Biography of Deana Rode
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.
Deana Rode Poems
(1995) Do You Care
Do you care if I am happy, And that I’m proud? Do you like to see me smile, And not drown in my tears?
(1997) Glass Heart
Glass heart fragile and frail beautiful and naive do you fear to fall
(2011) The Real Me
I'm sinking into the depths of my madness again thinking of things that only bring the shadows;
(1999) College Lonliness
Last night I had a scare and woke up finding it reality That your beautiful warmth is not with me anymore.
Could you give me some sign that your faith in me is strong? Your voice is all I hear your language is all I understand
(1996) With Me
Dance with me by the light of the moon, Play with me in the beach tides of noon. Sit with me by the glow of the sun, Run with me ‘till the day is done.
(1997) Glass Hallway
A glass hallway with no escape Nobody can ever get in I can never get out Watching the world with narrow eyes
(1998) Admission Of Love
I know not if I can make love to you Although I agree to sleep with you My ideas of love are shaded with gray
(2003) Losing My Dream
I want you to reach for me to cry out as I dissapear... hoping for a romantic scene that was never going to materialize
I want the tears to stop I want the pain to fade I want my death to reverse I want my dreams to be beautiful again
(1999) The First Night
The distance is so far yet entirely within my reach My loneliness consumes me even though this is a repeated scene
To look at her in a glance, She looks almost like a child; Her short sunset hair, her tiny hands, Her small and delicate body.
Stab me with your rusty knives I don't care I've given up my quest for acceptance Left my dream of peace
(1999) Approaching The End
Could you explain the tear in my heart or the pain in my mind from my confusing world that’s flipped upside-down
Sometimes I wonder if you feel it;
the residue of the love we shared
that's left in your bed;
if its fingers go through your body
and taunt you-distorting your dreams
like it does to me...
Every night when I lay
I feel you next to me;