Lost at Sea

Lost at Sea

By Deanna Ramirez

It is though in those years⠀
I was lost at sea⠀

Longed hard for love’s arms ⠀
to wrap warmth around me⠀

Instead glacial glares ⠀
Frost dealt cold as ice⠀

Left to tread frigid dread⠀
Just so you would play nice

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Forgiveness

Forgiveness takes time
Forgiveness is not black and white⠀
For layers peel back in their time ⠀
A placid beast of delicate skins⠀
expose deep lesions ⠀
Wounds cannot forgive ⠀
Their sting stirs memory⠀
Only time can heal⠀
Never to forget ⠀

By Deanna Ramirez ©

The Little Shed

The little shed is painted blue
with two old chairs for me and you
We sit and talk till stars shine high
Discuss wild dreams and sometimes cry
The shed is dark and meant for tools
but staged just right for dreaming fools
One day we'll laugh and reminisce
Having checked off goals from
our shed dream list

Dedicated to my honey. ❤
-Deanna Ramirez ©

Equalizer

The war in me for equality
For equal pay
Performing quality work 
in the same way
And never needing to be told
Cause I have integrity to uphold
I do what is right
Regardless of whose around
or nowhere in sight
In my skin, I have nothing to hide
Living above reproach
with family on my side
Not the one's that you may think
Most of them prefer 
that I fail and sink
Please don't waste pretense to worry about me
I know who to trust and hold close
Those who are fake
in due time, truth wins
and their lies are exposed

Deanna M Ramirez ©
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The Price of Progress

Sun rises over the city
Tired people in robotic motion
to survive employment
Daily excavation of already 
empty voids
Filling fridges with grass fed meat
Paying mortgages that enslave them
Windows down feels like freedom
Absorbing luscious sky
Commuting in rows of all wheel drive
Ruminations of what they'll miss today
Bittersweet sunrise spectacle
Distant dreams fading
engulfed by reality 
of office murmurs and fluorescent light
To do it all again tomorrow

-Deanna Ramirez ©

E-Books. A conspiracy theory?

Could electronic books be a way for governments to control what or if we read in the future?
I’ve never been a big conspiracy theorist, but lately I’ve been doing a lot of reading, and this thought has been on my mind: we are a society addicted to electronics and wireless connections. Okay, Deanna, tell me something new, right? But how easy would it be for a government to pull the switch? Remove power. Remove connection. How many would lose access to their news, knowledge resources, and books? Luckily, I’ve always been partial to the touch, smell, and aesthetic of books. Call me a book 'purest’. I like to feel them in my hands as I read, sans screen. When done reading, I love to save them on shelves, share them with friends. Would you have books if you lost power today? Have you ever thought about it? ⠀

It’s difficult for me not to imagine it after reading tweets or broadcasts about some insane, real thing happening in my country.⠀

Okay. Maybe there’s been too much binge watching of #handmaidstale between reading and writing. 🙃⠀

Deanna Ramirez