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Daniel J DeVille Sep 2017
She said to me "Do you want to play races, or hide and seek?"
"Whichever one you want ***", I replied with a smile.
"Heck, let's play both". And she hugged me for a while, "you run and hide first".
So I did, and time passed, and we weren't kids no more, and as most stories end, she moved away, and never said good bye.
So even till this day, I'm still playing her game.
I've been running for so long, that I ran into myself.
I've been hiding long enough, hoping I would find myself.
Daniel J DeVille Sep 2017
Funny how we're all so self - centered
and believe were special,
but all this catastrophe shows us how really we are all with no exceptions,
worthless paper men to the forces of nature.
And as I stand here on both my feet,
I can die just as easy as my enemies,
just as easy as the person I love,
and just as easy as the stranger next door.
Inequalities
Daniel J DeVille Sep 2017
What if Planet Earth was blue?
Not only the oceans but also me and you,
what if all the lies we've said became true?
And everything lost its color to a darker shade of blue,
tell me then, what would you do?

What if the mountains became plains?
Or we all shared but one name,
what if excitement became lame?
And we were all the same,
our good vibes would turn to blues,
I'd feel empty and you would too.

What if the rain came from the ground?
And your father was still around,
what if it was you and not a homeless dog going to the pound.
If the cards changed players would you laugh, or would you frown?
What if the dome above us wasn't blue
and this terrestrial choreography came down,
I would notice it, but would you?
Daniel J DeVille Sep 2017
She walked into the room almost as quietly as the flies crawling in through the corners of my window, I would've not noticed her if she had not mentioned my name, or at least what they called me. I was sitting on my red recliner pushing back and forth with my legs imagining I was still rocking my old fishing boat at Lake Warren. I simply did not have a single care in the world for where I was, who I was, or why I was, as long as I could remember how to breathe I was fine, at least that's what the old woman that slept next to me always said.
I couldn't tell who the woman facing me was, but she looked a lot like a little girl I once knew, she held my hand almost as if transferring a calmness into me that I could only get from her, "Do you know who I am?", she said. Slowly I stood my neck out trying as hard as my vision would allow me to study her face. Those hazel brown eyes, I could almost make out my reflection in them, as if I were standing infront of a mirror looking into my very own soul, pointing out every single flaw within me.
That smile, that warm loving smile, I felt a small memory rising up in the back of my head, those same big teeth giggling at me many years ago in a now forgotten park, I could not remember who she was, but I could feel love sprouting from within her and into my old ragged heart, I knew she loved me, but still I admitted, "I'm sorry, I don't, you seem familiar, but I don't know you". Water began forming in her eyes but still she held that smile up, "its ok, don't stress yourself, you'll remember me sooner or later".
I hope I would, maybe if I guessed I might get it right and not feel so bad, but she had already began walking out of the room, and still I could not remember who... "I love you Isabel", I heard the door **** hold back for a second, then that same warm voice returned to my ears, "I love you too dad", then she left, and that's all I can remember.
Daniel J DeVille Aug 2017
Help me if you can I'm feeling down,
I can't seem to pick my pencil off the floor,
all my papers are scattered on the ground,
I can feel my magic talent walking out the door.

I was once the great Hemingway,
now I feel as alone and empty as Poe,
These streets are endless and I can't find a way,
now I realize that I am my only foe.

I could write like the romantic Neruda,
or narrate just as good as Thompson,
but I've been stranded on this beach Bermuda,
to inherit the kingdom of the long lost son.

Angel of poets please grant me more time,
give me enough inspiration to write once more,
just the right words to make her mine,
to let her know she's the one that I adore.
Daniel J DeVille Aug 2017
Salesman what books do you sell,
if I got the chance to meet you,
salesman what stories could you tell,
salesman if only you knew how much
I need you.

Tell me salesman about your past,
the other loves you might've had,
salesman why does beauty never last,
poor old salesman why are you always
so mad.

Salesman sometimes I need you,
I need your wisdom so bad,
salesman sometimes I miss you,
salesman they say you're my...
Daniel J DeVille Aug 2017
Ignorance and stupidity are both diseases,
ignorance can be cured with knowledge,
stupidity is terminal.
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