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Esoteric WatersEsoteric Waters   
I would pull strands of clouds  From fading blue skies  And with, most likely  Improper elocution.  Attempt to articulate a fraction  
Of the essence, of all I have ever felt  For you, intend to express where  Our conjoined paths might have wandered  Just beneath the sun, in stranded words  Slowly, painfully drawn upon the ethereal  Embrace of inevitability, assaulted  
By atmospheric winds, rendered meaningless  Pulled apart by the same endemic process  
That always besieged my need for sleep,  My struggle to achieve inner peace  
A contem Esoteric Waters
by ~summerdies
Reconstructing The WreckageWhy is it considered better to know  How that feels? Why is it better  When experience provides the path  To old pain and lingering sorrow?  I just wish all the half smiles  
Didn’t twist with the taste  Of your tears…  
Why must regret most often be  
The beacon that guides you  From fading memory to mind   
When I saw how happy you seemed  Married and seemingly at peace  It didn’t hurt…your voice struck me as  
Birdsong on a warm summer morning  Right there beside you as your face  
Caught the sunlight turning to me, so  
Heartrendingly, beautifully, smilin Reconstructing The Wreckage
by ~summerdies
CynthiaYou are  
A dream in early afternoon  Glowing summer light, a reflection  Of warmth, graceful in motion  
Statuesque in stillness with a smile  
So full of everything and nothing  I could ever hope to express, as if  The warmth of fire in deepest winter  The scent of fresh life in springtime     The cool touch of twilight across  Humid heatwaving late summer skies  Or cascading colors flying defiantly  
Against autumns somber gray  Could even begin to reveal  How you made me feel  When I first saw you smile.   
You are  A dream in predawn Cynthia
by ~summerdies
Variable SkiesBeyond the spray of clouds  Gliding towards the sun, far  Past the sun sharpened blue skies  Where fallen star trails echo  Through an eternity of twinkling  
White speckled darkness; in dreams  Of other when's and where's, of  Parallel paths that bend with light,  Soar with sound and twist  
With the bitter taste of ash  And sorrow, yet never  A touch of hope...   
Of recognition through the rings  Of Saturn; flowing like Mercury,  Quicksilver around every star  Shivering beacon fading to be  Free of degrading orbits compromising  Some fateful fall into Variable Skies
by ~summerdies
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WRECKreationWRECKreation   
 
 
When you were young daddy  Would always say not to take these.  
Son he said,  
These will wreck your life.  
But not this life daddy,  
This bottle holds the answers to this dull self portrait  And the key to its restoration.  
 
Just swallow this……………………………………………. Aaah…  
 
-  You’ve go  t about an ho  ur before itreallykicksin  And you see white bunny rabbits drap  ing the road to salv…a…t…i..o..n.    -   
 
The first step of this journey is a long one,  
A couple yards or so,  
so take it be WRECKreation
by ~chaosboy
Semper Vigilanstwist this knife no more.  pull it out and let me bleed  though my tears run in crimson rivulets  soaking all that I hold dear,  no matter how much my life runs out  in scarlet threads of memories,  I will not die.   
even if the worst nights are to come  and I walk on the water of my own tears  shattered memories and a broken life  still i will hope  that morning will come, for  No night can be eternal.   
shadows cannot hold their poses forever  
for hope waits underneath their darkened edges  and the light is ever vigilant. Semper Vigilans
by °euphoria
she waits
by ~fae13
threads of inkthreads of ink  by jsenn   
I discovered this week that when one cannot write,  
the bones in the fingers ache. I felt myself to be  
a spectre without shadow, an extra, suited for the  
making of "Night of the Living Dead."   
I wasn't sure what the meaning or the point was,  
but I'd begun to understand with clarity that  
there is an enigmatic "thing" which weighs upon  
the soul/brain/heart, the being, if you will, of  
a poet who, for whatever reason, is unable to write.   
It felt like an illness yet there seemed to be no  
medication for this malady. There was n threads of ink
by °jsenn
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Devious Journal Entry

Wed May 19, 2004, 4:51 PM
Hello.

I was going to submit something new today, for the first time in almost 2 years. I cannot believe the crap I am expected to go through just to do that. 4 subcatagories, keywords, an excerpt from the poem. There is probable an essay question after that but I didn't go any further. Maybe I will waste my time some other day and then again maybe I won't.

I want to say hi to everyone I shared time with on this site and let you all know that you never left my thoughts. I am going through a bit of a rough time right now but I hope to be back communicating with you all soon.

Karl.
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  • Current Residence: Toronto, Canada
  • Favourite movie: Lord of the Rings, The Crow, Deerhunter
  • Favourite band or musician: Alice in Chains
  • Favourite genre of music: Metal,grunge,hard rock
  • Favourite artist: necromancer
  • Favourite poet or writer: Stephen R Donaldson or George R R Martin
  • Operating System: win98
  • Wallpaper of choice: luis Royo
  • Skin of choice: female
  • Favourite game: chess
  • Tools of the Trade: Pen and sword...not necessarily in that order

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:iconwarthogdemon:
Mood: Regretful =WarthogDemon Jun 24, 2008, 8:10:45 PM
Something is screwed up with your page.

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~djmors17 Jun 6, 2004, 9:25:10 AM
Where are you?!?!?!?!?
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~endlessdescent Jan 9, 2004, 11:57:04 PM
hmm... you icon reminds me of this guy I met at a dimmu borgir concert... strange. :)

Your poetry is exceptional

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~kamijisatsu Oct 23, 2003, 4:42:41 PM
This would be intrix.

Karl, I finally got off my ass and decided to write again after all this time off.

You should too.

I miss you dammit.

Wearing: Sweats and a t-shirt.
Drinking: Pepsi.
Thinking: Dammit I miss Karl.
Listening: The tower fan on the back of my hard drive.
Saying: ....-Yawn-
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~ralasterphecy Aug 26, 2003, 12:11:35 AM
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~ralasterphecy Jul 15, 2003, 1:37:59 AM
Karl come back or I will hunt you down and break your legs. Then I will sit you in front of your computer so that you can catch up on all this wonderful DA stuff.

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