Biography of Devin Lasker
Hi my name is Devin and like some people on this site I like to write poetry. I guess I have always had a thing for words and their beauty and I believe that poetry is one of the best ways to show beauty in different ways. Poetry is such a great thing because it can communicate things that not even the writer intented to communicate and that is what I hope my poetry can do for you. So hope you had fun reading this biography and I hope to hear back from you on some of my poems and hopfully some of it's good, so please comment on my poems I'd be very interested in what you think of them. So yeah that's all soooo.... READ! ! !
Devin Lasker Poems
The rush as it runs through my veins Making me believe that I could be insane Lost in the thoughts of getting stronger Not seeing as fate says not much longer
The clock goes on ticking Letting us know that the end is near But as an end approaches a beginning appears
My voice was stolen, no better yet caged. In a prison cell made of empty bottles the content consumed in hopes of relief.
I stand with her with the moon in full bloom Never have I seen such a night She takes my hand pulls me along Taking me further into this forgotten night
A Wolfs Call
I call to you Howling like only the young can. With infinite dreams and no understanding And like a winter's storm is your reply
Last time I saw you it was raining and I couldn't help but think of childhood when rain took the form of angelic tears because what else stops the world like crying
A child needs a mother Not a father, sister, or brother, Because a mother builds the soul, They take a thousand pieces and make it whole.
Triple X Fiction
It starts so simple Like an adolescent’s pimple It grows inside of you Demanding that you view.
Slap Of The Mat
As I stand underneath these lights While the fans pack in by flights
On The Wall
Like a quarter spinning to an end Or a wheel on its last rotation So it is that I must end this trend Of you keeping me forever stationed
Old Times Gone
Gone is the time where honor ruled all Where all one had to do was admit defeat to be spared Now we are like dogs to death’s beck and call No longer are we for the people whose problems we would bare
Slap Of The Mat
As I stand underneath these lights
While the fans pack in by flights
In this place I call my home
The outcome shall be unknown
I take my place in this fight