Comments Posted By Deanne
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I can direct my life. I can direct my feelings. I am in control. I can redirect myself when I am feeling angry or sad. Direct: Choose, lead, guide, point to.
» Posted By Deanne On 11.02.2018 @ 5:50 pm
The smell of pumpkin pie filled the kitchen. I love that smell… It reminds me of family, whipped cream and the scrumptious taste of the sweet pumpkin and cinnamon-y flavor.
» Posted By Deanne On 11.30.2015 @ 10:54 am
To live with choices. One having opportunity to go forth and make decisions. One of the benefits of being human is to be able to choose. Whether its your food you eat or your path in life, one must use their noggin and make a selection.
» Posted By DeAnne On 10.03.2012 @ 8:44 pm
Some things are necessary; like food, water and shelter. These days people are succumbing to their wants; materialistic things like electronics and wealth, and are forgetting that many people in the world don’t even have the basic necessities of life. Some people don’t even have love.
» Posted By deanne On 06.03.2012 @ 3:42 am
Does this figure fit, I think to myself I’m in the wrong figure.
Its shape used to be hour glass,
do we ever know?
how do you figure.
» Posted By Deanne On 03.16.2011 @ 10:21 pm
he was quite obsessed with the at the market place. She was maybe about 5’7, with long dark red hair that was gently curled. No one ever new if she curled it herself every morning, or if it was naturally like that.
Everyday he would ride his bicycle down to the market hoping she would be on shift or at least doing a little bit of shopping herself. He had noticed that she tending to work on Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays. These were the busiest days down there, she must be a good worker. Once in a while she would not be at work on her normal day, so he would end up going down there every day just to see when she would be making up the day she had missed. Some days he would be down there for the whole day without seeing her, but he didn’t mind. Once he saw her again, it was all worth it in his mind.
Thursday was very rainy and quiet. Not many people were out. He sat in the corner of the little cafe where he always sat. She was there, looking as brilliant as she always did. Her hair was in a half-pont today, but it still had a gentle curl to it. One little strand was hanging around her face, even though she kept putting it back around her ear. She was sneezing, he noticed. Not just sneezing. No, she was caughing terribly also. Hopefully she will get over her cold and be happy again tommorow, he thought.
He was sitting in his corner as usual. Sometimes he got there before her due to her shift start time, the weather, or just because. He sat there for three hours, finally deciding she wasn’t coming in today. He went home.
Yet again, he sat and waited. She never showed up. She never did this two days in a row….
» Posted By DeAnne On 03.12.2011 @ 4:44 pm
cards can come in different variations. i don’t really understand the meaning of cards. who the fuck invented them? who ever decided to bring in letters after reaching 10? is ace high or low? red and black? crappy colors. why not blue and orange? or purple and green.
» Posted By deanne On 02.19.2011 @ 8:30 pm
The sun shown bright at the fairy pricess awoke to a new day.
» Posted By Deanne On 01.25.2009 @ 4:34 pm
Her scarf blew wildly in the breeze from the open roof of the car, suddenly covering her eyes. She veered wildly, pawing at the scarf which seemed permanently fixed across her eyes. T
» Posted By Deanne On 07.17.2008 @ 12:25 pm
yours against mine.
» Posted By deanne On 07.12.2009 @ 8:51 pm
disease go beam me up scotty molecules
» Posted By deanne On 12.14.2009 @ 2:39 pm
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My mom, in the old farm house kitchen, ragged edges of a well worn apron, filled with so much love for her family and friends. I can’t picture my mom wearing anything else.
» Posted By Deanne On 10.04.2009 @ 10:45 am