March 2012
28 posts
“I know a secret when I see one
And I see one in your eyes
Across my skin, I...”
– For My One True Love
(Finnick’s Poem For Annie)
By Devon Halvorson
(via devonforfinnick)
Words wound in ways weapons wish to.
So watch what you say because if you believe there’s weight within your fists, wait until you see the war your words will leave in their wake.
“A broken heart is worth so much more than a whole one. A whole heart is content....”
– The Value of a Broken Heart | Devon Halvorson (via devonhalvorson)
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Careening Toward A Car Crash by Devon Halvorson
There’s a bruise on my arm right below my bicep. I push my fingers hard against it. I dig my knuckle deep into the pressure point until the pain is white hot and numb.
I’ve often told myself that this is how you make a bruise go away. I’m probably just making things worse.
But I don’t really mind. This is how I handle anything in life that hurts. Like the kind of pain my heart brags to my bones...
Pseudoabstinence
They say you are like my drug. A most unhealthy addiction. They call this the fall out.
I can literally feel the withdrawals telling me to tear at my own flesh when I look upon your face. The blood in my body is foreign to me. It curdles and clots in an improbablistic manner. Even just to hear your laughter creep across the skin of my ears sets my heart in motion. My nervous twitch has become...
Keep The Demons At Bay
I dream in technicolor red
Of ghosts that I believe in dearly
Silver thoughts fall rapidly from my head
And I think I may see you more clearly.
A spoon-fed lie, a padlocked gaze
Confusion like fireflies to tired eyes
Sometimes I long to make my way back to those days
But life is not a story book, despite my childish tries.
Wherein lies the difference between a soul and heart?
And does therein...
The End
The end is quite literally near. Life. Earth. Humanity. All coming to an end sooner than many of us would like. All signs point to a rapidly approaching cease to existence. Are you the person you want to be in the last years of human existence? Really? Have you done the things you wish to do? Do you feel fulfilled? Even close? If you foresaw that the end of the world was in two weeks, would you...
What does it mean to be tormented?
It sounds like an awfully harsh word. I think the first time I really came to understand it was when I read Harry Potter And the Prisoner of Azkaban in 3rd grade. The Dementor’s Kiss was described as utter torment to the soul of the victim. I suppose in that sense, I am not in torment. I suppose in that sense, none of us are. Then what is this that I feel welling up and playing in loops? Surely it...
Until that day, I'll be left wanting like an old...
This is a phrase that I was particularly fond of that just got cut out of my newest poem, “Jealous.” I didn’t love the way it fit but I loved the way it felt so I posted it by itself.
I was just asked by a Christian friend to share my...
Okay. This is a tough one. Here’s my view. I neither condemn nor condone homosexuality. That’s not my job. I also don’t have an opinion on nature/nurture as it pertains to homosexuality. I ALSO don’t believe myself to be well versed or expert in my opinion on the topic. Now that you know what I don’t do, here’s what I do. Love every one. Of every faith and every creed and race and ability or...
One of my YouTube subscribers wrote to me telling...
Okay. Well, in my opinion, there’s three styles to slam poetry that are most common.
1. Flow and Rhyming (which leads into rhythmic styles and can even become hip-hop and rap) 2. Motivational Slamming (like motivational speaking but with a poetic feel instead of a preachy feel) 3. Wordplay (which is what I use, letting your strings of word combinations and metaphors be your art)
So, first,...
For Brianna. A poem.
They tell me that a soul has weight. That when a person dies, 21 grams of physical weight just disappear. Unaccounted for by any idea other than the existence of a soul. Do you know what that means? It means that scientifically, the core of your being is directly affected by that one inescapable, unchangeable, deplorable enemy: Gravity. So because of gravity, This poem is for you. Pick up your...
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For The Reason My Heart Beats So Fast
I find myself constantly wanting to make her my girlfriend. But not the same way every other male human being I know seems to want. In the, “I’m-not-sure-how-I-could-really-want-something-else-ever-again-now-that-I-know-she-exists” kind of way way. To make her only mine. Ever mine. Every day. So I can make her day and so she can make mine. So I can put my arms around her and she can close her...
January. A slam poem by Devon Halvorson.
Driven 375 miles west.
Powered by the power of imagination.
Thoughtful creation.
Endless elation.
Hope for relation Ships setting sail. Sailors setting fire. Fire setting hilltops alight. Light like stars on a warm August Knight in shining armor coming to the rescue. Rescue from myself. Self directed lies sitting in the passenger seat for 375 blood-stained miles. And all you ask is if I’m doing...
“I have made idols of the spaces between my fingers because of how greatly they...”
– Jealous - Devon Halvorson (via thestudyofmettle)
Subtracting Negatives. A slam poem by Devon...
You’re here but you’re not And you’re here but you’re gone And I love and I hate you like they’re one I’m cleverly foolish like an oxymoron Stubbornly trying hard to give up hope In all of my wandering I feel at home I am the oldest infant in this heavily populated empty town Finding myself in the lost and found See me stay put, watch me flee Watch me run on my hands and knees You are a...
Conviction. A slam poem by Devon Halvorson.
How cursed must I be to drag you down with me? Cure me of this disease Would you please Rob me of my deceit. Give me a lozenge for my laughter A pill for the pain I’ve caused And my lost appetite to eat. Your throat closed tight When you wanted to scream. But instead I’ll see you cry. Cause I’m lying to you. I’m dealing you a loaded deck of cards Turn one over. See for yourself. There’s dishonesty...
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Blood and Teardrops. A slam poem by Devon...
I love people that are gay. And not just because they come up with the best hairstyles Or clothing styles Or any kind of styles And not just because they give me free drinks and free winks at Starbucks And not just because they’re the best on “So You Think You Can Dance” And not just because they’re loud Or funny Or dramatic Or any other stereotype you can think of Not because...
