Biography of Jessica Dehn
I love to write! Most of the time they are just musing from my mind but every now and again some special spark will help me to transform these musing to something extra, which i hope you will enjoy. I have many intrest in life that fill me with joy, but if i could make a living of dreaming I would! :) I find that the complex nature of people puzzles me the most in life. Although i think of my self as a simple complex person I am not sure that I even understand myself but try hard to do so i hope that i never do. I am a mother of three who enjoys the insanity of motherhood.
Jessica Dehn Poems
DO not DO that do Not be YOU. In this world of inform and standard
Tell me again your pretty lies. Say them softly in my ear, Lie to me again and again. Never know truth or honesty,
Overlooking the valley, Filled with such bright light! Not the warm sun glow no, But the fires that burn.
Time has slowed, Or is it only me? They say some are meant for greatness,
Look around. Do you see that place there? What do you feel when you see it? Is it just a plain old place,
I am Valid! Every thought, every feeling, everything is valid! Do not discount me because you disagree.
What Do You See?
Who do you see when you look at me? Do you see joyful laughs and happy smiles, and think oh what a pretty doll we see? Do you see the hidden tear and frightful fears, and shake your head and that broken thing? Broken doll or Barbie doll, which do I appear?
It Is Back
Dear Sir, That feeling is back. I try to pull away from the never ending tide of emotions. Those white caps crash apoun me knocking me from my safe haven. Inkiness overwhelms me blocking out my forward sight. To drift away no longer to fear. THat feeling is back. It whips through me stealing my breath, my cry escapes but is not heard over the screaming streams. That onces gentle breeze has turned on me. No longer offering a warm embrace.
I can hear it now. That mystic tap. I can hear it's soothing sound. I see it falling lightly around,
Lost with in my dreams. They start so lovely, filled with peace, love, and happiness. Sweet dreams of moments we have shared. Loving smiles and cherished laughs. Strong warm embraces brought calm thoughts of peace.
What Do You See?
Who do you see when you look at me?
Do you see joyful laughs and happy smiles, and think oh what a pretty doll we see?
Do you see the hidden tear and frightful fears, and shake your head and that broken thing?
Broken doll or Barbie doll, which do I appear?
What do you see when you look at me?