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About Me Member Haiku Poet iamsocarl18/Male/United States

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Bookkeeping

Scene 1 Lights up on a tidy, well-organized room. The lights should be warm and encouraging. Bookshelves line the walls, filled with uniformly black books with gold lettering. They look very official, and are exquisitely arranged. At a tidy table JOHN PENN is writing in one of the books, methodically. He seems to enjoy it, in a somewhat muted way. He finishes writing, closes the book, and places it on a shelf. As he does this the phone rings. He answers it.
PENN: Hello, John Penn speaking. Ah, Mr. Danforth. Yes, I’ve just finished going over the accounts. No, there were no, as you would call them, major errors but you

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Waves of Falling Leaves1 The space of a day Brought down waves of falling leaves. Sea of brown and red.
2 To secure their nut harvest, Squirrels frantically scampering.
3 Wild geese sensing change Fly swiftly from the darkness. Wings blot out the sky.
4 Days growing ever shorter Speak to fears of endless night.
5 Beating back shadows, The moon on the horizon, Swollen in Autumn.
6 The sea and the sky converge. Thin line between blue and blue.
7 The fisherman’s boat. Stealing from the Waves of Falling Leaves
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Cry of YouthThese undercooked themes Of school and other demons Reveal my young age.
I'm too young to be thinking Of anything more than that.
Perhaps my style, too Borrowed from dead easterners Reveals my nonage.
Have I no new ideas? Must I rely on old tricks?
"But he'll develop, This is just a stage for him. Just you wait a while."
You wait for time, Age, Like Deus ex Machina To smooth my edges
Thus discounting the present In favor of the future.
Open up your eyes! One theme is like another! & Cry of Youth
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Imaginations of Winters FutureThe ice comes dancing, Embracing rivers, windows, Sinning so softly
Fingertips caress the glass, Tracing patterns on its skin.
Her brothers follow: The twins, deep snow and silence, Conceal her exploits.
Still we try to venture forth, Black ants on a field of white. Imaginations of Winters Future
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Choose For MeChoose.
So these are my options. Layed out Side by side. They wait and they wait. You'd call them patient? No.
They demand my response. Each side's opinions, Each side's Desires, Pull and push and prey. And pray. The soldiers march towards me, Narrower and narrower my field of vision grows As the lines close in.
"Only one of us."
Of course, I know, you've said. But how? Choose For Me
by ~iamsocarl

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Current Residence: Tulsa, America
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Interests: Things?
Favourite genre of music: Indie
Tools of the Trade: My mind, a pen, a word processor, and a notebook full of schoolwork.

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*santanaclaws Mar 20, 2008, 7:34:04 AM

Yay. Fellow Booker T. deviant.
And a poet at that.

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=alfajr Feb 28, 2008, 7:44:58 PM

Thanks for the
I much appreaciate it ^^
it's mean a lot for me

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