No Longer Talking.

My conversations with you became shorter because they were getting longer with someone else.It is not my fault though,I mean – Clearly there was someone else on your side,Too.


Poetess Dee



JukeBox Magazine Feature .. Done !!

Done & done.

My feature with Jukebox magazine has been done & posted.

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Thank you for helping to get me out there & be a step closer to my goal and dreams.

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Own Your Early 20’s

I do not know who wrote this originally or whether it was an individual that incorporated different into one.But nonetheless,I thought it’s a good read & I figured to share !!

The Artelier ::

You’ve spent so many years looking forward to this phase of your life. And it always looked so cool. So glamorous. So filled with love and laughter.

Yet here you are. With knowledge that it’s anything but.
It’s messy buns and messier lives. It’s baggy shirts and overflowing laundry bags. It’s a lot of work and never enough money. It’s freedom with responsibilities. And life is no longer what it seemed.

Different people are doing different things.

Your best friend’s getting married. Your old classmate is killing it with success. Your ex is happy in love. Your old mate is drowning in drugs. Different people are doing different things. But not you. You’re just existing. You’re getting through everyday a little better than the last. But then you have days where you can’t get up at all.

You spend your Friday evenings holed up in a corner because you’re too responsible to drink your night away. Too control freakish to lose yourself to someone else’s tunes. But somehow, this isn’t enough. This life you’re living doesn’t feel complete. Loneliness wraps around you like a blanket you love and you wonder where you went wrong. Why you became different to everyone else.

“Did I do too much too soon? Did I not do enough? Was there a reason why it was never me? Is this going to be the rest of my life? Alone? Unsuccessful? Filled with dreams that never come true?”
And your hands reach out to your phone. One text. One call. To that someone who might make you feel pretty. Who might make you feel important. And your need takes over.

The need to feel accepted. To feel appreciated. To feel adored. To feel loved.

And it is so strong, you forget your sanity for a few minutes of flattery. You lessen your worth for dishonest words. The hurt in your heart, camouflaged. If only for a few seconds.

But it’s never enough. And when you wake up, it’s worse. The hammering of your heart so loud in your ears. A memory of last night frustratingly haunting. Yet another mistake. Yet again.

You scream hateful words to yourself. When will I ever learn? You go over those messages. Those conversations. How you fell right back into a ditch when you knew better. Just for a moment, you wish you weren’t yourself.

And in that moment, read these words:
Breathe. It’s not so bad. You think I don’t understand. But I do. Because I’m there, too. I’ve made that call. I’ve texted that wrong person. I’ve woken up with regrets. I still do. I’ve felt the need to be held. I’ve felt that silent green monster towards a friend in love.
Yes, we all make those mistakes. And we all think nobody else does. But they do.

So please, don’t hate yourself. And don’t stop. Don’t stop loving with all you have. Don’t stop wishing on every shooting star. Don’t stop dreaming of fairytales and being as amazing as Malala Yousafzai. You might not always get there, but don’t stop.

You have so much left to do. You have a world filled with life waiting to happen. You have books to be read. Steps to be taken. Places to see. People to meet. You haven’t lived half your life yet. There’s so much ahead. And in ten years, when you look back, you’ll wish you were here again.

So don’t waste it wallowing in your own sadness. Don’t lose yourself to your self-pity and non-existent boundaries. Use everyday. And I don’t mean spend thousands of dollars and visit the North Pole. I know how you’re struggling to make ends meet.

Do the simple things. Stop procrastinating. Take a walk with nature. Go to the gym. Read your favorite book for the millionth time. Watch a movie. Write your novel. Sketch until you’re better than the best. Eat like you’re dying tomorrow. And most importantly, make mistakes. Your heart will heal. But today will never be back again. Don’t live with “Could-have-been’s.” Take chances.

And ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS remember – It’s okay to be alone.

There is time to let your life revolve around someone else. But today, let it revolve around you.

Not because you can’t find someone. Not because you can’t be loved.

But because you deserve to wake up with a smile. You deserve to live life. To make memories so wild, you’ll be the coolest grandparent they’ve ever known.
Breathe. It’s only your mid-20’s


You’re going to be alright.
By Poornima Baskar
The Artelie

My Calling – Ft. Lewis

My Calling
[Lewis Da Lyricist Ft Poetess Dee]

Poetess Dee

Poetry to us is not just a calling,
It lives within us and it is
Up to us to let live that legacy.

We stay up late night’s,
Pen and paper present,
Emotions ready to let go,
Razor on stand by,
Drafting is what we do.

When darkness approaches
All that comes is sadness
And we’re constantly reminded
Of the stress & depression that
Light does not see.

Poetry to us is not a calling,
It lives within us
And us in it.

Poetess Dee


Lewis Da-Lyricist

Poetry to us is
not just a calling,
It lives
within us and
I guess our poetry
grandfathers have chosen us,
To use pen
and paper to express our
inner side of the story.

Poetry is my
I was far asleep the
time it kept calling me,
I was not interested
to respond
to my calling,
For I thought
I am not a born writer
but a born fighter.

My forefathers
proved me wrong
And yes ,
I was wrong
about my calling,
I was destined to
save souls
through pen and paper.

The secret of a well written
story can turn one’s life
diary into the best story
i can possibly write
Because this is my
and I am Born writer.

All Rights Reserved

Copy Righted 2018

Lewis Da-Lyricist

— with Dee-Kay NTeddy.