Lee W. Deason : Writing

Just play really loud.

Just play really loud.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


This is a warning call. You are still in yesterdays clothes and you've got no clue. Of whats happened to you. This is a lucky fall. As I flail for..
E.I.-Proto V,IX

E.I.-Proto V,IX

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


I'm almost awake, just keep flashing the lights. A little shaken but not stirred in the head. Hurry up and get dressed, now go to bed. Its so hard ..
In the time of the mind noises.

In the time of the mind noises.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


Busted up and broken smiles line the wall. "Make your peace down the hall." Says the guard. In the hospital riddled with numbers and synthetic faith..
My eyes bleed standing in Terminal A.

My eyes bleed standing in Terminal A.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


I took my lover, to see air she had never had the chance to breath. Filled with so many beautiful places and pictures, people and places. None were ..
Across the sky.

Across the sky.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


Today is smooth with lipstick and high heels. I fashion the right things in the right place. All because I am excited that a metal bird is coming. ..
Memorable acidity.

Memorable acidity.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


I passed away, in a fortress of broken glass. Intriguing signals flashing, asking me to come back. But I can't move, the jagged edges all point. ..
The facts can't always not add up.

The facts can\'t always not add up.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


Bruises, my medals I wear underneath my eyes. They are dark, and cloudy like your disposition. It hurts to look at my own light because of you. It'..
Clocks: Reminder mechanism of mortality.

Clocks: Reminder mechanism of mortality.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


If this is a roller coaster ride then pass out. From the friction of me facing inside out. Maybe I'll breakdown and cry in blood hands. Cut my out ..
My hollow bones on your picket fence.

My hollow bones on your picket fence.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


More damaging than a tourniquet around my neck. Cutting my head off from corrupted fuel, life injection is needed. Blasting my walls down with insin..
My butterflies stir.

My butterflies stir.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


I would love to see you in the sun. Our smiles in unison staring back at one another. This is a moment we have been waiting for. Airplanes be car..