My muse for the fire of life
dancing in the dark of the night
You are the spark, my dear
I am ready to ignite
The light twinkling, beauty flickers
Rivers do rise and fire does wither
How long we must remain unknown
When the river has carved a new path
The flames will have a home
About the Creator
Devyn Marie
A poetic expression of deeper water. An outlet for my philosophies. A refuge for deep-thinkers who are curious about root causes and connections. A home for the profound within me. A place for love to grow.
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Hoping for Change
Trying to change someone is an expression of hope. That another might do or say something that changes our perspective of them. Through verbal expression, body language, actions, and reactions; when we try to change a person we shame them for who they currently are. That is manipulation. It is not genuine.
By Devyn Marie about a year ago in Poets
Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor5 days ago in Fiction
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