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You Can't Stop Me
A Poem by
Dannyisawriter
YOU CAN’T STOP ME!!! I’m here following the Christ But the world wants to beat me down It’s like on my life it has..
Dear Mr. Christian
A Poem by
Dannyisawriter
Dear Mr. Christian: You tell me I’m such a misfit But I can see you’re such a hypocrite You tell me to change how I talk To c..
Undefeated
A Poem by
Dannyisawriter
The teen in school if mocked For living his faith But he doesn’t stop his talk Because he fears his God more than their wraith ..
Death Has Died
A Poem by
Dannyisawriter
The child in the desert country Awakes to the sound of gunfire As a gun is shoved in his hands rather abruptly And his parents are kille..
Evident Mercy
A Poem by
Dannyisawriter
I have seen dark, starless nights I have even seen my own blood flow My world was changed to a sorry plight Even now I limp from when life de..
View of Self
A Poem by
Dannyisawriter
God: When he looks in the mirror He sees a lot of things I wish he could see himself clearer But he always compares himself to the kings ..
Dear Pain
A Poem by
Dannyisawriter
Dear Pain: Aside from God, you are one of the most powerful forces In our lives courses You have the power to build and destroy You have..
Who Am I?
A Poem by
Dannyisawriter
Who am I To ignore the child Who cuts himself behind closed doors and never smiles? When yet upon my very own arm I bear The very same sc..
Note 2 Self
A Poem by
Dannyisawriter
Note To Self:You and I go hard into the nightAll because you can’t believe anyone loves youYou are like a wounded dog with a nasty biteWho eve..
Danny No More
A Poem by
Dannyisawriter
Danny is dead There is nothing left of him, not a shred He is just an empty shell His soul was left somewhere in his cell No longer..
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