Devon Volkel's Blog, page 64

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itsnowornever1950

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The moment. This is the vision that drove me. Holding my book in...

The moment. This is the vision that drove me. Holding my book in my hands for the first time, smelling the pages. Feeling the weight of my ideas on my skin. My first book signing. And it was AMAZING!

Watch From The Dark

To live in the moment and breathe it in deep.
To soak  up the pain and feel it for keeps.
To listen to weakness and find where it lurks
and seek out your empty to know how it works.
To grasp being  broken and take it in stride,
to understand pain and still keep your  pride.
To taste the deceit and learn what it costs
and watch from the dark  to know being lost.
To capture the anguish and let it take hold,
to  reveal the lonely and lie in its cold.
To cry out in agony and know now its grip
and wade in the suffering to know how to slip.
To get  beat by  the aching and remain here to learn
to fall off the world and find strength to return.
To lose to the EVIL and still keep your smile,
is to be able to  LIVE for the moments worth while.

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"In everyone, a story slumbers. It’s the writers that hear when they awaken."

“In everyone, a story slumbers. It’s the writers that hear when they awaken.”

- Devon Volkel

The Hero That Never Came

The Hero That Never Came

 

 

Dream of the knight that you think is coming,

wait for the hero you think you deserve.

Watch all the clocks ‘til it seems they’re not running

and drown in the days that are all full of hurt.

Plan out a dream with the lives that create them,

as you wait for the life your dreams are about,

with all of your sorrows, try not to relate them,

as they interlock with hopes that are shadowed by doubt.

Wait by the door thinking that you’ll be rescued,

watching out for a prince that said you’d be saved,

get broken by the one you gave all your best to,

when you see that your hero, well he never came.

Fell the numbing that you are alone now

and know in the end you were alone all along.

Collapse at the thought that you have lost somehow,

when you tried to stay brave when he wasn’t strong.

Now beg to the heavens to let your heart heal

from this mess of a hero who never came.

Accept being alone was the only thing real,

in this fairytale prince and the dream full of pain.

Devon Volkel

sassyisthenewcute:I grew up on this :))))

sassyisthenewcute:

I grew up on this :))))

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