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Reservations

I would have asked you to stay Were it not for the silence Crowding your words, With so little Love And
Emotion Fled in tears, Rivers through years Flooding hopes for tomorrow, Drained in blue seas of sorrow.
You could have gone on your way Were it not for the intensity Of your gaurded heart, So wanting to Stay And
Hide Clouded with lies, In fair-weather skies And your sun burning cold Through the dreams that you sold...
For just one more day Of the same old Situation.
We

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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
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she waits
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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, 5:51 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

Email: summerdies@hotmail.com

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=WarthogDemon

Jun 24, 2008, 9:10:45 PM

Something is screwed up with your page.

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!amyperticone

Mar 1, 2008, 2:24:54 AM

Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?

Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?

It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift

but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.

`dismarum

Apr 16, 2005, 8:19:56 PM

x2

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`dismarum

Mar 21, 2005, 6:17:41 PM

You're alive.

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~djmors17

Jun 6, 2004, 10:25:10 AM

Where are you?!?!?!?!?

~endlessdescent

Jan 10, 2004, 12:57:04 AM

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, 5:42:41 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-

~ralasterphecy

Aug 26, 2003, 1:11:35 AM

INVASION!

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horns:

~ralasterphecy

Jul 15, 2003, 2:37:59 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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°jsenn

Jun 18, 2003, 11:10:29 AM

return

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