“A picture may be worth a thousand words, but a single word could be worth everything.”
May122013
March112013
“Write me like a book. Make it short and sweet. Make me a novella. Don’t make my story any longer than it needs to be. Please don’t give me a table of contents. I don’t need to know how many chapters I’ve got left; I only need to know that one small person is reading me.
Make me something quaint, something that no one goes looking for. Write me into something patient and content. And when someone does stumble upon me in the dimly lit corner of a local library, please let them feel as if they’ve discovered their very own tiny little miracle. I don’t need a big publishing company or any kind of award stamped on my chest. I don’t need critical acclaim or to be taught about in schools for decades after I’ve become irrelevant.
All I ask is to be picked up by someone beautifully unassuming. Someone who has no idea that I’m going to change their life by the time they’re done with me. Someone who has no idea that they won’t be able to put me down and who needs to turn one more page of me before falling asleep, eyes weary from studying me carefully so as not to miss a single thing. Someone who finds rest between my pages and beauty between my lines. I don’t need to be some big important novel. I just need to be someone’s short story.” To the author of infinity, a quiet plea.
By Devon Halvorson
Make me something quaint, something that no one goes looking for. Write me into something patient and content. And when someone does stumble upon me in the dimly lit corner of a local library, please let them feel as if they’ve discovered their very own tiny little miracle. I don’t need a big publishing company or any kind of award stamped on my chest. I don’t need critical acclaim or to be taught about in schools for decades after I’ve become irrelevant.
All I ask is to be picked up by someone beautifully unassuming. Someone who has no idea that I’m going to change their life by the time they’re done with me. Someone who has no idea that they won’t be able to put me down and who needs to turn one more page of me before falling asleep, eyes weary from studying me carefully so as not to miss a single thing. Someone who finds rest between my pages and beauty between my lines. I don’t need to be some big important novel. I just need to be someone’s short story.” To the author of infinity, a quiet plea.
By Devon Halvorson
February112013
Anonymous asked: how do you make line breaks in text posts? all my stanzas run together on this crap!
First of all, sometimes it doesn’t work on your phone. Secondly, if you’re having trouble, try using the html code <.p.> and <./p.> but remove the (.)’s from both. Use the first to start a break and the second to finish it. <.br.> and <./br.> (of course remove the periods again) also might work but I’m not really sure, I’ve never had that issue. Sorry, wish I could help more. If none of those work, try googling it.
January92013
iamlostinlove asked: How long have you been writing?
I started trying to write poetry in 9th grade (I was 14 and my 21st birthday is in one week), however, I didn’t start to believe in what I was writing until about two years ago and most of what you see, the poetry on the blog, the videos, etc., all of those came about in the last two years. The majority of the ones that I actually enjoy are much more recent, perhaps 9 months. All in all though, I started writing the day I learned about performance poetry, almost 7 years ago, though most of the things I wrote then are not works that I feel hold any artistic value or interest for most people.
1AM
permanentsunshine asked: I just discovered your writing, and your poems have made my night. Honestly. You write with such raw beauty and honesty. I can tell by just reading a few pieces that God is totally glorified when you write. So awesome. You've got an amazing gift. Thanks for the inspiration!
That’s so encouraging, thanks so much. To have someone tell me that God is glorified by my writing is monumental, I appreciate that a lot.
January32013
This is a poem I wrote one year ago called “January”.
I wrote it last year to describe my life since I had moved away from home, been through a tough break-up, and started having to become a man. Now, one year later, things are completely different in my life again. This is a poem about growing up, about second chances, and about becoming a brand new creation every single day through the love of Jesus Christ.
I hope it connects with you as you begin a new year of new choices, new relationships, new adventures, and new beginnings. Happy New Year.
-Devon Halvorson
January22013
“Someone recently asked me what part of a woman’s body I find most attractive.
I find MUCH of a woman’s body attractive. In my opinion, a woman is a masterpiece and a masterpiece is to be studied and admired. I like to think of God as a poet and each of us are his poems. So, on a woman, I find freckles to be as beautiful as refrains, repeating themselves over and over to make a more complete piece. I find the small dimple behind her ears to be as important as punctuation- if we miss them, we are left wanting. I find a woman’s smile to be lyrical, causing me to try to memorize every movement of her lips. Her soft smooth skin is a beautiful rhythm- when I notice it, I can’t help but wonder how it feels; I find myself hoping it never ends. Her legs are lines that are far too beautiful for me to fully understand, yet I read them over and over finding new ways to make sense of them. I find her eyes to be the words I’d hoped to read, making me believe the piece was written specifically for me. I find the curve of a woman’s back to be as intoxicating as beautiful handwriting- I need to study each slope, each ridge, each point in order to fully understand all of the emotion. Her hands and the way they connect to her fingers and the way her fingers push her hair out of her face- to me, it’s all poetry being performed so perfectly, so delicately. So enticingly.
What I find most attractive about a woman’s body is the way it speaks to me.
” (via devoninneverland)
December212012
“If you ever look back on your life
And wonder where I’d gone
Think on the days
I rested my head against your neck
Brushed my cheeks over your wrists
And traced your veins with my fingertips
Think of the times
I looked at your lips
Trembling at your every breath
And how I made my home
Between your lungs
Rising in your east
And falling in your west
If you still cannot find me
After all these years
Look inside your heart
To all the shattered window glass pieces
The doors hanging off their hinges
The paint peeling walls
The torn up floors
And there in the deepest corner
Of the darkest room
Nestled inside your beating chest
Shine your light upon my face
And you’ll see I never left.” “Home Is…” by Devon Halvorson
And wonder where I’d gone
Think on the days
I rested my head against your neck
Brushed my cheeks over your wrists
And traced your veins with my fingertips
Think of the times
I looked at your lips
Trembling at your every breath
And how I made my home
Between your lungs
Rising in your east
And falling in your west
If you still cannot find me
After all these years
Look inside your heart
To all the shattered window glass pieces
The doors hanging off their hinges
The paint peeling walls
The torn up floors
And there in the deepest corner
Of the darkest room
Nestled inside your beating chest
Shine your light upon my face
And you’ll see I never left.” “Home Is…” by Devon Halvorson
December132012
“Eve, I believe you have something of mine.
You see, I was breathed to life by God one night.
Broken from the earth.
Beaten beautifully into an image no other beast could contain.
A form that no being could truly replicate.
I was scraped out of infinity and born out of the nothing.
I am something to behold.
To be held in my Creator’s arms.
Bashed into existence.
I was blistered by the dust that fell from my body.
Making me live, breaking my limbs from sediment, sand, and rock.
Carved from a golden block.
I was breathed.
He gave me air to breathe
Eyes to see
A spirit to believe.
He gave me words to speak.
I spoke, “Hallelujah!”
Shouted, “Hosanna!”
Screamed, “Holy!”
I sang sweetly for his glory.
He gave me dominion over the beasts.
Over every living thing.
He brought them all before me.
“Ocelot!” I exclaimed,
“Giraffe!” “Fox!” “Monkey!”
Every one of them, I named.
Still, it was not good for me to be alone.
From these beasts, came no helper, not one.
So, this morning when I woke, my rib was gone.
And when I laid eyes on my helper
My heart felt as if it had grown.
Now this, for you,
Is the first love poem.
And I know I will never again be alone.” “The First Love Poem” by Devon Halvorson
You see, I was breathed to life by God one night.
Broken from the earth.
Beaten beautifully into an image no other beast could contain.
A form that no being could truly replicate.
I was scraped out of infinity and born out of the nothing.
I am something to behold.
To be held in my Creator’s arms.
Bashed into existence.
I was blistered by the dust that fell from my body.
Making me live, breaking my limbs from sediment, sand, and rock.
Carved from a golden block.
I was breathed.
He gave me air to breathe
Eyes to see
A spirit to believe.
He gave me words to speak.
I spoke, “Hallelujah!”
Shouted, “Hosanna!”
Screamed, “Holy!”
I sang sweetly for his glory.
He gave me dominion over the beasts.
Over every living thing.
He brought them all before me.
“Ocelot!” I exclaimed,
“Giraffe!” “Fox!” “Monkey!”
Every one of them, I named.
Still, it was not good for me to be alone.
From these beasts, came no helper, not one.
So, this morning when I woke, my rib was gone.
And when I laid eyes on my helper
My heart felt as if it had grown.
Now this, for you,
Is the first love poem.
And I know I will never again be alone.” “The First Love Poem” by Devon Halvorson
November222012
URL CHANGE
In an effort to make my poetry blog more uniform and reduce confusion and just make it all around easier to access my poetry page, the URL devonhalvorson.tumblr.com will be used for my poetry and devoninneverland.tumblr.com will be used for my personal blog (where the reblogs and fun posts happen)
Sorry if it’s super confusing, both of my pictures will remain the same for a while to try to cut back on some of that confusion.That means that the URL devonhalvorsonpoetry is now obsolete.
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