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About me...

It seems to me that what used to stand here is no

longer accurate. However,a boy who dreamt of

angels has a specail place in my heart because of the person and the signifigance of the work - it was the first thing someone had ever written exclusivly about me.

I.... work. I am trying my best to learn as much as possible... so i have early days and late hours.

But I still do fuck off occasionally, and I do joke around. I try to do what I can do to make things happen the way they are suppose to.
Most of the time it blows up in my face.


It seems to be that I am somewhat boring or plain, because I have only a few things to talk about and thats only every now and then. This is far beyond the case...

I was taught to live as simply as possible because if you are complicated things tend to fuck up more often. This is the case in life, engines, machinery, girls, love, friendship, electronics, the stars, everywhere.

Keep it simple, and most of the time you'll come out pretty alright.

One time in my life I was taught something by my grandfather that most will never learn. He taught it to me by example. Silence is better for the most part...and when you do speak up people will pay notice.

I talk to often as it is.

But everyday... It's always just another day in paradise.

To all -
I am me. No one else.
I don't expect you to be me. Don't expect me to be you.
I don't expect you to listen to me. But, I will listen to you.
I don't seem to be all there all the time. That's because I'm not.
I'm not crazy. Just a shade over sane.
Got a problem? Take it up with me.
Got a problem with me? Don't talk to others about it.

Of all the things I can't stand in this existense...
It's hyprocrasy. Saying one thing doing another.

Hiding your feelings, or lieing about them. If it's there, its there.

I am a coward. Only because I let something slip through my fingers before I knew I had it to start.
And make no mistake about this - I REGRET IT.

To all, that is all.

A boy who dreamt of angels
- Danielle

Never once did he rethink his poems
They were not his to change
What was written was final
One doesn't change the words of an angel

Never does he imagine new characters
What he tells is real
He simply projects the reality
Into things the rest of us can see

Never does he see for you
Everyone is much more than we think
Each person he cares for is an angel
And deserves that much, once it has been written

Never is he reckless with his writing
He knows he effects lives
And words must be chosen with attention
Details will form themselves once he has chosen
the words

Never does he boast
He lives discreetly
But he thrives inside. He surges with life.
His poems, his angels, his presence
spreads like wildfire



A restless dreamer, I watch the world with the eyes of the innocent. I am the one who watches but never speaks. I am a poet. I am an innocent. I am a lover. I play life's game but I make my own rules. And in the end, it's love that makes us who and what we are.

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