David DeSantis

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

***the Real Me - Poem by David DeSantis

I'm different,
I'm unusually not the same
something askew
my thought patterns
something I can not feign.

I'm weird
and won't play this underfoot
playing games in my
macho mind
her body as my book

I'm old
but really yet still young
24 years
of old man thoughts
a real life mr. button

I lie,
and pretend I tell the truth
I think I see
so wise and free
while I wait at the laid off both

I'm a joke,
a play of a clown of a prophet
a man whose blind
behind his eyes
a piece of wood in a grommet.

Copyright (c) David DeSantis

Comments about ***the Real Me by David DeSantis

  • Rookie Idy H (5/31/2009 6:25:00 PM)

    I love lines 4 and 5; 'my thought patterns something...' I simply do; overall great retrospective poem. I can relate to the old soul in young body theme. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 13 Points Onelia Avelar (3/20/2009 10:41:00 AM)

    The demonization of the own personality is an intersting literary device :) you use it quite well. Good write, real you ;) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Lynda Robson (3/13/2009 10:26:00 AM)

    Don't be too hard on yourself young man, you are an excellent poet, good write
    Lynda xx (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ella Poet (3/13/2009 9:09:00 AM)

    10/10 for being v contemporary (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 13, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, June 1, 2009

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