Devon Terrance

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and you're all helplessly, shamelessly subscribed. watch me like a tv set. whisper under your breath. i draw lines to cross, and wear clothes to take off. fiction in my bed, fantasies in my head. i live the eternal fairytale, everything is coated in love, love, love. tight skin wrapped around sharp bones. topped with lip gloss and hairspray. i'm flashy, i'm deep. my heart is the centerfold. six page spread, beautiful and dead. snow white skin, i'll make it 'in.'


i've found passion in capturing; words, beauty, ideas, moments. my life is a mess of all of them, an absolute mess. they spill from my lips and fingertips. i keep the rest locked away in journals. i simply would rather live my life than sit at a desk and learn about it. i may not know every detail of the respiratory system but i still know how to breathe. and even breathing takes a close second to the circulatory system, my heart can pump blood, as well as compose love. i see my future through a lens.


i'm vegetarian simply because gnawing flesh is completely unattractive. not because it’s trendy, because it’s humane. duh. i’m not afraid to stand out, and i do. i’m not your average teenage heart throb / sweetheart. a common misconception is you must be coldhearted and glamorous to light your name up. but look at me and i’ve done everything with love. i appreciate everything i have. but i still hide, i’m insecure. i do things i’m not proud of. i suffer from arthritis, i’m weak. doctors, nurses, psychologists.. they're my fucking g l a m s q u a d. i mean, the hospitals we're.. fun. but now i've broken out of this cocoon of pills and needles and i'm a beautiful fucking butterfly. so watch me as i spread my wings and soar.

advice? stop dreaming, never just 'accept' yourself. create yourself, become who you want to be. don't be scared to change. the truth is i couldn't fit in if i tried. so instead of hiding, i decided to own it. i'm not made for cliques or scenes. for me mediocrity was, and is never an option. i'm no billboard, no stereotype. i'm barely even human.



in every single way words can't bring you down. it's so important for me to make it clear, that i am not impressed by arrogant, snobby, pretentious behavior. any form of discrimination makes me sick to my stomach. a kind heart and a beautiful mind are what impress me. it doesn't impress me when you hurt someone. this is for every boy who is scared to be himself, terrified to come home to his own family. alone in this world. wishing he was created a different way. so that he wouldn't have to experience this heartache and loneliness. so he could know what love might feel like. for every confused soul trying to figure out who they're meant to be. for every little girl who walks home from school alone, because she just 'doesn't fit in.' the other girls, don't like her hair. to the last person you called fat. when they're all alone in their bedroom. trying to blend in with the rest of you, being quiet, and that single tear slides down their cheek. i hope you feel accomplished, you've done your job. work a little harder on the next one, maybe instead of blending in further.. they'll disappear.