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POETRY BY DEVIN M. ANDERSON

DEVIN

Devin M. Anderson is a writer, poet, and stay-at-home dad to two beautifully brilliant autistic kiddos. A mental health advocate, he himself battles with Borderline Personality Disorder and PTSD. Balancing between psychosis and depression, he writes to combat the voices in his head.

His work has previously been featured in the anthology Hotel Macabre vol.1, the anthology Sleeve of Hearts, Three Minute Plastic, and multiple appearances in Alien Buddha Zine.

To find more by Devin check out his author page HERE

 

BEAUTIFUL BOY

Beautiful boy
Voice locked away
If only they could see you
Like I do
Tapping the walls
To the song inside
Crashing gleeful into pillows
Hugging fiercely
And often
Struggling to be heard
If only they'd listen
You’re more than your diagnosis
To me

ICARUS

So spread tattered wings
You beautiful broken thing
Reach for that not so distant star
And when you fall
We'll all applaud the spectacle
How lovely your plumage
Scattering like leaves
Just don't forget to smile
For us voyeurs as you plummet
Back to your dead end job
And your microwavable dinners
Burn out vogue
Très chic

THE WORM

They got me sized up for a wooden kimono.
How dapper I’d look
with coins for the boatman.
Yet light still shines in those silvery eyes,
and the graveside bell is ringing.

Digging for sky in my Sunday best.
The worm eats the pills it’s fed.
And gasping for air I emerge,
to be slowly buried again.

The shovel man laughs.
His mirror face cracks.
The nightmare begins anew.

TODAY IS YESTERDAY AGAIN

Eyes open.
You coffee marionette.
Fill your cup with bitter normality.
Drink down your chores.

Wake up.
Strangle the day.
Murder your errands.
Dance with the children.
The children. The children!

Breathe.
Inhale peace of mind.
Swallow your pills.
Sing songs of sanity.

Again.
Kiss them again.
Tomorrow is a beautiful lie.

LITTLE DOLPHIN

Little dolphin in my wake
With golden curls that dance
Echoes sung
So innocent
Oh how I long to listen
It’s witchcraft
How you cast a spell
On each passerby
How then do I stand a chance
Against your Valkyrie smile?