David DeSantis

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

David DeSantis Poems

41. A New Date # 3 4/30/2008
42. A New Date 4/25/2008
43. A Funeral 4/21/2008
44. A Cynical Nature 4/10/2008
45. A Conference Room And Two Blondes. 5/6/2008
46. 74 In A 55 For Passing A School Bus 4/22/2008
47. 2012 1/8/2009
48. 10 Am Philosophical Musings On Nothing Of Major Consequence 5/15/2008
49. .wilted Petals 6/20/2008
50. .the Source 5/31/2008
51. .sometimes It's Better To Stand 6/18/2008
52. .rappers Delight 5/28/2008
53. .insomnia 6/17/2008
54. .contradicting Contractions 5/15/2008
55. .boop 7/14/2008
56. .acquaintances 5/30/2008
57. .a Tornado In Central New York 6/11/2008
58. .a Sunny Poem About Daffodils, Unicorns, And Butterflies 6/17/2008
59. .4th Of July 7/5/2008
60. ..Too Drunk 7/14/2008
61. ..I Think I Need A Girlfriend 7/20/2008
62. ..A Night Of Excess 7/10/2008
63. ..5: 03 Am 7/13/2008
64. ...Our First Gig 7/28/2008
65. .....Uninspired 8/20/2008
66. *video Game 10/9/2008
67. *the Ten Commandments 4/11/2008
68. *the Fog 8/26/2008
69. *isolation At Sunrise 4/9/2008
70. *a Life Cycle 4/29/2008
71. *2,1, None, Or More 9/16/2008
72. **the Inverse Of Functionality 2/16/2009
73. **the Club Beat 2/16/2009
74. **sunday Morning 2/22/2009
75. **my Birthday 1/29/2009
76. **hope 10/3/2008
77. **ghost Tracks 7/7/2008
78. **a Cartoonish Life 5/15/2008
79. **a Beach, Lake, And Owl 5/8/2008
80. ***trampolines And Easter Eggs 2/11/2009
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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Love Words

Love,
is a twisted game of words.
Defined by the actions we speak,
I know of no way to compromise
two competing concepts.
light, dark
we play in shadows
and dance ideas,
but do we really understand

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