April 2012
2 posts
War. Love. Adventure. A slam poem by Devon...
Clipped wings. Bedsores. Calloused fingers. Midday nightmares. Weak at the knees. Music stops. Clock ticks. No one talks. Cracked lips. Twenty ton eyelids. College ruled, double spaced, 12 pt. birdcage. Dwindling days. Mathematical yawning. Knuckles pop. Stomach growling. Growling stops. Atrophy of the body. Dystrophy in the mind. Sun sets. Stars fade. Sleep again and again. Broken guitar strings...
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Tomorrow, I’m heading to Mexico with a group of young Christians to build houses for families in need. Please pray for our trip, that we remain safe, that we make a positive impact, and that our lives are impacted as well. Thanks, I’ll be back on Tumblr in 5 days!
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,...
