

We Are AngelsWe are angels fallen from heaven she would say, broken wingéd wanderers waiting for an outlet. But were angels forced to eat from the recess ground, force fed the soil like a worm till you learned to love the taste? Notebook pages ripped and strewn at my feet. Only faggots write poetry. Bastard child, your father was a faggot and that's all you'll ever be. Words they can not hurt me.We Are Angels
I sought solace under the tree of freaks, the tree that whispered back to me, you are not unique, just another outcast in the endless machine.


Damning Days of SummerThere's fungus growing from there, he said. I laughed and then I was dead. I watched a two-part opera with my eyes fixed tight. I washed my hands, then flew a kite. A thousand monsters came in my sleep. Amongst the shadows nothing creeps, but still I scream.Damning Days of Summer
I scream with visions of politicians parading across elaborate sets with funny hats and funny rhetoric. Death and all his friends--they came
knocking. I'm not a fool anymore.
I once met Jesus until I found out he was sand. He slipped between my hand and then I cursed
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Danny P
Make up your own movement.
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Danny P
Are you OK
Come and follow me
To my poem gallery
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Fuck the world before it fucks you
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I probably just said something offensive. It's just the internet, relax already, dork.
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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in posession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
*Pride and Prejudice*
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