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Devin Fetter's Writings

Poem
Feb.05.2011
I am on the edge of nowhere, Where I peer out on the sea. There is naught but ice and water, And only death to set me free.   With the ring of flash and steel, And the iron grip of men, My palm to blade bequeaths my blood, And tells its secrets to them.   Drops of purple liquid, Dark acid 'gainst the snow. My lifeblood pours incessant, As I watch it'...
Poem
Feb.05.2011
My love once had a lover, Whose name was not my own, And though I loved her dearly, My love remained unknown.   I tried to find another To fill this lonely bed, But not matter who laid beside me, Twas' her inside my head.   I reasoned that love would pass, As seasons come and go, And now each year at winter, My love comes with the snow.
Poem
Feb.05.2011
Moments, minutes, hours, days. Fractions of life thrown wasted away, On plans and on schemes, With broken hearts and broken dreams.   For ambitions and advancement above others, With unheard whispers to invisible lovers. The cacophony of this American vision, This bastard child of the human condition.   Minds fractured, compacted, and cornered and...
Poem
Feb.05.2011
Your name was whispered once to me, On wind blown from afar. The silent fog and blowing leaves, Contrived you as you are.   I knew at once I was for you, And you as well for me. And so I left my home behind, And journeyed 'cross the sea.   And as it would that fate had deemed, The two of us should meet, In you I drank of rich liqour, More bitter for the...
Poem
Feb.05.2011
They say God fashioned all of man akin to his reflection, And we are as we are today by the devil's misdirection.   They say many things of God, that of all things he is lord, And who am I to question those who live and know his word?   But if 'tis true, that I am fashioned after he, Then I profess, 'tis a poet that maketh me.
Poem
Feb.05.2011
Quiet lies the lad, Who thought on life and death and more. As quiet lies the lad, Who wonders now as once before.   And yet I sit and think at night, Quiet as allowed by breath. And one day yet I'll lie at night, Quieted at last by death.