Biography of Dana Korneisel
I grew up in Western Michigan. I have not left the Midwest but moved for high school and am now in college. I started writing seriously my senior year of High School, in 2010, the first semester. During this time I stuck to prose with only a few jumps into poetry.
Two summers ago I really started writing poems. I found them a way to organize and analyze my thoughts and feelings. I found in words a connection to the world and meditation.
Dana Korneisel Poems
Strawberry White, Strawberry White, strawberry white painted lips Somewhere inside, somewhere inside, somewhere inside t'dark wood ship
Ever-weather Friendly seizing Roughly smooth and glassy Flowing solid
Wenn Du Hier Warst...
Kőnnen wir ganz zeit zusammen sein Kőnntest du mein Hand in dein fűhlen Kőnnte ich dein warme Kuss haben
The misty purple sky says it's morning. A dreary eyed, shivering morning What happened to that old dreamed of morning
Staring at you Across that granite slab Seeing in your eyes Those words that you said
40 days till paradise 40 days, make it clean 40 nights till you'll arrive 40 nights? ripping seams,
It'll crumble that old refuge give it a few days, it'll be gone,
Safety in numbers, a world with less anger tolerate. everyone.
I know she needs you, needs you more Than I, just for to live I know she makes you smile and laugh And that you'd gladly give
The sanguine macabre The bitter sweet salt Of blackstrap molasses on blood
Alone With You
I miss you, love, please come to me, those hours between dusk and dawn.
Be I wolf or be I leopard I am neither sheep nor shepherd And I know fate don't pick favorites From the darkness of the day
In My Mind
I can practically see you lying there I can practically feel your voice weave round a name The way your chest is moving as you breath in deep
Dark Chocolate Days
She lay in the thoughts of that dark chocolate day
of the bitter, delectable sort of a way
He had of making her see him and say
I want you,
I love you,
I need you to stay.
She lay on that dreame, wrapped in thin silver vines
All warped and distorted, turned rust green by time