Words Of Wisdom

Hey guys, My names Dan Wittenkeller. I'm taken by a wonderful girlfriend :) I'm an ambitious writer from a small town in the suburbs of Chicago called Minooka, Illinois. Next year I'm attending Columbia College, majoring in poetry. This is my social network/ writing blog. You can contact me on here if you'd like:) I love meeting new people and writing. Feel free to message me, don't be shy:) I also LOVE hearing other people's poetry so message me and we can talk or you can send me some of your stuff and I'll blog it and give you credit. I just don't want my page overflowing when this gets popular, with other people's post. I'm new to this so give me sometime to get the hang of tumblr and to figure this out.Hope you find some relatable shit:)

Poetry is me,
It shows my personality better than I can explain.
If you know my poetry, you know me.

"A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else is just a footnote."
~ Sunday, January 15 ~
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the crowd

My heart falls under my un-beating chest

No signs of breath, vacant procedures

Your face

Stands in the mirror of my mistakes

In the lies of my misconceptions

Im blind to your figure

The crowd stands in the way

Crowded by these pages of lies

Humbled for the next feeling I can feel

Wishing on a star that was never shown to mankind

I cry the nile in my eyes for the next triumph among these heartaches

That seem to build everytime another second is ticked

The puzzle that doesn’t seem to fit

The crowd that took your place

I was never distracted by the crowd

Never brought to life by lifeless sound

Never lived a life I never sung to the pages I verse

Never thinking when it comes to the curse

That lives over my head

No answer lives in my crawling body

But the crowd, destroys it all

Destroys us,

Society causes our faults

 discontinues our leaps and bounds

falters us with its taunts and chants

to live free to live within these

pages of broken records

that never made it past the inspection

Love reaches past the crowd

Even if Im deaf to the sound

Even when we don’t feel so inferior

The feel, can leap over society’s barrier


~ Tuesday, January 3 ~
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The Game

A pattern of hearts, missing patterns

A blind player, deaf

Pieces moved as blood trickles along with sweat

Streaks of light passing through the bulb

That shone brightly, thus evolved

The player represented the game of love

Inspired by the move of a pawn

He crinkled at the sprinkle of dust of magic

Of prayers of happiness longing to the Vatican

A far journey that would have ended in vain

Therefore he continued to play the game

Until the female specimen destroyed his name

Obliterated, so insane

A lightning stroke in the pure darkness

Inspired a pen to appear in-sighted

But he played blind as his heart lay divine 


~ Wednesday, December 28 ~
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A gray barrier escorting at the speed of sound

Bland to love, blockade to the crimson waters

They flow elegantly through a whirlwind of emotion

Humbling, breathing for erosion

Thus, kept sacred to this beating drum, of a heart

Triumphs through the symphonies

Playing a tune of peace and harmony

Resurrect the ascending lovers of the past

But bury them in denial

Betrayal at the highest peak

Dropping my heart to the lowest depth

Shattered on the street, just hoping I could vent

Millions of faces blind to anguish

Unknown of the knowing

The fact that love is beating

A diet of the bulimic

Symbolic meaning

Love is a past time, future reigns the present

Galaxies are left in the memory

Stars of past love are left, bystanding in a tragedy


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elyrae asked: See? I followed you!

i know!


~ Monday, December 12 ~
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Paradise

Paradise

Bridges burnt along this rivers flow, quietly

Death done with a dagger, silently

Within this vacation from disaster

Hopefully living is happily ever after

It’s a catastrophe to believe in the prophets who prophetically claim responsively constant

 they swim in oceans that carry bystanders to the tropics, resulting in a tear on Hailey’s comet

The topic of disaster,

Disguised as a do gooder

Resulting in a pull of a trigger

Death is vacant, depressive sanctuary

Pray for the life of me

I solemn swear to never travel down that road

Paradise in the tropics of heaven

I call to the angels resending

The perfect mistake, the living mask, the grueling face, this can’t be replaced

Paradise, paradise becoming my where a bouts

Transforming into my tears, living close to my heart

Death wishing to never near

The thoughts are disguised


~ Wednesday, December 7 ~
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Hate Crime

A travesty lays burial
A repetition for a representive reputation lays accountable
when the deal was made, a fair hand was never shook
there I ponder confused

It seems to be but a dark gloomy night
lead this hate crime
to blow up to be a catatrosphe
this is nothing but an utter tragedy 


~ Tuesday, December 6 ~
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“R.I.P.” anyone who’s had someone die in their life. This can really relate

My mind has been set on the wonders of life

Lucky for the great triumph that it is

Even at its shallow points it doesn’t compare

To a life lost in a dust of time

On an hour glass of life

Time ticks away and away

Decinigrates into the future

Even if you don’t recognize the face

You cant help but cry

At the images of other bystanders

Watching like a kite in the sky

With tears falling from our eyes

 like we’re staring into the sun shine

the seems so mask and gloomy

and clouds up and seems fummy

because everything didn’t turn the way it was meant to be

hopefully that lost heart can be replaced by me

lessons we learn on this hard triumphed road

preparing our emotions for a hard grulling war

like a bullet is shot through the middle of its spleen

Knowing the ones that are loved or aren’t as much

Can reunite into a place of worship

Farther into galaxies we all will get to know

the destination that can correct our fatal lows along our broken road

One day, we can say that

Our time will be done

And end all this mass catastrophy

That at this point seems to be our fantasies

that is this pastime

Eyes rub as thoughts run through our minds

On what the person laying the casket

Has left behind

For us to learn from, as they teach the harmful ways of which they left

Reminding us as they look from a skybox view,

Its ok to mourn, its ok to feel torn

It shows you have a heart for one another

And believe in loving each other

The books of the pages that are bloody and battered

Are the ones that we can read and gather

Together we can comprehend

Information that’s logical to our heart set destination

To see this place of which they lay

As we wish we could replace

But we know we cant unfortunately

We can just pray and pray mournfully

Sadly I can say myself

I didn’t know this person very well

But my heart lays out to him

And the others who lost there lives before him

Of the same cause of which I can relate

Because ive had the same blood cross my face

As the tears fell to the floor

Tearing the canvas into fourths

Dividing the good from the bad

And the real from the fake

The make believe

From reality

Knowing im here on gods watch

And time’s sake

Concluding thoughts will bend across my happiness

For these passing days

In the back of my head I will long remember

The ones that we lost to situations

That we haven’t passed between and cant grip the feel

Hospital beds shouldn’t be homes to the unworthy

The nicest and most concern for each one of us

Seem to be the ones that fall into the dark

I think again why this world sometimes seems to be so cold

And I remind myself these are the lessons that our lives have told


~ Sunday, December 4 ~
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The Work Out Plan

I may be weak, but I have a work out plan

A chance to become a better man

taking a shot at success with every incredible chance I could get

A sweat pour, means millions

A beautiful girl means the world

Society reigns supreme over me

The back talk forms a clan

thats why Ill take part in a work out plan


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Just had to let some emotion out. its a free write so give me feedback? :)

Afraid to approach a critical situation

I ask myself if I could ever face it

Challenges bleeding life

New obstacles begging to fly

Flight is overtaken by my virtues

I misused these issues by listening to computers

A talking man is never a winner

That’s why im deaf to sinners

Not saying im perfect but I can try to be

Ill hide my shadow in a realm inside another galaxy

Locked in a box of unfortunate circumstances

I lured myself in , without intentions

Glad to find a way to a new mountain

The climb is exciting, the thrill is received stepped by step

Living in a world that lives off the guess

To the humbling question, many don’t care to answer

That’s why im locked, suspended, like a cancer

Infection, blind heart

I don’t understand why communication could tear a human being

Destroy the inner soul, relinquish all the feelings

Standing among bombs flowing through airspace

Ill remained suspended as far as space takes

I will explore another star, another hope for a different galaxy

And grow,

Because I know it is in me

Love is blind, Temptation steers the human race

Blinded by gold and false relics

I cant be compared, therefore I am jealous

Even though I should not

 I shall move mountains with each standing breath I got

Until the legs bend to take a seat

They will never stop, even if bleeding on my knees, Ill stay as far as I can from my own feet

Ill overcome obstacles, this burden is philosophical

That’s why I’ll die in futures hospital


~ Saturday, December 3 ~
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WRITTEN BY A GUY~ We guys don’t care if you talk to other guys. We don’t care if you’re friends with other guys. But when you’re sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. It doesn’t help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we’re still there. We don’t care if a guy calls or texts you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. That it can’t wait till the morning. Also, when we tell you you’re pretty/beautiful/gorgeous/cute/stunning, we freaking mean it. Don’t tell us we’re wrong. We’ll stop trying to convince you. The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. Yeah, you can quote me. Don’t be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood I’m in. Let us pay for you! don’t ‘feel bad’ We enjoy doing it. It’s expected. Smile and say ‘thank you. Kiss us when no one’s watching. If you kiss us when you know somebody’s looking, we’ll be more impressed. You don’t have to get dressed up for us. If we’re going out with you in the first place, you don’t have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own. We like you for who you are and not what you are. Honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she’s just in her pj’s. or my t-shirt and boxers, not all dolled up. Don’t take everything we say seriously. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing.

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~ Wednesday, November 30 ~
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2 A.M.

Its 2 Am
The dusk is densing, as a loves blessing tortures me apart from my senses
It’s quite desolating to believe in such a fascination
I think not.
A midnight horse lifts its heals hovering
Runs for the success of a love tumbling
Down this hill of fortunes greatest treasures
Your love in the shadows
As sips were taken from the glass of a rooms community
You lay alone, without a thought of me
How could I be so grateful?
When your arms are vacant of such an alarming pleasuring touch?
This sensation fascinates my craving
How could I starve when I am fed?
How can I beg to live? When I always learn how to forgive?
A side dish to the perfect dessert
You live among oases
I tremble in the inner desserts, deserted
If I earned this how could I learn from this?
If your striving for a penny every second on a pendulum
When Imp sleeping on a dollars dream, feeling loose from my equilibrium
It strikes blades among blades
Among my hearts pace
Chasing my hearts race
Give and take, give and take
I believe in forever if you gave forever its standing chance
Id lived to make forever, if you understand the desserts tundra cold atmosphere
 
Its 2 am
At which I pray upon a dreams fascinating vision
I put myself inside another world where the heat is suspended
An igloo of crimson
A submission from a composition
All because a masterpiece was not created at first glance
I thought this would make me a better man
But sadly it’s 2 am and I’m a cold shadow of a man
As you live in the desert


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Its Starting.

You wake from slumber, you know its starting
You start with a days eve, its so alarming
A night hawk at sunrise
 Black hawk down at my demise
A plane flying over skyrise
A love that lives inside mine
A heart blends to shed its true colors
It overwhelming bled, crimson waters
It sat on the stool and watch me at my greatest faults
I prayed for my ambitious rage
That’s how God taught
He came to me in a vision, suspended
He claimed I could handle this baggage
But little did I know that baggage required a bandage
A stone age the lasts a life time
An ice age, frozen in pastime
Lucky I’ll learn to fight another day
Its starting, my loves birth is on judgement day.


~ Tuesday, November 29 ~
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Mask Of Hidden Love

A mask of hidden love

Hidden behind a pad of tapping keys

Tapping on my hearts beat making it hard to breathe

Asthma when it comes to love, you heal my heart from its grief

If you touch my seldom tender masked chest, id be in relief

Don’t leave it empty with a tease

Don’t let me walk lonely in the wind

Hide me in your cave

Show me not all of them are the same

Were shorten for the time

Our love lengths the speed

A trip to mars a trip to our happy place

Where we hold hands and move gently into place

Outerspace, where we can explore our every dream

If you left him, id give you the key

But for no now ill hold my breathe

And question if your worth a bullet to the chest

But the answer will always be our calls

A dial tone in my ear

Your voice waking me up to the sunny Chicago air

the space in my boxed heart is open

 your words scrape the wound

your voice plays my butterflies into a solumn tune

I live with a masked confusion

Your love brings me into seclusion

Our dreams, yes my illusions

But can you blame a lonely soul?

Wishing a beautiful girls love to make home?

Ill travel alone down this road

I hope you’re at the end to greet me

Swore me into your presence

And keep our love present

Your eyes keep me hoping and ill hold your hand

As I daze off into a growing trance

Where butterflies prance

This is what I call, our wedding dance


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The Fury Of A Grave

The masks of emotion, hide a buried grave

Faces hidden by a vow to an inner being

That shall unleash itself for a love gone sober

On a drunken thought of glory

This hides burden to the vow of a folktale

Since reality can’t shelter itself from a storm of a caved in crescent collapse

Of the precipitation of the amancipation to release a soul of virtue to the grounds of a hollowed due

That will walk this earth for years to come

Grass and grains dig into the carcass of this being

The being releasing its inner feelings

With a surreal vow, the wrath of a tornado, with the waves of a tsaumani

In triumph answer this relentingly asked question

Can you handle my fury?