Biography of Dan Caliolio
Poetry is the definition, or key to ones soul, and as a young one, i plan on taking a different route from what everyones doing, and interpret my situations through my writing.
The old poetry was 'different' to say the least, but as time takes its toll, the perspective i have for the world changes.I still have a long way to go, and throughout the so called 'maturity process', i'll keep writing, the situations, the scenarios, and the beauty i've yet to see.
Dan Caliolio Poems
If You Said 'Yes', We'D Be Dancing Along...
we're at a new generation, ! halt...no, stop? wait, Go! green's for go,
Nightmares Can Get Quite Long
i'm down tonight, but everyone is safe, from me overlooking this operation, from the view of the sharp
The Blade Stutters To Kill Caustic Reali...
I was lonely 'till we met Driving down a dark, cold road, wanting to hear your heart beat. I guess I could've sent a message down your road. please, please tell me.
Believe Me When I Say
I'm the raving misconception serving as ear plugs for the deaf. I'm the taste of respect laying on the tongue of each pulsation, every shutter, each scene. I'm the darkest wizard in your 'party scene' that would turn the butterflies in your stomach cold and heartless.
An Angels Cry
Sad to say, we lost our ways, as we sway, far away, from our 'baby days'. its when our walls turned to gray, and we became the biggest cliches, and fell,
its Dan, and i'm writing, because i'm not going to sleep.I miss that sunrise, this sunset got too old.I need good Irony in my life.I need my Moon.I want the universe to implode and burst into fireworks, so we can say that this will be a happy new year...perhaps not.I lied. I say time should fall back, so the dandelions could fly and sing, to regress in all the happiness, because happiness is a privelege, or an incisive decision.maybe we all sleep because we want an excuse, to be sad, or to die faster.we're dying every second, and boy, if sleeping is fantastic, then dying sure feels great.but it doesn't.I don't know how its like, to die.but as soon as i fall asleep, I will.
A Descent Down With The Crows
STAY FOR ME THERE! I WILL NOT FAIL! TO MEET THEE IN THAT HOLLOW VALE.
Nothing But A Mo(U) Rning Rush
just in case a poet runs out of weapons, neither he or she can be lethal. like a shooting star casting away from the moon, neither these two things are dead brutal.
It's Quiet In The Suburbs
Hey girl, shakey little Marionette! let me tweak you a smile for a nickel. i'm that puppeteer who has the world to offer. my carriage is nonetheless brand new,
Hey, This Is New, Kind Of, Sort Of, Oh W...
i'm a chemist, and i'll sing this formula throughout your body. i'd make your heart burst, and i'd sing more lies.
it's the euphoria of this descent, and i'm running for the touchdown. but i'm stuck in slow-motion, my boy is cold, drunk, and drugged... i'm prying for pretend memories, and i'm tied in a line, which makes me the bait... to be the bait means to be broken.to be broken means to be shallow, but not desperate.
Thanks For The Effort...Adapt.
To our genuine feelings, 'May you rest in peace...'
If The Text Blinds You, Read Between The...
As our tears touch the honest ocean My faith in you starts to break down acid I'm truthful and crying I'm the worst liar i know
We Need To Breathe Together
I watch the sunset rush down from your overflowing tears. asking for empathy and distance to break the grasp of our oath.
In Kelbie's Eyes
You whisper 'City skies in Idaho tonight.'
I think you're pretty, dressed in seventeen dreams
From our candle lit dinner.
You smile like you're dreaming; you're so well drawn,
So dear I think we're head over heels.
I won't stop until I get you to say 'Live to Love'
For me to take it one step or two, I'll take you under Vegas Lights
and we'll join this party scene and dropp dead 'till our 'everything' gets old.
When winter words turn gold, I promise you my pen vs. my soul.