http://slow.writerscafe.org/desyc The original writings of author Devin Mitchell Durbin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775980195 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wrote this poem while contemplating the things that God has done for me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1625150/ You are my love, and love is enough. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1622485/ This is a poem about my fear, and the faith that I have struggled with in making decisions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1620254/ I think you underestimate meyou underestimate meyou think you've got it all rightbut you have got it all wrongyou're hypnotized and undoneThink you're just writing a songbut this is just a eulogy.I think you've got me all wrongyou've got me wrongyou have this image of mebut that's not who I really a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1570976/ When life doesn't seem fair. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1561951/ Inspired by lyrics from 21 Pilots' song "The Judge", but thematically they aren't the same. There was some borrowed themes. These are my feelings following Caitlyn Jenner's transition. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1549545/ A poem on how I feel about my own sin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1546162/ ChildI know who you think you are.You see the dirt,The muck, and grimeLying just beneath your eyes.Lying the same way your mother does to youWhen she says you're not worth it. I know who you think you are,When you stare into the mirrorAnd see another body staring back at you.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1526202/ Let me tell you a story;One that is oldAnd of one still being told.Let me tell you a story;Of a child that was being boldAnd a man who I had to scold.At least this is how I remember it.A long time agoIn a little town Not too far awayLived a boyAnd his fatherAnd his stepmotherAnd her own son.The litt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1510669/ I’m not terrified of love.I’m frightened of love lostbecause I feel I’ve never held it.I am a product of 21st Century Americawhere the divorce rate was higher than my Grade point Averagebut I don’t have to fall into that cycleand when I kiss my girlfriendI have to pull awayI .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1510662/ This one is really just kind of a bunch of ideas. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1500611/ Words don't always come so easily.They find ways to get twisted up inside of me.Broken, tattered, beaten, bruiseddoesn't matter what you do.The lines that define the battlefieldsrise up and out and become few.They turn to walls, and hide the calls of a creature fighting a war.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1489410/ “Come and hear, all you who fear God.Let me tell you what he has done for me.”                       Psalm 66:16 NIV I’ve spent most of my life running. Telling half truths.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1482366/ Trigger Warning: This is not for the faint of heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1482363/ Open up your eyes.Open up your heart, Maybe you can seeWhat you feel in the dark.In the back of your closetThe skeletons you keepThe ones that you knowJust want to speak.They want to screamAnd you won’t listen,But you knowWhat they’d sayIf they ever would Get to see the light o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1482361/ Make your own decisions, they said to you.Do what you want to do, do what you need to do.First of all trust us and think only of us.You owe us so much, they don’t say but you think they do.You owe them so much, they don’t say, but you know you do.Take back the bad you’ve done, and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1482359/ For most of my life I suffered through gender dysphoria. Due to my lack of understanding, and the tumultuous habitat of a divorced household I kept it in. This is my story of acceptance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1482355/ A continuation of Mine and Stefon Napier's "We're all Running out of" series. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1482349/ I wrote this poem on the toilet. Thinking about what wanderlust has done to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1478082/ A continuation of running out of goodbye's by Stefon Napier. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1477263/ A continuation of mine and stefan Napier's poems. An idea and a bouncing board. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1477080/ A poem written after a weekend of growth and ideals. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1474690/ Its getting cold outsideits biting like a knifeflush up to the skin.Pull the alarmscream to the skythis is the anthemand its ringing loudobnoxious momentary unity.We find ourselves in the mirrorstaring back at ourselves.I find myselfstaring straight into the mirrorthrough the broken tendrilsstretche.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1470406/ Tommy was a good kid. His family never really had to fight for anything in their life; but there was the big issue with Tommy's mother. She was a colossal workaholic. She wanted to climb the ladder. To say it nicely; she wasn't afraid to do whatever she thought was necessary. So yeah, Tommy's mom wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1468095/ Title Pending - Story of a boy whose view on life and relationships was changed due to divorce. The story of that boys search for redemption through drugs, alcohol, music. And his journey to manhood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1467982/ There is more to this lifeThan sorrowAnd lost timeFor one does not have to stay lostIf they're willing to seekAnd to be found.For the only thing separating usFrom our own salvation Is admitting our weaknessAnd reaching upAnd outFor help. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1467919/ A friend came to me in desperation."I think I messed things up again" he said;"And I can't go on living this way.Living in the past.I can't live here and see her faceIn damn near everything.These ghosts that haunt meSeem to make it clear.I have to get out of here.I have to forget."And I sat and talk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1467078/ I moved beyond you slowlymy life had so intricately filled yours into the holes in mine.I had to begrudgingly cut you from me piece by piecefrom my very existence. My heart still spoke your name.It is a riddle how names can hold such powerover a body that isn't its own.How does a six letter wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1467076/ This is the introduction of my series "Lipstick and Skeletons" a book that I am working on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1467074/ How love changes and grows; we have come together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1465737/ A love poem, as well as a farewell, and a hello to the future. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1465736/ I could write you love songsMaybe a sad song or twoA poem to tell youHow beautiful you areWhen the moon kisses your cheek goodnight And I let go of your handAs you walk to the stairsAnd I look back to see if you still stareAnd from time to timeMy heart will skip a beatAnd I will .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desyc/1465457/