Mark Daniels : Writing

The Puppet

The Puppet

A Poem by Mark Daniels


The puppet looks like it is dead,but i assure you he's alive.this puppet is the oldest puppet,the oldest of its kind.Made from solid cherry wood,the b..
Blow away

Blow away

A Poem by Mark Daniels


I wish i could just blow away,like a leave in the Autumn winds.I don't think no one will care if i blow away,no one will notice.So as i sit here,upon ..
The Maze

The Maze

A Poem by Mark Daniels


As I wander through this endless maze,this endless maze that we all call life;I took a turn,another turn and I saw another,another person wandering th..
My Prison

My Prison

A Poem by Mark Daniels


As I sit here, inside my prison, and listen to my peer's endless questions, and my teacher's endless orders,I look outside, I look and I see the rain ..
My Heart

My Heart

A Poem by Mark Daniels


And as the sun slowly sets on this day,I end this lonely day in prayer.I pray that those, whom I have touched today,do not fall the same way I have: i..

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