Monday, October 13, 2025

A Thousand Deaths I've Died by Devi Nina Bingham

Cold, blase words like stone

You cannot hear your selfish self say

A torrent of praise for yourself alone

Announcing evolution while you go astray.


Why do narcissists only see 

Beauty in their clouds, and never the rain

I died a thousand deaths because of thee

Love once pure was slain.


I took my brokenness to the sea

Floated away with the soldiers slain

Millions of dead lay by my side


Rest I in the hanging tree

While you drink champagne

A thousand deaths I've died. 



Thursday, October 9, 2025

Adrift by Devi Nina Bingham



I have been holding my breath

until you remembered that you loved me.

Upon remembering, I forgot what it is to be loved.


Tears are where love should be.

Grief, a tight-fisted placeholder

hardly knows touch and turns from two

towards one lone observer, bystander, onlooker.


When lost at sea,

after the hope went,

I was only waiting for sweet death to 

finally claim me.


Even it refused to come too close

and so, I knew

even death would not have me.

It has been only I,

adrift for a thousand years.