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The everyday mundane

by Deano

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August 10, 2019

Fear to not

Flows like a wave, but it never seems the same, only similar, and familiar but enough to make the hairs stand, on the back of a giant, we riot, we really really felt we were owed, then we were sh...


July 21, 2019

Heart on sale

My heart is for sale, it’s not going for much. You see here, it’s been kicked around and such. It would give me a tickle to sell it for a nickel. But I’m gonna need at least a buck.


June 19, 2019

Chasing a Dream

Another day forgotten, the sunlight fades through broken shades and rests on sheets of cotton. I crave happiness, undercovers and shaking, it’s there for the taking, get free from a life worth l...


June 19, 2019

The Reminder

It’s the reminder, like the 13 alarms I have on my phone… At any moment, if I catch myself smiling too much or having too much fun, the bell sounds to remind myself that I don’t deserve it… That ...


October 29, 2018

a new day

I’m not sure why I’m feeling so positive today, but I’m grateful and I’m going to ride this until the wheels fall off. It’s just a reminder to be present, for myself and others. How could I pos...


May 03, 2017

Expectations

How can one possibly live up to the expectations that our family, friends, and media set for us? We can’t. The sooner we realize that we are all flawed humans, the happier we’ll be. We all have t...


February 15, 2017

Bully

If nothing was learned, except that violence won the war that compromise, compassion, and agreement weren’t even attempted but thrown to the side to free the helpless victims of the monster that ...


April 07, 2016

Extraction

It was at that precise moment when I wished for death. The moment the cold spike entered the cavity where the healthy tooth had been ripped from it’s home and discarded on the floor only to be k...


April 07, 2016

Cup

p1. It’s not a hard question. Just tell me what you think of this cup, how do you feel about it? p2. I’m not sure what to say, I mean it’s just a cup. A coffee cup. It’s roundish, cream colored...


April 07, 2016

Trying to be Normal

The frustrating part of staring at the sky and pointing out cloud formations to your friends is the same as when your are pointing at constellations, it’s very hard for that person to see it from...


August 11, 2015

swamptooth

His breath is bringing me to my knees. Musty like a basement. An old smell, dank and moldy. With every cough I feel the stale air of death surround my head and attack my senses with a purpose, w...


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