Visit my friend The Warmaster's comics, Here - They're slightly not for the faint of hearted.
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My name is David W.K. Sometimes I have used the moniker of "Vasquine DeTsar", a former comic book character and an alter ego of mine. Very early I went as "Mortimer", which is probably the least original pseudonym ever created. I tell you this now because all three of these men are done with this site. You may not ever see another poem than the one I am about to present to you, and the one featured as a true poem, which is a collaboration between Nick Sinnett and I. This is for two reasons: I am going to try and get my poetry published, and I am responsible for the copyright and fiscal ramifications of leaving the prose on here, and secondly, I am a coward.
I am a coward for a number of reasons, which have reasons in themselves. It is enough to say I am afraid, and that I can't keep my poems online for that - that further elaboration would lead to more questions.
I ask that you do not follow my example. This site has a lot of history for me; you can read some of the more violent disagreements with other users in my comments section on this page that you're currently reading by asking to view all. Don't think of me as a great poet, because I was not, and I am not, and I may never be. Be glad that I do not fill this site with you anymore. My poems were never popular, never read here: Do NOT follow me.
I present this poem to you here, because the author's page, as I write it, does not have its content copyrighted, so I can reproduce it to my heart's content, and you can do whatever you wish with it:
"Octopus
Or I could wait.
Because time turns grey
when you're around.
All the sandcastle rhetoric is gone
and replaced with the fragile
shells
of affection.
And I can't wait,
to extend my heart's hand
just to let you
slap it away. "
Do not think of what I wrote - if you are reading this page by happenstance, then you are one of the few that ever have, and ever will. When AllPoetry refreshes its content, I will not renew this account; these words too will fade from existence.
If you have read this far, thank you.
I love you, I love you!
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My name is David W.K. Sometimes I have used the moniker of "Vasquine DeTsar", a former comic book character and an alter ego of mine. Very early I went as "Mortimer", which is probably the least original pseudonym ever created. I tell you this now because all three of these men are done with this site. You may not ever see another poem than the one I am about to present to you, and the one featured as a true poem, which is a collaboration between Nick Sinnett and I. This is for two reasons: I am going to try and get my poetry published, and I am responsible for the copyright and fiscal ramifications of leaving the prose on here, and secondly, I am a coward.
I am a coward for a number of reasons, which have reasons in themselves. It is enough to say I am afraid, and that I can't keep my poems online for that - that further elaboration would lead to more questions.
I ask that you do not follow my example. This site has a lot of history for me; you can read some of the more violent disagreements with other users in my comments section on this page that you're currently reading by asking to view all. Don't think of me as a great poet, because I was not, and I am not, and I may never be. Be glad that I do not fill this site with you anymore. My poems were never popular, never read here: Do NOT follow me.
I present this poem to you here, because the author's page, as I write it, does not have its content copyrighted, so I can reproduce it to my heart's content, and you can do whatever you wish with it:
"Octopus
Or I could wait.
Because time turns grey
when you're around.
All the sandcastle rhetoric is gone
and replaced with the fragile
shells
of affection.
And I can't wait,
to extend my heart's hand
just to let you
slap it away. "
Do not think of what I wrote - if you are reading this page by happenstance, then you are one of the few that ever have, and ever will. When AllPoetry refreshes its content, I will not renew this account; these words too will fade from existence.
If you have read this far, thank you.
I love you, I love you!
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Co-Co-Cola on July 1, 2007your e-comics addict me
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The Warmaster on October 19, 2006WANGMASTER! You shall be purged in the cleansing flames of hatred and Mankind's eternal suffering!
- Nick
P.S. You suck... cock. -
Gentle Android on September 28, 2006Yeah, probably.
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Black Panic on September 28, 2006Hey, I just realized. You're going to miss out on the joy of the Leaver's Dinner. Hah, what a shame. No one want to go anyways. Are you going to College?
-Black
