Deana Rode

Rookie (October 1980 / West Covina, CA)

Biography of Deana Rode

Deana Rode poet

I don't think I qualify to be classified in any particular genre of poetry...I simply write how I'm feeling, hence why a poem doesn't hit me very often. I can't go back and write about something that's happened, I can only write about what I'm going through at that very moment. I can't write happy poems, hence why all of them are a bit on the dark side. My poems rarely rhyme, and I don't attempt to make them rhyme...but I really think that's what makes my stuff unique.

I hope that when you read these you don't critique them like you would someone who does this for a living, but read them as if you were reading my personal journal, and if you can feel the way I did at the time then I've been successful.

I've organized my poems by Year, so that you can get a sense of how I've grown since I began this journey back when I was 14. Hopefully, you all will see the growth and appreciate the changes my poetry underwent over the years. Updates

(2006) Alone

Tell me why it has to be this way
why I must face this life alone
Sanctuaries I thought were strong
now lay crumbled around my kneeling form
tears that fall down my placid skin
hidden by the rain that falls from a broken sky
Behind blinded eyes I hear the echoes
of those I loved in days now past
taunting me and haunting me in the frozen air

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