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Devon Webb
@devonwebbnz.bsky.social
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27 // Aotearoa // poetry // AuDHD // nerd shit // based opinions
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I haven’t been on here for a while but seeing as it’s the only social media not entrenched in fascism here’s some poetry (I am still active on ig but fuck it’s a hellhole)

Anyway this is called // BIG BANG // published by Silver Clouds Zine & it’s about destiny or whatever ❤️‍🔥

#poetry #writing
// BIG BANG // I have the big bang inside me & I hope I explode beautifully beginnings expanding upon themselves exponentially do you think when God made the world he knew what we’d do with it is he bemused by our interpretation of fate or in awe of it did he plan all these miracles or did we read into them like poetry finding metaphors he never foresaw & forging life far past those seven days written by @devonwebbnz published by @silvercloudszine
November 10, 2025 at 10:26 PM
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My poem // HOW VULNERABLE // in Issue 13 of @livinapress.bsky.social

a devastating love poem written a fortnight before my heartbreak ❤️‍🩹

thank you @lacifelker.bsky.social for having me x

#poetry #writing #love #lovepoem
// HOW VULNERABLE // Being a romantic is a terrifying enterprise how vulnerable to want something the way I want you I take a photo in my head of you set against the skyline when I’m cold at night I drink it like tea Why do my hands feel so suddenly empty when they have so much to hold I’m getting old & the Summers don’t last will you stay even as the weather keeps changing? Will you put it into words this vacancy in my chest every silence I ever kept will you sing it like a lyric Will you look at me like I’m more than an enigma will you unfold me like a future will you linger like the sun which sets but wakes me in the morning?
July 27, 2025 at 10:35 PM
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some more eroticism…… this one is a bit…… suggestive…… but I gotta make use of that $20 Canva subscription

this poem is about one of my favourite lovers I’ve ever had who ended up breaking my heart in a deeply traumatic fashion but hey, the memories live on

#poetry #NSFW
// RIDE YOU // I ride you till I get motion sickness & then I ride you some more I like fucking you so bad it makes my thighs cramp & I have to lie back on your memory foam pillows & make you come to me Making love is easy when I’m making it with you it’s so funny & shameless & ecstatic I can’t tell you how hard it’s been to be held right but here you are now set a timer & I’ll milk every minute for what you’re worth
July 19, 2025 at 11:34 PM
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SW meets poetry 💖

// WET // originally published by @gnashingteethpub.bsky.social ~ link to the limited edition SEX/X/Y zine below

hoetry link in bio x
// WET // You send me a dm & my pussy gets wet how embarrassing how badly I want you too close a few bounces on it never hurt a friendship how dynamic how deep could we go
July 19, 2025 at 12:11 AM
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line I wrote last night that kinda……. hit

#poetry #writing
they called Anaïs Nin a narcissist but they still read her diary
July 17, 2025 at 11:31 PM
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kinda ended this with the greatest pun of my entire career…… bonus points for being a Kerouac reference 😭

// THE VISION OF YOU TAPPING AWAY AT A TYPEWRITER WITH A CIGARETTE HANGING FROM YOUR LIPS WEARING ONE OF YOUR CUNTY LITTLE TANK TOPS HAS ME FEELING LIKE GOD ISN’T DEAD //
// THE VISION OF YOU TAPPING AWAY AT A TYPEWRITER WITH A CIGARETTE HANGING FROM YOUR LIPS WEARING ONE OF YOUR CUNTY LITTLE TANK TOPS HAS ME FEELING LIKE GOD ISN’T DEAD // I sent you the above as an Instagram DM then said that’s a poem title & wrote it down just now & my laptop immediately crashed if that means anything maybe that I, like you, was born in the wrong generation & would thrive in a more analogue atmosphere but if this was the fifties you would be famous & I would be even more doomed by the narrative, or already dead but I am not dead & neither is God which I know because you smoke cigarettes & wear cunty little tank tops & have arms that I stare at through my phone screen sometimes like a nightcap & a typewriter & the Kerouac x Steve Allen jazz collab on vinyl I know God isn’t dead because I went to have non-committal sex with my Instagram follower & found a Beat instead now I tape all the pages together so I don’t have to change the sheets
July 16, 2025 at 12:00 AM
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excerpt from a live poetry performance I did with my guitarist friend last night 🖤

I wrote this piece a few days ago to help me work through the trauma of being ✨defamed✨ so yeah it goes out to everyone with my head on their tongues x

#poetry #writing #music #performance
July 12, 2025 at 11:23 PM
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little excerpt of one of my recently published poems which is also one of my favourite poems I’ve ever written (in a manic frenzy five years ago) ~ full version on ig, same username 🖤

dedicated to the apathetic nonchalance of boys in bands

#poetry #writing #writersky
I DON’T KNOW HOW THE FUCK TO TALK TO YOU SO I’LL JUST WRITE YOU ANOTHER POEM I wish I could’ve wanted you in a way that doesn’t scare you it scares me too but I guess I found that kind of… exciting but here I am standing around tryna snatch some fragment of a word from you just a word, cos my hopes for a conversation were too high, I realise now & I feel like an idiot I feel small, smaller than I am & it’s not your fault I feel that way but you’ve still got a part to play in it you’ve still got pieces in the chess game or whatever stalemate fuckery this is whatever attempted strategy that didn’t seem to work
July 8, 2025 at 12:13 AM
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June poem wrap up + blurry but vibey pic from my debut as a gig photographer 💚💜

#poetry #writing #photography
// LIFE HAPPENS // life happens in this city street corners call me like a chorus the hook won’t let me go & it just goes to show the song keeps getting louder just when you thought it was over & all the notes sound so familiar the lyrics call you home 1. Life Happens 2. Rogue 3. Why Is My Enemy Singing Yellow By Coldplay At the Party 4. Mother 5. Minimalism 6. I Love You So Much I Need to Hit the Vape 7. Limbo 8. Rendezvous 9. Hit 10. Afterglow 11. Old School 12. The Asphyxiation of Inhibitions 13. Warm 14. Therapy 15. Nintendog 16. Own Bird 17. Drive Slow 18. Clearing the Air 19. For Z
July 5, 2025 at 12:24 AM
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my #Nosferatu themed poem in Issue 4 of @underbellypress.bsky.social ~ thank you so much Lucy for having me! 🖤

#poetry #writing #literature
// MY MASOCHISM MANIFESTS // My masochism manifests as a frugal refusal to turn the heat on I am just a poor wee thing, emphasis on poor I am a Victorian damsel donning a long white robe haunting my own bedroom window like in Nosferatu begging Count Orlok to come for me take me away to where I don’t have to think about trivial things like electricity bills or adulthood or decency I want to be devoured I want to be in heat instead of lonely & chilled to the bone
July 4, 2025 at 12:03 AM
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sorry to say a man has me on some shit // #poetry
I see the future you I see you how you wanna be I think you’re so steezy & the right sort of chalance 
July 3, 2025 at 10:46 AM
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just realised I didn’t post this here, well well, here it is. the spirit of Emily Dickinson possessed me one night when I couldn’t write poetry after my Traumatic Event & this is what came out of me

#poetry #writersky #spokenword #emilydickinson
June 29, 2025 at 11:28 PM
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Making my foray into #photography
June 29, 2025 at 3:59 AM
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#spokenword #poetry by me

full version on the video apps
June 27, 2025 at 11:45 PM
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CW: underboob 💖

quick break from the poem posting cos a Fan sent me this fit & I had to share…… something something link in bio
June 27, 2025 at 10:21 PM
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you ever had a man drive so bad he fumbles you?
In the shops you pull up for a minute like that’ll help anything. Take me home, I beg of you, I’m too young to die. At the on-ramp of the Mt Vic tunnel is where the headlights start looking like angels. Not guardians looking out for me but ambivalence looking to take me away. I’ve never felt more unsafe with a man at the wheel. It’s a miracle that we make it, that we manage to merge lanes. You say it when you park up & I free myself from our fate: I can’t believe we made it. If we made it. If we didn’t leave something on the beach where my unearned but freely-given faith in you got swept out to sea.   I’m not going back for it. Some things survive, some things get lost to the light. 
June 25, 2025 at 11:53 PM
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Your driving gets worse on the way back. I call it uncertain & you ask what I mean by that. Isn’t it obvious? Synonym: insecure. You’re either going too fast or inching along like you’re afraid of going anywhere. It doesn’t inspire confidence. You don’t know where you are either, I check the map but by the time you say I know where I am you’re one turn off a wrong one. We inch up the Hataitai hill & I have this foreboding sense of dread dropping my stomach to my feet where it lies among the debris of your discarded masculinity.
June 25, 2025 at 11:52 PM
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had an unhinged experience translate itself into this poem which just came out of me & I feel compelled to share

#poem #poetry #writer #writersky
// DRIVE SLOW //   Like all things with us thus far there is an impulse & alignment that makes me get in your car. The angels planned this journey but we think we know where it will lead..... so sweet, so ignorant. As soon as I see you longing for me I know it’ll be a long trip. I hit your vape & it tastes like shit. I play that one song & wish I could listen to it over & over but I am not alone anymore. At the beach, you photobomb my selfie. There is an ocean of drowning behind us. You ask if you can kiss me & my eyes find the horizon, my heart flung into the omniscient bliss of the insistent sunset.
June 25, 2025 at 11:51 PM
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pic of me & a caption to go with the monthly poem post 🖤
Devon smiling :) in a blue skirt & scarf & blazer in her friend’s flat with party debris in the background & a TOITŪ TE TIRITI placard in the background 🖤 Was trying to find an image to best represent May for my monthly poem post & I think it’s this one of me smiling my face off at my friends’ flat exactly a month after my traumatic event ~ because haters gonna hate but lovers gonna love, & I’ve got too much of the latter for the former to make me mute 🖤 May was the month I reclaimed Wellington, my autonomy & aura, & my passion for the arts scene after it tried to steal my sparkle once again ~ thank you to all the beautiful souls who made that possible ✨ & here’s a poem! it’s called SHITPOSTING INTO THE GRAVE & it’s about being infamous ~ in this economy I’ll take any kind of celebrity I can get, so what can I say, thanks for coming to my show 😈
June 23, 2025 at 1:12 AM
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list of every poem I wrote in May + a poem called ‘SHITPOSTING INTO THE GRAVE’ which sums up the Themes

#poetry #writer #writersky
i. A LINE OF POETRY FOR EVERY LINE I WANT TO WRITE ON MY SKIN ii. BAD THOUGHTS iii. 27 CLUB iv. I’LL LOVE YOU WHEN v. PLEASE CAN I HAVE THE ETERNAL SUNSHINE LOBOTOMY vi. FOR LU vii. TRANSPOSITION viii. SHITPOSTING INTO THE GRAVE ix. TRY & DEFAMATE THIS, BITCH x. SURVIVAL xi. MY MASOCHISM MANIFESTS xii. OBEDIENT xiii. MY DOM MADE ME WRITE THIS xiv. WHAT TO DO ON A FRIDAY NIGHT? xv. IT’S ALL TEA xvi. WĀHINE WITH WINGS xvii. CODE xviii. HOW DO I TELL WINZ THAT I MASTURBATE FOR MONEY? xix. GET OFF xx. CONVERGENCE xxi. ROSE xxii. BLESSING xxiii. MATCHING MAGIC xxiv. SAY WHAT YOU WANT xxv. WISH // SHITPOSTING INTO THE GRAVE // I have shitposted myself into a grave too many times to count I guess I’ve been seeking a stage what can I say I’m an entertainer but they’re not laughing to my face they’re only brave behind my back & they think too much woman too honest a woman is a problem Maybe everything would be easier if I wasn’t on a platform but it would be more boring too what other void would I self-express into oh what a curse of a blessing it is to be known I’m sorry I’m so funny I’m sorry I’m so open I’m sorry I’m sincere see this technique, this fake apology, that’s called irony but you’re too shallow for nuance & if you want me six feet under at least that means I’m deep
June 23, 2025 at 1:11 AM
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Excerpt from one of my recent published poems ~ ‘WHY DO I ONLY INSTAGRAM DM YOU WHEN I’M HIGH?’ in Issue 7 of Gypsophila Magazine 🖤

Full poem in the issue or on my IG @/devonwebbnz
// WHY DO I ONLY INSTAGRAM DM YOU WHEN I’M HIGH? // It is not actually the most constructive method of communication because I am high & all my words are…………. elsewhere & it’s night-time & I’m tired & I’m stuck in a dream of you all my friends call delusion & everything is too big for my fingertips I’m spinning again, you don’t catch me // EVERY TIME YOU INSTAGRAM DM ME BACK I GET SCARED // I am not ignoring you I am doing the opposite of ignoring you (being scared of you) & I have become somewhat ritualistic about our correspondence like there is only one (1) hour of the day when it’s spiritually appropriate to read your DMs & I have to be entirely alone & at least a little bit sacred scared & sacred whatever that means as if I’ve ever not been paralysed by a paradox
June 16, 2025 at 11:36 PM
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these bars came to me in the shower

inspired by people who claim #autism as an identity 4 the memes & the aesthetic but switch up as soon as someone starts exhibiting actual autistic traits like emotional dysregulation or direct communication

#poetry #writer #performance
June 3, 2025 at 11:42 PM
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excerpt from my #Severance inspired poem ‘SEVEN DROPS OF BLOOD ON MY BATHROOM FLOOR’ in Issue Three of @librelit.bsky.social 🖤

about the time I had a heartbreak that felt like psychological warfare & got my IUD out at the same time 💀

full poem in issue linked below, CW. blood

#writing #poetry
I am in the shower like Gemma in Severance episode 2x07 Mark is down below; Mark is fucking severed; Mark has forgotten me all these March mornings I wake up & say can I please have a break but that looming fake-smile sadism just laughs in my devastated face
June 3, 2025 at 12:09 AM
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Some excerpts from one of my four poems in Issue 3 of Ode to Dionysus Journal ~ this one’s called ‘THE POTATO CHIPS ARE A METAPHOR’ & it’s about crushing on boys in bands which I have never done (full poem in issue linked below)

#poetry #indielit #writersky
THE POTATO CHIPS ARE A METPAHOR The potato chips are a metaphor for how I’ll be broke but spend my last ten dollars on making sure you’ve all got something to snack on I come here with a heart full of fondness & sincerity just wanting to be your friend (I mean I know there’s been complications but we can’t help a racing heart) (…or can we…?) I am here to give LOVE & SUPPORT following you to the supermarket cos I dig the energy & could maybe use some conversation & …companionship… I am on the outskirts of a conversation that used to be behind my back about me trying to get a word in edgeways but I’ve already said too much DO I MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE? & I actually have a lot of very valuable things to contribute but you won’t give me the time of your day so how am I supposed to adapt to it I am trying to adapt to you I am trying to figure out the dynamics like I was doing from the very start when I fucked up by not giving my love in its whole form in its unhindered truth I lost myself in the fantasy & now I’m STUCK THERE when I realise that reality slipped out the door & locked it & there is nothing to this anymore but what could’ve been & what is & those are two very different things
May 29, 2025 at 11:56 PM
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opening stanza from my yarn of a poem ‘JANUARY 13TH’ in the latest issue of @the-engine-idling.bsky.social ~ thank you Danielle for having me, & find the full poem in the issue link below 😍
JANUARY 13TH My vape tastes like my ex-boyfriend not that nice I spent twenty dollars on this shit I do not have twenty dollars to spend on this shit but I do have moments of crippling social anxiety hence using my vape as an emotional crutch & something to occupy my time another comparison to my ex-boyfriend
May 28, 2025 at 12:37 AM