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
Daniel Richards Poems
***the Day My Baby Brother Died***
I remember that dreadful morning, Waking to the beast, Time had stopped, the news reckless A beautiful boy amazing but deceased
Fight The Good Fight
When the days grow shorter and the length of night draw longer It feels like your lost in time, And when you cant tell right from wrong they say, you beg for another day But you got to read between the lines
Red dress, red shoes, A dancing moonlight reflecting from you A diamond laced necklace, so cheap but expensive Shining on through,
Appearance Of Reality
To appear wise, one must talk To be wise, one must listen
Father, wake Look at the days, time for a change Father, wake Scary scenario, time for a change
As I sit here separated, but together Drowning behind the embers of bridges broken\burning of old Thinking of all the good thing and bad thing I’ve done,
My Best Friend My Brother - Rest In Peac...
my best friend my brother I only ever wanted you to see tomorrow I only ever wanted to take away your pain,
*a Dreamy Wonder*
When I fall into my land Of slumber, I come across My mind and in this place Of dreamy wonder, I am
Inner World Outer World
I don’t belong to a broken heart Or whisper the words of faith departed I’m in silent stares, but with a mind ignited, I have No need to scream my voice,
Hello Hello Hello
Hello hello hello Can you hear me? Hello, hello hello Is the anybody in there?
*a Beauty Bliss*
I shouldn’t look I shouldn’t touch But your beauty does entrance A mind that searches from first glance To end attraction that cannot start
If you don’t know then you can’t care, You show up yes, but your not there I haven’t hit the ground as I’m still falling, But,
*seeds Of Change*
I find, as we go, we’re becoming more lost, As the days go by In our time, we know that time will change But things don’t seem ok,
**everything Is Broken*
Making lies Breaking society, Straining strings Lost sobriety;
Red dress, red shoes,
A dancing moonlight reflecting from you
A diamond laced necklace, so cheap but expensive
Shining on through,
knowing a charged up essence of you jeweled
Will never escape the memory of you
Red dress, red shoes,
Ripples in the still breeze