now the lonesome heart sings
as the mind sways,
mumbling. 

Stumbling upon your design
is for the fortunate among us
and I'm still rubbing my eyes.
Clouds that drift this high
find time to displace.
God's grace
bathing over you in layers
thick enough to taste days away.
Words I've yet to say
never make it past my grin.
Smiles that mix the love within
with a bevy of new sins
we've enjoyed a hundred times
and then
for as long as my imagination lingers. 

Fingers formed for knots
that flip flops know nothing of.
Bare or gloved,
those hands reach
across each impedance
with the will to find balance.
Challenged daily
by those falling,
sailing,
flailing laces. 

Places like this
where my mind could slip
into the deepest sleep
if it meant our hearts could creep
closer with each nightly stroll.
Time took its toll
but the moments are worth a ransom
just to have some sensation. 

To feel your grip.
Your twist.
Your tuck between loops
circling hoops that trace this
precursor for the pace
where I can stand in place
hoping this life would take the time
to just embrace your face as I do
instead of trying to
outrun,
outlast
or simply look past it. 

Maybe we'll create new habits... 

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"811"

"811"

It was almost an accident.

Accurate assuming
that this amusing perusing
would reach further than this bed.
I'm further in your head
than the heart could ever profess.
I confess that this is comfortable.
Controversial maybe
but the sticks and stones you're saving
barely bang or brush
or shave these whiskers.
Don't ask me to whisper
when I was the mister
that could poke his way through lies

with his eyes half open
and your thighs fully fanned.
Fancy hands that hold some history.
Your misery my absence.

It was some sort of intentional.

Even cynical, smug texts
would end up in tugs next.
Ephemeral rough sex.
I was the very best.
Tale told by every ex
overhearing they weren't good.
Used to wonder what's good
but I've seen this place.
I'm good
and I should
turn down the proposition.
Unless we talk,
don't care to listen.
When you spit shine,
I glare and glisten.
Unless I walk,
you aren't my mission
but that shit's mine.

I barely miss it.

Narrow in escape.
I have the cape.
I wouldn't save it, though.
Quick behind the drapes.
Embrace your shape
before I wave and go.
Made calls from the ground below.
Heard the yearning sounds below.
Unless you resound in "No"
way under the ground I go.
Whether it be sun or snow,
Weather underground to blow.
Lost beneath your lava flow.
Watched how high the lava goes
just for kicks and now you know
our time was picked without the show.

You wouldn't understand.
I'm a man
so isn't that my trait?
Every loop and strand
recalled like rubber bands
in the hands of fate.
Casualty of mockery.
Overtime you've docked from me.
Over time you'd knock for me
to display your hypocrisy

and not for me.
Rather so you'd feel better.
She was a flame.
I'll soon forget her
but I remember you so vivid.
Lonesome nights just lost and livid.
Lust like lipids once lukewarm
soon burn like fat to singe and harm
and hurt so good the helpless victim.
No real thrill. No life within them.
Salty with the bitter taste.
Squint your eyes and smush your face.
Milk and honey much misplaced.
Melting moments soon displaced

and where we stand
there are no plans
to lay with limbs
I part with hands.
I'm not your past.
I'm just a man.
I've no demands.
Not anymore.
No settled score.
Unsettled more with your permission.
Made prior calls in my position.
Once lined your walls with peak precision
but when you fall from my omission,
spare me the slight of your skewed vision.

Checked beforehand
long before hands
would be so instrumental.
Neck still purple, red and riddled.
Gasps from flesh that grazed my dental.
Hapless test confused the mental.
Had your guess been influential,
this would all be incidental

but this was almost accidental.

 















Almost is the most
that we could ever hope for
mostly.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz