• Dee commented on the post, unknown 5 years, 6 months ago

    sometimes i wish my heart had a peephole. so i would know who’s outside before i let them in. so i would know that it’s not a robber. or my mother. or a solicitor. or a giant ant. or my seatmate in high school whose favorite book i lost. or a filmmaker whose works i have never seen. or a serial killer who will effortlessly rip my heart apart and…[Read more]

  • Dee commented on the post, sniper 5 years, 10 months ago

    running late
    i brisked to nothing
    not having to, but just caught
    hurried down the slope
    not after something
    when you hit me
    bull’s eye

  • Dee commented on the post, piano 6 years, 1 month ago

    Play your love like piano keys. Classic, whole, resonating.

  • Dee commented on the post, polar 6 years, 3 months ago

    i was on the other side, walking. to where, i do not know. not thinking or feeling anything, just walking, i reached the edge and i thought, this is it. do i do it? i stood there for a while, then i thought, nope. so i turned around and walked again aimlessly. until i reached the next pole.

  • Dee posted an update 6 years, 6 months ago

    i need to be numbed
    nothing helps
    overwhelmed
    and not that kind.
    i’m falling or walking
    on a vast or narrow, dark or blinding
    on what is endless or falls too short
    time’s at speed or clock not minding.
    when i’d rather see nothing at the end and have it
    than the glimmer of light that is beckoning
    me to come close and embrace
    the escape for a while,…[Read more]

  • Dee posted an update 6 years, 6 months ago

    the drum beat across the bass
    the heartbeat at speed
    bump
    closer to almost skin
    feel without touching
    grind
    down and up, slide and
    fly
    an almost touch of lips

  • Dee commented on the post, signed 6 years, 6 months ago

    There was no turning back. She signed it so she must go through with it. Something feels weird, her stomach was churning, the weather wasn’t right, the day was odd. There was something telling her she should hide.

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  • Dee posted an update in the group Group logo of Call It A DiaryCall It A Diary 6 years, 7 months ago

    I looked away when he met my gaze. I was staring longer than I should. I was snapped back to my senses by the healthy laughter of the people around me, all charmed by his sense of humor. Even as I distracted myself, trying not to look at him as he told his jokes, his image left an imprint. He was tall and lanky, but with broad shoulders, lean…[Read more]

  • Dee commented on the post, calamity 6 years, 7 months ago

    one morning my day was going fine and dandy, i didn’t feel like doing anything so I thought I’d just sleep the whole day, maybe? That’s what I did and I woke up feeling great, greeting everyone with a big smile on my face, i whistled happy songs, and strutted through the roads, I was going through it okay, I thought, I’m getting there, I thought,…[Read more]

  • Dee commented on the post, truth 6 years, 8 months ago

    if the truth would set me free and
    that freedom would mean
    to be always haunted by the details that was once mine and his,
    then I’d rather surrender my wings
    and lock myself in the cage
    of pretends and romantic yearnings.

  • Dee commented on the post, withered 6 years, 8 months ago

    Slither away as the cold, harsh world closes in. Fly away as the merciless giants stomp by. Go deep under as the solid concretes are built over. Hide, fly, dig. Before we all find things withered.

  • Dee commented on the post, returned 6 years, 8 months ago

    You thought you’ve forgotten when without the illusion of nostalgia nor the filter of anger, the feeling returns. It feels as sharp and clear, as hurting and true. Why must we write things down?

  • Dee commented on the post, flat 6 years, 9 months ago

    I don’t want to write about flat things. I want to write about love. I don’t want to write about something I understand, or something I see. I don’t want it bland, colorless, flat. I want it consuming, intoxicating, love.

  • Dee commented on the post, visitor 6 years, 9 months ago

    Surreal. We were on a train. I decided to pretend. No, you weren’t there. I wanted you to know that I no longer care. All in vain. The wall crumbled. I asked how you were. You answered very casually. Amiably. You excused yourself and went into the restroom. Only you didn’t come out a long moment after. I decided to check. The door was open and…[Read more]