Daniel Richards

(09-11-1982 / London, England)

Biography of Daniel Richards

i am a writer who has found inspiration from my bipolar disorder. poetry has been an outlet for me to vent my feelings emotions and the rut of an illness that has such amazing highs and disabling lows. emotions i believe are they key to all understanding of both human and natural
characteristic's and behavior as we are not dissimilar.


And also inanimate objects, i believe all of everything contain an energy a life force if you please with thought patterns. strange but thats just me.
i am also pushed write poems in reference to life as we know it today, the evils the goods the gods and the myths, and sacred geometry visions.

may i add also my own personal favorites are added with a star so they are easier too find, please check back regularly as more added almost daily

Oh and Please, Please please comment on me as a poet, it would be of great help

i mainly post first drafts here, just so everyone knows

I must add that some of my poetry or word art as i like to call it can be at times graphic in its content such as the subject of suicide for example, so i would like to take this opportunity to apologize for any offense or upset i may off caused. poetry is my outlet and unfortunately with the nature of my illness, i have, in the past attempted suicide and this is a very prominent life experience for me so i feel the need to express the emotions.
again, im sorry for any upset or offense
Also 90% of my work is first and only draft.

please peruse my poem collection and feel free to add comment as we all need improving in every way as perfection rarely exists.

to the reader.

at the risk of asking too much, would you be kind enough to give my poems a rating, good or bad it will help me aim my writing in the right direction

Thank you and enjoy (i hope)

Daniel Richards's Works:

several articles in the Big Issue,
and many awaiting response from several prominant news and media companies and magazines too

PoemHunter.com Updates

*Gateway Differences*

We where spinning into darkness
The ropes had become undone
Wrestling with our restlessness
The truth began to unravel & soon would be undone

Drawing on my selfishness
I ducked my head and run
From the fiery waves appalling
Igniting from our lying sun

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