I was born in Norwalk Hospital in Norwalk, Connecticut on April 3,1993. I started writing in 1st grade when my teacher gave us a writing assignment to see how well we wrote. Most people wrote nursery rhymes, but I wrote a short story of a crime that I had witnessed with my very eyes. My teacher had not seen such writing from a child of my age and I was soon transferred into accademically ... more »
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Devon McElveen Poems
Why do I enjoy this feeling? Is that really a question?
The Woman In The Red Dress
The woman in the red dress How I admire thee How could one walk with such grace And such beauty?
Dreams, Langston Hughes Tribute
As we dream We are forced to believe That anything we wish Can be conceived.
Leaving The Nest
A young bird leaves the nest, Searching for his calling. A calling that has elluded him While he has resided in his birthplace.
Recipe For War
1 Kilogram of Corruption 1.2 grams of Hatred 3 grams of Government 231 milligrams of Nationalism
He sits there thinking, Listening and watching With eyes and ears That learn more with each passing.
My mind feels empty I must fill it with knowledge For knowledge is key
Living and Dying
I will meet my fate As you will yours. Our lives will wash away On the earth’s forgotten shores.
The Beauty Of Two Lives
We dare, travel into the darkness of despair? Continue to try when our limbs grow bare. This world we see is far from fair. While they fell around me, it watched and stared.
So much grief lies under Her cheery expressions. I did not know of The woes she had endured.
Might I See My End?
I can finally see my end… Are those words a man should speak? Should a man know the date of his demise Or how his body would suffer?
Venom spitting from her lips, Her words filled with rage. Muscles very tense, Anger built with age.
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Why do I enjoy this feeling?
Is that really a question?
Do you see the anguish that they have caused?
Do you see the strife?
The terror in their eyes?
The corruption that runs rampant?
Why do they cause war?
What do they fight for?
Is it their morals?
Aren’t morals nothing but words thrown away near death?
Why do I live in the dark?
Aren’t the lights so blinding?
Don’t they shed light on our inner truths?
No matter how gruesome or terrifying?
Do you not like the dark?
Doesn’t it rid us of pointless thoughts? ...