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By Dee Last updated: Wed Nov 18, 2009 2:39pm PST
  • The Perfect Night

    By Dee, on Wed Nov 18, 2009 2:39pm PST

    There is no time anymore. Over the years I've found a countless number of things to be unbelievably pointless. Now in these days I come and go as I please. And waiting, wow waiting, I don't wait for much of anything anymore. If I need something I don't wait for it.  Unfortunately,… Read More »

  • The Writers

    By Dee, on Tue Oct 20, 2009 10:53am PDT

    I live in a sea of clowns, personalities, hearts, and souls. Some of them laugh and some of them cry. Some of them really live and some of them die. These are my new friends, soon to be my family. The leaders and the teacher. There's a silly kitty. A Renaissance Lover. Coffee shop,…

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  • pain of shadow

    By Dee, on Sun Oct 11, 2009 11:34am PDT

    Under the moon light, I see the child like shadow, having her heart broken. I stare at them for what seems like hours, from the other side of the window. If you could only get the clue of how much it hurts. Then maybe you would be just a little kinder.

    Shadow oh shadow, please give me my…

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  • reliving for a second chance

    By Dee, on Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:42am PDT

    blood so black flowing from my veins I feel the sting fom the cut the pain from the blade Jab that needle in my arm the tears on your face they feel so warm Please don't cry dear I'm going to a safe place now don't be scared they cant hear My thoughts surry away my heart goes numb I…

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  • poetry open mic night: I didn't do it, it wasn't me

    By Dee, on Mon Oct 5, 2009 8:50am PDT

    The car with the bang wasn't me The smelly eggs didn't do it The paper bag on fire infront of your house no clue ha ha he he don't look at me I don't know a-the-ing The cat that did have hair that wasn't my idea The mud on the brand-new white carpet in your house I wanted to,… Read More »

  • poetry open mic night: Skin

    By Dee, on Mon Oct 5, 2009 8:44am PDT

    purple skin blue skin green skin red This is the most This is what I dread Black skin White skin Tan skin pale I hate this, why know me? This is what you judge Why know my skin? Why not my blood? Why not my heart My soul, my head Why my skin? Read More »

  • poetry open mic night: Secrets

    By Dee, on Mon Oct 5, 2009 8:34am PDT

    You think you have secrets I know you do You think have secrets well I have them too Your rejected heart It's lonely, really it's true I know it's not every Sunday I don't read the bible I don't sing I don't listen to him preach I hear every word Goes in one ear and…

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  • Poetry Open Mic Night: It ain't Titled

    By Dee, on Sat Oct 3, 2009 8:34am PDT

    from me to you from love to hate get a date bake a cake find your heart find your soul find a place not a hole buy some silver maybe some gold dance to music eat mac and cheese from me to you lose track of time get lost in your dreams get lost in your mind Read More »

  • The Wal-Mart Coffee Pot: Revised

    By Dee, on Sat Oct 3, 2009 8:03am PDT

    It's just sitting there, unnamed, lonly, all by its little self, waiting for someone to take it to its new home. It has sad buttons waiting to be pushed. A sad empty glass pot waiting to be filled with the sweetest, finest caffeine known to man kind. The poor thing, I don't really pity… Read More »

  • LAST WORDS

    By Dee, on Fri Oct 2, 2009 11:10am PDT

    Walking out on stage, I'm pissed as hell. I didn't flinch once. Over the years, I'd figuer I would have been more up tight as I got older. Instead the up tight dimond shaping ass of mine stage passed when I was a younger teenager. And now that I'm older, I do what ever the hell I… Read More »

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About This Author

My nick name is dee. I don't have a picture becuase I don't think looks are that important, as long as I'm happy with myself that's all that matters. I love writing, that's pretty much my life. I would like it if readers online would comment on my blogs. And if anyone has a tip or hint on how I could improve my writing, I would be very thankful. Also, I would love something else to write about, throw some ideas my way, please. Enjoy reading.