Natasha Deann
Dover, DE, USA
Natasha DeannDover, DE, USA |
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I am 21 years of age. I'm from a small town in Kentucky—the land that time forgot. I am now traveling and starting acting school like I have planned to do since childhood. I will be releasing my first book of poetry soon. At age eleven I titled the book, "Tears of Joy—Tears of Pain." |
Dis-believersYou cannot blind me fromthe sun—because I am the sun You cannot drown my dreams in the ocean because I am the ocean. |
LostOne day all of my dreams willbe made real and the stars will be in front of me. I spent my whole life wanting to be happy but once I'm there— I'm finally happy!—what then will I have to look forward to—except death. Losing the passion for life is only breathing. |
5 Generations Gone WrongAnother glass of milk, anotherbirthday with the smiles of dusty teeth quenching for thirst. Pack more tobacco. Pack more steak. Make us fat—give us Amish bread. Maybe we should ride a Harley in the dark to the barn! As they pump milk out of the Heifer's breast so intensly—humbling my every bone. Bourbon makes you fall off your horse Cowboy! Marijuana made a good season. The Indian knits a blanket, the elderly weep and everyone stops for church on Sunday to get their weekly dose of inspiration. |
Thank You FriendThank you friend for thewine you commanded for my taste, thank you friend for the roof in the rain—thank you for the smiles, tears—the times I thought you understood me but then you tried to steal my soul. I'm asking too much from the human race—I suppose. |
Universal MagnetLooking through you—your blessed soulAre you real? Are the stars somehow a part of your imagination—or a part of mine? I feel as though I'm walking alone down by the city lights that I only dream of. My beloved kisses my hand so passionately leaving behind only momentary bliss and I crave every moment's everlasting power that there will be another day. I wait for the day I look in the mirror and see your face—knowing then the stars we created in a world all our own. |