David DeSantis

Rookie (01/29/85 / Utica, NY)

David DeSantis Poems

1. ** Breakups 10/7/2008
2. ** Stimuli And Army Ants 2/16/2009
3. ***** Re-Occurring Dreams 12/4/2009
4. *****permafrost 10/2/2009
5. *****raleigh 4: 50 A.M. 5/3/2009
6. ***7: 43 A.M. 3/23/2009
7. ***an Island 2/22/2009
8. ***ex- Girlfriends 5/5/2008
9. ***roman Bath Day 6/6/2008
10. ***the Beauty Queen 10/2/2008
11. ***the Real Me 3/13/2009
12. ***trampolines And Easter Eggs 2/11/2009
13. **a Beach, Lake, And Owl 5/8/2008
14. **a Cartoonish Life 5/15/2008
15. **ghost Tracks 7/7/2008
16. **hope 10/3/2008
17. **my Birthday 1/29/2009
18. **sunday Morning 2/22/2009
19. **the Club Beat 2/16/2009
20. **the Inverse Of Functionality 2/16/2009
21. *2,1, None, Or More 9/16/2008
22. *a Life Cycle 4/29/2008
23. *isolation At Sunrise 4/9/2008
24. *the Fog 8/26/2008
25. *the Ten Commandments 4/11/2008
26. *video Game 10/9/2008
27. .....Uninspired 8/20/2008
28. ...Our First Gig 7/28/2008
29. ..5: 03 Am 7/13/2008
30. ..A Night Of Excess 7/10/2008
31. ..I Think I Need A Girlfriend 7/20/2008
32. ..Too Drunk 7/14/2008
33. .4th Of July 7/5/2008
34. .a Sunny Poem About Daffodils, Unicorns, And Butterflies 6/17/2008
35. .a Tornado In Central New York 6/11/2008
36. .acquaintances 5/30/2008
37. .boop 7/14/2008
38. .contradicting Contractions 5/15/2008
39. .insomnia 6/17/2008
40. .rappers Delight 5/28/2008
Best Poem of David DeSantis

*a Life Cycle

The most painful dawn,
one can ever know,
is the painful death,
of love let go.
Gone with its passing,
Are more than just dreams,
A flower shall wilt,
As jealousy teems.

The most painful noon,
One can ever see,
Is the painful death,
Of your mothers dream.
Gone with her eyes,
Are the reflection of you,
As a mirror shall break,
So shall you too.

The most painful day,
One can ever feel,
Is the painful death,
Of the ideal.
The mirror once broke,
Shall repair a new,
But in its reflection,
A darker ...

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Generation Me

By the corner window
he sat
eyes glazed over,
as a temple of fear,
which had often wondered
just who, when, and how,
he had finally gotten here.

Twice removed from anything resembling affection,

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