Dana Ferguson : Writing

Weird

Weird

A Poem by Dana Ferguson


Does he think I'm weird, or does she, or that child, or that person over there? Do my quirks make them squirm? Me is me, I'm not sure how to spe..
Energy

Energy

A Poem by Dana Ferguson


A buzzing cacophony of frequencies Emanating between our faces Hair on end Blood flowing to the skin Heat fills the gap No touch, no sound Just..
Careful

Careful

A Poem by Dana Ferguson


Careful the way you look at me, I might not make it through. Those hands you have hold mine so well, I hope you feel it too. Your laughing is a ..
Till Death Do Us Part

Till Death Do Us Part

A Poem by Dana Ferguson


Hold my hand,my dear sweet husband.We made our vows,and we surely won't break them.That's why we are here,on this very bench.Your hand in mine,stitchi..
Love Is

Love Is

A Poem by Dana Ferguson


Love...Love is a journey,it has many forms.Words cannot always describe it.It's probably like the glue,that holds things together,or like rain bringin..
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Honesty

Honesty

A Poem by Dana Ferguson


Clean and safe,it releases the haze.Lifting your heart,it begins a new start.Happy without a scratch,binds no longer attached.Without it is unhappines..
Itch

Itch

A Poem by Dana Ferguson


Sometimes we may overthink things, and wonder if it's worth chasing
Turn Around

Turn Around

A Poem by Dana Ferguson


Lost in my mind,wrong the whole time.I mistook it for another,this feeling for my lover.Chasing in opposite directions,finding clues failing inspectio..
Little Red Chair

Little Red Chair

A Poem by Dana Ferguson


This is something based off of a nightmare I had as a child