Isaak DeMaio Poems

Most people concur:
regrets are the things you
thought of,  but didn't ever do.
 
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Would You Be Impressed?
If And When We Rise Again?
That'll Be The Day there is
A Moment of Silence on this Sick and Sad Keasbey Night.
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Let me consume their tragedies,
their capabilities overflow,
cancer shouldn't harmonize in life,
ninety-three nor sixteen years old.
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Warding off the longest regrets,
(Don't think about this.)
the past never frightens anybody,
(Please don't do this.)
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Forever it will last, just like
the memories engraved in their heads,
seeping through their hearts,
poisoning their skins.
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She cuts to break skin,
releasing the rush
of the anger held in,
blood begins to gush.
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A purple shaded sky sleeps silently
above timid young restless souls,
observing a glossy full moon rise
from out under the glistening ocean.
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Dancing Through Sunday, Silver and Cold,
Death of Seasons start to Bleed Black,
Summer Shudder, Love Like Winter,
and Decemberunderground.
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She doesn't know,
she doesn't know,
ask how she feels,
she'll tell you she doesn't know.
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Me and Mr. Dylan,
spinnin', swingin', laughing
gathered around the campfire,
casting spells in our own parade,
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