You’re far too kind. Thank you, this feels sincere, and I appreciate that more than I can say.
Pry my tongue from the roof of my mouth, it might
as well be glued there,
hell, I’m in a funny mood where I see purple and
blue in every place my eyes
I was born a brick with more cracks than I can count,
lying on my back for kicks while the girls talk all about
So I waited,
and my thirst was satiated by the thirst that
I would die first, not her.
" - "the furthest corner of the pool" | Derek Deyling
Parched heart death march, mid-March until forever
I am never not thinking of you.
Let the silverlight night brighten the pit under your tongue as it laps at the milky moon for the cream of existence.
I am the jug of expired water making your knees totter under eleven ounces of heavy hearted lead.
That beating muscle in your chest weighs less than a pound— a malleable mound of palpitating mess.
Exhale your veins in pale explanations that confuse the sky, and I’ll fight the stars for them." - "stare holes in the moon" | Derek Deyling
You’ve become my friends. Times are changing, and the internet is quickly becoming one of the most typical paths to friendship. The generation born in the 2000’s is going to have such different lives than any before them, I think.
Don’t be surprised when my eyes
get stuck on yours.
Take a breath, at least try,
then go lock the door.
You come home
there is mom
mom and dad,
or there isn’t.
front door knob
feels oddly cold
when you visit.
lawn is mowed,
Or is it?" - "something changed, or did I?" | Derek Deyling
Tripped out for 600 years
who would’ve thought
that I’d make it last year
in a way it makes sense
that I’d die and reappear
" - Bad Books - “Texas”
as that fly you’ve been
swatting for years.
Well shit, message me privately and its a done deal!
There’s a fair amount of people who let me read the stuff they write and give them feedback, I rather enjoy it. You might too, if you appreciate honesty…
If I inspire you to write, then I’m not apologizing. Any inspiration is good.
Thank you for the compliments. You seem like someone I’d really enjoy.
I’ve learned to be forgiving largely because of how often I have had to ask for forgiveness myself.
one, two, three,
you try to sober me,
yet I’m drunker than I’ve ever been.
If I’m an alcoholic you’re the unopened bottle on the counter, whispering “don’t” while begging to be unwrapped like an early Christmas present.
What is self control?
I forget how to blink when I see you everywhere.
You are lemon juice running through my splintered veins.
I am a patchwork rooftop and you are rain." - "a pleasant burning in my throat" | Derek Deyling
Ha. Ha. Ha.