Submissions by DeVaughnStation (DeVaughn Station)

Inner turmoil took over my temperament in this tough time.
I have been pushed aside and crying on repeat
with hushed lies sliding on the beat
of my hardened heart.
I’ve denied and denied the need to eat,    
to feast on the compulsion to buy
into the corporate greed disguised as art.
But it feeds me...
Asking for help is harder than using “white” lies,
and I should remember so, for when my light loses to my dark.
Eventually...
Who am I going to be, when I don’t know my own face?
Lust? Cowardice? Maybe I’m quiet, then violent? ...

Entropy arriving again when I try to thrive in my skin.
I thought he was locked away.
She asked if I was okay.
I guess I’m lying again. I’m hiding from him;
that man I never wanted to see today.
His heart hard, veins so cold from the ice.
Skin rough and scarred from the blade,
his tongue tough from touching teeth that used to be white.
That dark man, that dark man lying in wait,
with wine weakening his gait. I tried avoiding that fate.
She asked if I’m alright.
I have to lie once more. Yes, I’m doing okay.
Tears, dropping harder than...

Yes, revenge is sweet and the beauty of karma matches your face.
However, why would I get even with someone
who wasn’t on my level in the first place?
I really mean it in the worst way.
I’ve held the damage in for a while but now I’ll say
everything without regret because you made me feel this way.
I forget your name on purpose every time that I pray.
You caused cascading waves to flow down my face
after you entered the fray. My sweet wishes were slain
by your scorpion-like sting as you turned out to be a snake.

I see your weak speech...

I used to have a plant that I loved.
The ones before neglected and left it
alone in the dark. At the base, there are still scars
yet I stared in awe whenever I saw it.
It had pink flowers mixed with bits of blue,
with a slim, tall, and strong frame.
The pot was white with a round bottom,
with red spots exposed by the chipped paint.
I loved it so hard because I wanted it to thrive,
but maybe I did too much. Every plant is different.
There was already yellow at the ends;
I didn’t notice the overwatering.
It hurt to see the plant go...

She...awaits in the dark,
with...dark intents at heart;
heartfelt on being the end of me.
Me, myself, and I are prey to vicious anxiety.
Anxious thoughts strike in the morning and night,
nightly terrors grip me before I can wake.
Awakening to confusion, frustration, and fear.
Fear is her abuse that she uses so well,
and well is what I never feel when she is near.
I’m nearing nothingness because nothing is what I now have,
except for having trepidation that lasts forever, while hope never lasts.
She has lasting assaults,...