daniel patrick Poems

“Happy”
The snow falls on a Christmas morning. The family is all here and everybody is together. Kids begin to open gifts that sketch a smile on their face. There is food scattered on the long table.
“Sad”
It’s eleven at night as I lay in my bed face first completely covered with pillows. I haven’t eaten or spoke to someone the entire day. My room is filled with silence except for the slow music that plays through the pitch black room.
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Murder
They call my physco
It’s just my occupation
I am a killer.
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The believer
If you think you have won, you have.
If you think you can, you can.
If you like to win and know you will, it’s almost a cinch you will.
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