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The Dinner by DrumUltimA, literature

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The Dinner

It was a misty Friday eve, Dinner was far too late; When I walked in that restaurant, Nervous of this first date. I was seated at that table, Surroundings strange and new; It wasn't 'till the waiter came That I had spotted you. I went ahead and ordered, my words Clumsy and askew, Your beauty was so distracting The waiter surely knew! Well that waiter, he was a saint Because to my surprise, He sat you down across from me Right before my eyes. Your golden locks, they swirled about, Framed by your saucy dress; And as I watched in lust, I found My love hard to express. But feelings can be shared with more Than petty words and

Owed by DrumUltimA, literature

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Owed

I cannot come to school today Dear teacher, I apologize. I'm far too sick, so here I'll stay. My forehead's hot, my skin looks gray, I feel some burning in my eyes. I cannot come to school today. My body's been trembling all day, I've got a nosebleed all the time. I'm far too sick, so here I'll stay. I'm dizzy, and my heartbeat is strange, I'm sore from my head to my thighs. I cannot come to school today. The doctors couldn't solve my shakes And poor mother has no idea. I'm far too sick, so here I'll stay. I tried to come, got to the gate But quickly did I realize I cannot come to school today! I'm far too sick—so here

My Dilemma by DrumUltimA, literature

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My Dilemma

I want to write of love, but I'm afraid The poetry I make will be clichéd. My words will all have already been said, Emotions live to me strike you as dead! I want to write of love, but it would bore. And just because it's all been said before! Even if I write with love and spirit, I'm sure it wont be the first time you hear it. I want to write of love, but I cannot. I guess instead I'll let these old words rot And think up something for you fresh and new— It's too cliché to just say “I love you.”

Only Four Months to Go by DrumUltimA, literature

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Only Four Months to Go

The sunlight seeps between the window's blinds It fills the room, it rouses me awake As gentle as a newborn baby's cry. But the room it fills is not a room I know. These sheets are white, the walls are bare, and I Can't help but feel an emptiness below. A tube, a bag of water on a pole Inserted in my arm makes me recall Our baby shower—“only four months to go.” The sheets feel strangely damp around my thighs, My stomach's sore, I think my fever's broke. I see you talking to a nurse outside. I squint my eyes, the sun is bright this morning— It's too bright. Not the sun I'd hoped to see. It stings my eyes—

There Was a 20 in My Pocket by DrumUltimA, literature

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There Was a 20 in My Pocket

There was a 20 in my pocket, I was so happy you see; It was in my winter coat, I must have left it there for me. With this 20 in my pocket What was I supposed to buy? Was it for a cup of coffee Or a tuna melt on rye? Perhaps I meant to spend it on The groceries for that day, Or maybe my electric bill, I'm often late to pay. Or maybe I was saving up For a huge wide-screen TV, With 5.1 surround sound and A picture in HD. Maybe I meant to buy a gift For somebody I knew, Maybe I meant to pay a loan— I guess they forgot, too. Maybe it was to be spent On a romantic date On a dinner, on a movie, Just as long as it went la

Perfect Love by DrumUltimA, literature

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Perfect Love

I lose myself in your hypnotic stare As I gaze deep into your auburn eyes; As auburn as your flowing, luscious hair And luscious as your eyebrows, thick and wide. Each crevice on your face has its own story, Each wrinkle 'round your lips had its own grin. Your teeth, so straight, they glisten white and pearly Framed nicely between your nose and your chin. Your Adam's apple dances as you're drinking, As if on the catwalk, flaunting its best— Your shoulders broad, your biceps large and hulking As if to frame your sturdy, rock-hard chest. I really wish that there was more to show; But this mirror will not go quite that low.

Apologia by DrumUltimA, literature

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Apologia

Dear Teacher, sorry I'm running late Didn't eat breakfast 'cuz I'm loosing weight I also got a haircut, this morning I shaved Although you won't remember you told me to anyway Just like you won't remember what you wanted me to play But that's okay Because today I already know what you're gonna say I already know what you're gonna do After I hand my soul to you Cock back your head, giving me that look I've learned to give everything it took As you suck out my creativity My musical fertility Humility So please excuse My unwarranted hostility 'Cuz it must be disability That won't let me understand That all those cracked and bl

Unfortunate by DrumUltimA, literature

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Unfortunate

Just because you say you shouldn't Doesn't have to mean you couldn't— Just because you're scared to say “why not, I'll try it anyway.” And even then, back when you didn't, You didn't know what there was hidden. Back behind those ears and eyes, That space you filled with fear and lies. And now it's time to set it straight And move on out, walk through that gate. But here you sit, holding on tight Onto your pre-established life. And even still I do implore To let it go, walk through that door, To let it go, try something new, And find out all that chance can do. But here you stay, content and ill With your desire

Chameleon by DrumUltimA, literature

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Chameleon

I'll be the boy across the street, The one you always found so sweet Who'd twirl his hair and tap his feet; If it would make you love me. I'll be the mayor of the town, Who loves to drive his car around. In that mansion, you'd wear a crown; If it would make you love me. I'll be a corporate CEO Worth forty million, head to toe. I'd buy you your own TV show If it would make you love me. I'll run a country, start a war, Command an army with my sword. I'll conquer earth, and even more If it would make you love me. I'll be the man up on the moon, Or be the bringer of monsoons. I'll save the world, or bring it doom If it would ma

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Chameleon by DrumUltimA, literature

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Chameleon

I'll be the boy across the street, The one you always found so sweet Who'd twirl his hair and tap his feet; If it would make you love me. I'll be the mayor of the town, Who loves to drive his car around. In that mansion, you'd wear a crown; If it would make you love me. I'll be a corporate CEO Worth forty million, head to toe. I'd buy you your own TV show If it would make you love me. I'll run a country, start a war, Command an army with my sword. I'll conquer earth, and even more If it would make you love me. I'll be the man up on the moon, Or be the bringer of monsoons. I'll save the world, or bring it doom If it would ma

Unfortunate by DrumUltimA, literature

Literature

Unfortunate

Just because you say you shouldn't Doesn't have to mean you couldn't— Just because you're scared to say “why not, I'll try it anyway.” And even then, back when you didn't, You didn't know what there was hidden. Back behind those ears and eyes, That space you filled with fear and lies. And now it's time to set it straight And move on out, walk through that gate. But here you sit, holding on tight Onto your pre-established life. And even still I do implore To let it go, walk through that door, To let it go, try something new, And find out all that chance can do. But here you stay, content and ill With your desire

Apologia by DrumUltimA, literature

Literature

Apologia

Dear Teacher, sorry I'm running late Didn't eat breakfast 'cuz I'm loosing weight I also got a haircut, this morning I shaved Although you won't remember you told me to anyway Just like you won't remember what you wanted me to play But that's okay Because today I already know what you're gonna say I already know what you're gonna do After I hand my soul to you Cock back your head, giving me that look I've learned to give everything it took As you suck out my creativity My musical fertility Humility So please excuse My unwarranted hostility 'Cuz it must be disability That won't let me understand That all those cracked and bl

Perfect Love by DrumUltimA, literature

Literature

Perfect Love

I lose myself in your hypnotic stare As I gaze deep into your auburn eyes; As auburn as your flowing, luscious hair And luscious as your eyebrows, thick and wide. Each crevice on your face has its own story, Each wrinkle 'round your lips had its own grin. Your teeth, so straight, they glisten white and pearly Framed nicely between your nose and your chin. Your Adam's apple dances as you're drinking, As if on the catwalk, flaunting its best— Your shoulders broad, your biceps large and hulking As if to frame your sturdy, rock-hard chest. I really wish that there was more to show; But this mirror will not go quite that low.

There Was a 20 in My Pocket by DrumUltimA, literature

Literature

There Was a 20 in My Pocket

There was a 20 in my pocket, I was so happy you see; It was in my winter coat, I must have left it there for me. With this 20 in my pocket What was I supposed to buy? Was it for a cup of coffee Or a tuna melt on rye? Perhaps I meant to spend it on The groceries for that day, Or maybe my electric bill, I'm often late to pay. Or maybe I was saving up For a huge wide-screen TV, With 5.1 surround sound and A picture in HD. Maybe I meant to buy a gift For somebody I knew, Maybe I meant to pay a loan— I guess they forgot, too. Maybe it was to be spent On a romantic date On a dinner, on a movie, Just as long as it went la

Only Four Months to Go by DrumUltimA, literature

Literature

Only Four Months to Go

The sunlight seeps between the window's blinds It fills the room, it rouses me awake As gentle as a newborn baby's cry. But the room it fills is not a room I know. These sheets are white, the walls are bare, and I Can't help but feel an emptiness below. A tube, a bag of water on a pole Inserted in my arm makes me recall Our baby shower—“only four months to go.” The sheets feel strangely damp around my thighs, My stomach's sore, I think my fever's broke. I see you talking to a nurse outside. I squint my eyes, the sun is bright this morning— It's too bright. Not the sun I'd hoped to see. It stings my eyes—

My Dilemma by DrumUltimA, literature

Literature

My Dilemma

I want to write of love, but I'm afraid The poetry I make will be clichéd. My words will all have already been said, Emotions live to me strike you as dead! I want to write of love, but it would bore. And just because it's all been said before! Even if I write with love and spirit, I'm sure it wont be the first time you hear it. I want to write of love, but I cannot. I guess instead I'll let these old words rot And think up something for you fresh and new— It's too cliché to just say “I love you.”

Owed by DrumUltimA, literature

Literature

Owed

I cannot come to school today Dear teacher, I apologize. I'm far too sick, so here I'll stay. My forehead's hot, my skin looks gray, I feel some burning in my eyes. I cannot come to school today. My body's been trembling all day, I've got a nosebleed all the time. I'm far too sick, so here I'll stay. I'm dizzy, and my heartbeat is strange, I'm sore from my head to my thighs. I cannot come to school today. The doctors couldn't solve my shakes And poor mother has no idea. I'm far too sick, so here I'll stay. I tried to come, got to the gate But quickly did I realize I cannot come to school today! I'm far too sick—so here

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About DrumUltimA

Sep 5
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Deviant for 19 years
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Percussionist, improviser, educator. Video game music fan and general nerd.

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Deviantart and me

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Hey everybody, It's been a long time since I used Deviantart for, well, anything, really.  Deviantart represents the wonderful stage of my life where I was in high school and realizing that I was a super artsy-fartsy person, even though I couldn't really draw that well.  Those were fun times that I reflect fondly on, but times have changed.  I'm a big kid now--I've been in higher education for nine years.  Three degrees later, and I'm a full time freelance musician.  I realized that most of the content I had here, while definitely still an accurate reflection of my spirit, does not accurately portray the person I've become.  For that reason,

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hai~~

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okay so I've been convinced by my Peabody friend ~amante to put up some of my poetry that I did for my poetry class.  So here we go-o-0-o!

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HALLO SUBSCRIPTION

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I got a free weeklong subscription so I can not buy one some more :D oh I have internet now :)

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DrumUltimA eh? Reminds me of a remixer by the same name on OverClocked ReMix. :3 Well thanks for visiting my page!

Well, you're talking to that very same remixer!

o_o omg are you srs?!

Well then if this is true.. X3 I totally love your remixes!

hahah thanks!! Expect more soon! I've got a few things under my belt right now, might be collabing with snappleman which would be pretty cool if everything works out right. We'll see!

Thanks for the watch too

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IlovetheCasualties

hey there... other peabody folk...

So now you will put your poetry up?!

hahah okay