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1.5k · Mar 2011
Be My Sweet 16
Daniel James Mar 2011
Be your sweet 16?
Whatever do you mean?
You're twenty-nine,
Now's not the time
To celebrate your teens.

Yeah it is -
If fans are years
I'm only fifteen
(And a half!)
On here.

So now you *do
know what I mean
Say you'll be my sweet sixteen?
1.5k · Sep 2011
daydream
Daniel James Sep 2011
i like to see the way you
like to lay in your books,
the class that borrows you
and lets you take it home.

life moves like a chess queen,
instantly
                  i pray
to hold you too tight some days.

they are -
and their presence
that shakes the air
was thick

with a bass

thump with the

breakbeat bump

into the kind of other skyness,

then suddenly
I was surrounded by razors
shaving off one breath at a time
a loom and singing wood winds over and
Something broke my grasp, running away
from these bad memories.

the young morning wind asked me for my name today

I whispered it was a secret.
1.5k · Feb 2011
Of Childishness
Daniel James Feb 2011
I don’t believe in growing up
I’m still a schoolboy pratt
Whenever I see bra-straps
They just fidget to be snapped.

Sunburnt brit:
It’s the new colour
In the Dulux range this summer.

If dogs had people’s thumbs
And people had dogs’ tongues
Would they be texting messages
While we were sniffing bums?

The cutest thing is when confused
Mummy’s little soldier
Waves the skirt of truce.

I guess there was a last time
I sat on daddy’s head
And grabbed on tight to his greying hair
As he led me by the legs
1.5k · Feb 2011
This Morning
Daniel James Feb 2011
My mate Marmite
Woke up in bread with a girl -
I can't believe she's not butters.
1.5k · Sep 2011
Message for JP
Daniel James Sep 2011
Poetry un-messes messes
Poetry de-stresses stresses
Rhyme and reason suggestes guesses
But words' meanings' mean with messy message.
see "Mess." for the message that started this mess.
Daniel James Sep 2011
Urban lives, controlled by traffic lights
Queues form round corners
According to imaginary lines
There’ll be gridlock on the internet tonight
So avoid the information part of the highway
(Junctions nought to one)
If at all possible.
And now for the weather sponsored by
Hello Poetry.
1.5k · Nov 2011
The Turning
Daniel James Nov 2011
***** faced Medusa 
Turned both heart and soul to stone 
Medusa faced *****.
Daniel James Feb 2011
One day in an office somewhere,
On someone else’s time,
Someone had an idea -
They were looking for ways to make up money
Out of thin air.
Now this someone somewhere was a man
For want of a better name, let’s call him Dan
Dan’s idea was simple, it was this:
Let’s start making make-up aimed at kids!
Not kids like students, or as in school kids,
But real kids, you know, of 9,8,7, even 6!
Infants, toddlers, babies, that’s the biz!
We’ll be the market leader in make-up bibs!
Tell them they get purple potts when telling fibs
But try our concealer - Mum won't even notice!
We’ll get some newborn WAG to celebendorse it
And call it something aspirational like, Babywish
In fact, before 12 months they’re really not all that clever
So how about “With Babywish u2 can live 4ever!”
1.4k · Feb 2011
Prisoner Of Words
Daniel James Feb 2011
Writing through the daily wall
A blank page of A4, a biro scrawl
It’s a bit like playing arkanoid
Bouncing ***** and breaking bricks
Rotate, rotate – and that’s Tetris!

Perhaps there’s something on the other side -
Another level, a higher level, a new frontier.
But sometimes I wonder.
And when I do I’m like
Someone suffering dementia
Locked in an instituion
He cannot think outside of
Alone in the courtyard
Talking to soundbites from the past
Unaware of his own
Uniform.
1.4k · Mar 2016
In Confidence
Daniel James Mar 2016
Don't tell, but -
I missed my flight and...
And thought of you today.
That time when
You were working – a TV job...?
The details fade.

I was in the taxi
On my way
When suddenly the truth sank in –
I was not going to make it.

I almost called you
But I stopped myself -
You’d be at work,
I’d have to leave a message,
You’d call me back...

And the morale of the story
Would be - I am an idiot.
That’s all. An idiot.

I’m sorry and I feel stupid
And I want to call you now.

Now that I have
Something to confide
And no one to confide it in.
1.4k · Feb 2011
How Old?
Daniel James Feb 2011
"How old are you?" I ask.
"Guess!" she says and giggles.

Old enough to have a favourite brand of cider
And write poems about breaking up.
Old enough to say, "I don't do boys",
And hold Zoe's hair while Zoe's throwing up.
Old enough to wear a tu-tu in a half ironic way
And not rise to the bait, whatever chavie-di and chavie-dum might say.

We're dancing down the high street
Up the sunsplashed canal
Underneath the pirate bridge
It's like another town;
Camden's wearing make-up
Like a goth come out in Spring
The teens are taking over
And they're forcing us to sing
Bring yourself, bring a smile
Bring bring what you can bring
The teen's are taking over
And they're forcing us to sing.

"How old are you?" I ask.
Flirteen she says, and giggles.
1.4k · Feb 2011
Face It
Daniel James Feb 2011
Adults wear make up and try to hide it
Or at least they want people to see
Their best side, and think it’s really them.
Kids, on the other hand, or teens
Are not meant to wear make up
So that means they wear it...

Loud and proud!
Bright red lips!
A mascara sandwich -
With blue eye shadow sauce.
I’m stuffing my face with quick fit zit fix
Foundation, blemish remover
And a dab of blush.

See, I get a rush
When I see myself in mirrors
And don’t recognize myself for half a second
Think, ooh who’s that?
The teachers hate it
But it’s my face -
And face it - it’s my right
If I wanna change it.
1.4k · Dec 2011
Here comes the Sprung
Daniel James Dec 2011
Here comes the sprung
Like a golden moon
A moment too late
Waves of meaning broke
Like a wheel's turned
A lesson spent
The rules were sand
Time stopped for no one
Like a golden sun
A moment too soon
Waves of meaning break
Like a wheel's spoke
A lesson learned
The rules were bent
Time stopped.
           And then returned.
I'm trying to create a new type of rhyme here, which I'm calling Sprung Rhyme - hence the title. The idea is to create a strong expectation of a rhyme, which doesn't come, so the reader should hear the obvious rhyme, which is unsaid, freeing the writer to write something that doesn't rhyme but feels like it does. I'm not sure about the best format for it. Whether it should be every line, or every other line for example. Please comment and let me know whether it worked in part or not at all. And I'd like to read any attempts anyone makes to do a similar thing. Thanks.
1.4k · Feb 2011
Ms. Love & Mr. Understanding
Daniel James Feb 2011
Ms. Love & Mr. Understanding -
They go together like
The mists of love & misunderstandings.

Ms. Love was 15, Ms. Love woke up
Now Ms. Love is 25 with no one to love
Except memories of yesterday, once upon a far away
She met a boy - same old story - now he's gone and now he's all she
Wants – but they both have moved on
Yeah they both have moved on…
Or haven't they?

Dan understanding understated undemanding
Underwhelmed to find his hand in hand in hand with Beatrice Blanding
She's a nice girl in the right world and though she may not be the right girl
She loves him dearly
And he loves her… nearly
But is it nearly enough?

Looking for love behind all the wrong doors
Like you came into the bedroom and forgot what you came for -
Is it something different, is it more of the same?
Was it someone else, or is it me again?

Dan understanding gives Ms. Love a call
He says I've missed too much of your life already I can't miss it all
Oh, what say you wanna play? I'm on a train I'm round your way
I'm up to here with being brave, I want to see what life could have been
Do you know what I mean?
Do you mind if I lean in and…
Kiss you?

Looking for love behind all the wrong doors
Like you came into the bedroom and forgot what you came for
Is it something different, is it more of the same?
Was it someone else, or is it me again?

Ms. Love & Mr. Understanding -
They still go together like
The mists of love & misunderstandings.
1.4k · Feb 2011
Making History
Daniel James Feb 2011
Through the day's clutter
In idle moments
To distract myself
From the great grey elephant
Who is no longer in the room
I notice myself
Experiencing a new pleasure -

"Russia - a short history."
A book of black on white on red
Something reassuring about
The prison bars of text
Keeping time at bay.

At school I couldn't much relate
To history. Why would you bother?
To unravel distant mysteries of
One done thing after another...

But wars that once took place
A hundred lifetimes back or more
For every step I take away
Are closer than before.

History was one of Grandad's things
But now, the opposite is true
And much as I ignored it
It seems it's coming for me too:

Now I've a habit of my own
That comforts me in bed
I used to read the paper
Now it's history books instead
And perhaps I'm closer to him now
I'd chuckle if he said -  
*History's a place where no one dies
For they're all already dead.
1.4k · Mar 2011
The Sorry Forest
Daniel James Mar 2011
Silence is the sound
Of a tree falling down
In the forest.

He's very often sorry
But he doesn't say it.


Silence is the sound
Of the sun beating down
In the forest.

He's very often sorry
But he doesn't say it.
It's like he kind of prays it
But nobody else can hear it,
Still less likely believe it.


Silence is the sound
Of the rain coming down
In the forest.

*He's very often sorry
But he doesn't say it.
It's like he kind of prays it
But nobody else can hear it,
Still less likely believe it.
And though he doesn't say it
He's very often sorry.
1.3k · Feb 2011
Leaving Eden
Daniel James Feb 2011
The phone rings
I can't tell which
Pocket is on fire.

I take it out
Already answered
Something is dangling

It is my father's tears
Whose common theme
Is death of fathers.

"Is it Basil?" I ask.
"It is."
2.12pm 12 May 2009
1.3k · Oct 2011
Reflections
Daniel James Oct 2011
When did you become
Part of the mess I left
Around our room
With your bed
And the portrait mirror
Hung a foot too low?
1.3k · Oct 2011
Would you rather be...
Daniel James Oct 2011
Drunk as a fish
In a bowl
With
No
air?

Bald as a cat
who has
fur but
No
hair?
No seriously i'm doing a survey for my little brother whose at school an he needs to no for his homework or something. i don't care anyway, but but can you just pls comment and tell me. Please cos i need to know. not for me tho, for my brother. otherwise hes gonna tell mum about the chicken baster, so please. thank you in adavnce. just one word - cat or fish. but pls everyone who reads this, just do it, please just, 'cat' or 'fish' and thas cool, thnks.
1.3k · Feb 2011
Last Night
Daniel James Feb 2011
Last night we talked instead
And words weaved their way
Like threads around each other
Into rope, at length
The hope and anchor
Between a future and the pasts
We did not share till now.
Moved together with the swell
Of gentle laughter
Cast out and overboard in faith
That a lifebelt given was a moment saved
From drowning.
Inadequately,
I thanked you for the chat
You disappeared down the hatch
And got a bout of earache
Shortly after that.

We head for home tomorrow.
1.3k · Oct 2011
First Love
Daniel James Oct 2011
Like some old-fashioned
Miracle that still goes on -
You were my first love.
1.3k · Feb 2011
Thought a thought
Daniel James Feb 2011
Life's the longest distance between two points:
Doggy-paddling through the present backwards
Understanding words already spoken
Right hand on the wheel, torso twisted
(As in standard reversal procedure),
Looking out the back, advancing slowly,
Careering backwards down the motorway:
We see ourselves in car windscreens becoming
Reflections of ourselves in passers-by.
Decode the numberplates, look out the sides
For chaos, chance and consciousness to coincide
And tell us that we haven't missed our turn,
Forever facing where we can't return.
1.3k · Jun 2016
Her Headphones
Daniel James Jun 2016
Her headphones,
A relic of the analogue age,
Create her mini world around her
As she
Autistically repeats the same phrase
Five hundred times on the piano's
Aching keys.

It didn't save last night.
Logic. Look it's gone.
Such a lot of stuff.
What was the point of all that then?
Are you sure you don't know how?

And the trains rumble past,
And the Shard keeps reaching up,
And the clouds keep keeping out
The sun from peeking through
From time to time -

And summer will PASS. US.  BY.
Quicker than the last time.
And we will wonder
With less surprise than last time.
1.3k · Feb 2011
Once
Daniel James Feb 2011
We fell in love too young
And when we woke up it was gone
Not the love, but the youth,
Not the falling, but the truth.

We fell in love too fast
And no one got to finish last
Right buttons, wrong order -
It ended with a start.

We fell in love too freely
In the flicker of touchy feelies
The End - staring out the ceiling
For the slightest crack of meaning.

We fell in with the wrong crowd
Of love and lust and luck
Till nothing else was true
Except we couldn’t give a ****.

We all fell out in the end
Lovers, family and friends
Until nothing else was true
Except I fell in love once too.
1.3k · Oct 2011
Like Love
Daniel James Oct 2011
I can feel a warmth
Around your belly
Meaning mineness.
1.3k · Feb 2011
Love is
Daniel James Feb 2011
Just
A sense we have
For the future that is in us
Strange and Familiar
Like the break of day.
1.2k · Jul 2011
Outside the Box
Daniel James Jul 2011
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1.2k · Oct 2011
Next Time
Daniel James Oct 2011
I told myself
it'd be all right
I'd pay it back
before you even noticed
it was gone
but I should have
known myself
better
I hate myself
My life's a mess
I'm overdrawn on friends
and can't dig myself out
of this hole called debt...

You gave me
all the tools I needed
To be free
And all I had to do was work
Honestly
But I didn't /And I will

Next time.
1.2k · Mar 2011
The Boy Who...
Daniel James Mar 2011
turned into paper
never slept
thought he was a horse
fell in love with the mirror
couldn't be happy
hated everyone
just wanted chocolate
lost his way
forgot how to laugh
could stop time
couldn't understand metaphors
promised too much
hated to let people down
came home in the end
1.2k · Sep 2011
Blue
Daniel James Sep 2011
She painted my toe nails blue,
And said that they were magic now,
As long as the varnish stayed true,
Our love would be as blue and bright and never-ending
As when the sky stared at the sea
And forgot to blink.
1.2k · Mar 2011
Freedom
Daniel James Mar 2011
My love I need my freedom
And it is yours to give -
Ay - there is the rub
And the short of it.
1.2k · Sep 2011
Yes
Daniel James Sep 2011
Yes
the breath
that butterflied
into a word phrase
that changed my life

give up being right

the stress
that lifted from
my shoulders of
the known world
and leapt for pleasure and delight!

give up being right
give up being right

like child
that woke
from sleep to
find that school
was just a dream
and it was not too late
never too late to

give up being right
give up being right
give up being right all the time
1.2k · Mar 2011
Setting
Daniel James Mar 2011
Like star-crossed lovers
We did our dance with death
And no one else will ever know
Exactly what was said.

Tomorrow, in shame, I fear
The sun won't show its head.
1.1k · Feb 2011
Young
Daniel James Feb 2011
I wish I could be a monkey cub
And climb on any breast I loved
Hug any neck, tug any dress
Like a child who hasn’t yet
Learnt how not to love.
1.1k · Jul 2016
Popularity Contest
Daniel James Jul 2016
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1.1k · Sep 2011
Walk Home
Daniel James Sep 2011
And I am left with nothing
but empty streets
to guide me home
from your world
to mine

It starts to drizzle and I wonder
if the same cloud
hangs over you

These lights
street lights
illuminating nothing
but a hope for something greater
to swallow us both whole

Because there is
something comforting
in having two homes
something comforting
in surrendering control
to a shallow greater purpose
a god I can relate to
somewhere
other than here
to store up my self
1.1k · Mar 2017
Snowsleep
Daniel James Mar 2017
When sleep comes
Just like the snow
And settles like a blanket
On your toes

And covers both the day and night
In flakes of thought
And sheets of white -

Hold tight –
Don’t be afraid
Breathe in and take
A moment of the dreams you’ve made
For your tomorrow…


Walk among the wonders
Through the powder,
Melting tracks
Into the silence of the night –

And know –
This sleep will come and go…
Just like the snow.
1.0k · Mar 2011
Winter Moves
Daniel James Mar 2011
The salty skin of popcorn
To warm November's coals
Let's go to the movies.
(November is the most common month for relationship break-ups, possibly because people are feeling the stress of Christmas and family events approaching. Try going to the movies more often in November!)
1.0k · Feb 2011
To Do
Daniel James Feb 2011
It's time to make it happen
Find the words
Throw the cards
Up in the air
Realise
You only get one life
And care.
I am alone
It is just me
These words are mine
No one will see
My heart will beat
Until it stops
I carry on
Because I'm lost
1.0k · Feb 2011
Old Flame
Daniel James Feb 2011
I found your number in the yachting pages
Listed under ‘x’. It took me ages.
Bet you thought that ship had sailed.
1.0k · Feb 2011
Looking for love
Daniel James Feb 2011
Two strangers lie skyward
And wonder if their stars are crossed.
He’s gentle and she is soft;
They nudge and shuffle closer
Until they’re equally as lost –
Arm hairs touch,
A sudden rush
From depths of stomach
To somewhere up above.
If we were children,
We would call this love.
Daniel James Mar 2011
My voice?
My inner voice?
Sometimes it is me.
But sometimes, we disagree
And then we split in three.
I guess I am the one
That takes the middle way.
1.0k · Mar 2011
Tower Love
Daniel James Mar 2011
The Crystal Palace tower
is solid grey and home to none
its flashing heart beats for safety only.

I felt love today
a fleeting feeling passed through me
like radiation, but in knowing it,
it passed away...
981 · Feb 2011
Knowing
Daniel James Feb 2011
Two wires, living in a bag too long
Our lives got crossed and tangled
The days came out all wrong.

Tied ourselves in knots
Over the simplest things
Never forgave before we forgot
Anything.

It's like we knew all the words and we still didn't sing.
It's like we knew all the words and we still didn't sing.
929 · Dec 2016
Nowhere
Daniel James Dec 2016
She bought wine glasses especially –
Smoked salmon and prosecci -
We woke late and clung inside the covers
To the moment like long lost lovers
With nothing but the need for oxygen.
Then we watched films till late at night
Fell dreaming in each other’s eyes
And took that glorious day turned night
To be together nowhere.
Nowhere else at all.
808 · Oct 2016
Trumpist
Daniel James Oct 2016
I moved on her
I failed
I did try and **** her

That’s huge news there

I moved on her very heavily
I took her out furniture shopping
She wanted to get some furniture
I said I’ll show you where to get some nice furniture

I moved on her like a *****
I couldn’t get there
And she was married
And all of a sudden she’s got these big phoney ****
She’s totally changed her look

Woah – woah
Yeah the Donald has scored

I’m gonna use some tic tacs in case I start kissing her
Im automatically attracted
And when you’re a star they let you do it
You can do anything
Grab’em by the *****

Hello how are you?
You know Billy Bush?

We’re ready -
Make me a soap star

Melania said this was ok

Come on Billy don’t be shy
Get over here Billy

It’s hard to walk next to a guy like Donald.
(c) Donald Trump
711 · Sep 2020
My phone won't let me down
Daniel James Sep 2020
I woke up in a huff.

Things I should have done already,
Came back in a flood.
Too many things,
Everywhere I looked,
I closed my eyes.

She scratched my back a bit.

"That's nice." I lied.

I wait for everything to pass.
Just stop, don't think.

"How are you feeling?"

Don't ask that.
There's something vicious in my mind,
Always on the attack.

"Wanna talk about it?"

No. Or else I would.
And now I'm thinking about it.

I let it go. Slightly tense.
But unanswered questions
Don't quite disappear.
They build up.
Every intervention is
Another pebble in the pond,
Another splash,
Another ripple.

Time to settle.
Take a breath.
Roll over.

Everything's all right.
It's fine. It's going nowhere.
One step at a time.

I could
Slide up to unlock
Perhaps I've gone viral in my sleep.

I haven't, but that was hope -
I think - just a glimpse -
Somewhere in between the homescreen
And the last
Past the apps I didn't choose,
And the one I did but never use,
To the ones that I don't want,
But am addicted to.

"Coffee?" She asks,
Taking a white towel
From the hook
On the back of the door.
That's nice, I think,
She doesn't drink coffee.
I make a sound that means
Something either way.

"Escape!" is what I want to say.
Run. Before I scar you with my grey,
Grey thoughts.

I count the steps as
She goes down the stairs.

Alone again, at last. I breathe.

My phone won't let me down.
701 · Jun 2016
esc.
Daniel James Jun 2016
Today I killed another of my lovers,
And drove to nowhere in particular
To taste the taste of air
When I am free.

I do it every few years -
It takes an hour or two until
I'm lost among the hills,
Then peace finds me...
612 · Aug 2019
We are
Daniel James Aug 2019
a little bit lost again
in between
narrating selves
searching
or just being
waving
or
drowning
from the
middle
of the sea
Nothing
but everything
At once.
373 · Oct 2019
UK PLC
Daniel James Oct 2019
First they broke up the unions, and I did not speak out,
Because I was only one.

Then they sold off the British – BT, BP, BA – and I did not speak out
Because I was only ten and - Thundercats.

Then they came for the coal, the power, the rail. We did speak out –
We held on to the post office and voted in New Labour.

Then we watched them PFI the underground, the NHS and schools
And we did not speak out, because we thought they were us.

So on they went and PFI’d Iraq. We did speak out,
But they were far away.
And that was not enough.

So then they PFI’d the **** out of everything moved-
Threw in some car parks here and there,
Some targets, some consolidations -
But we weren’t concentrating on that because -
We weren't the baddies, were we?

Then they came for prisons, and the police
Detention Centres, state school discipline
They even offered China our 5G

And then they asked the people how they felt
And used that - to make them feel something else
And then they asked those same people what to do
Offering a simple lie for complex truth.

And then a man with a pint
Formed a PLC
And stood for election
And refused to make promises

It turns out
a necessary component of a lie
is shame.
Who knew?

Before the 2020 tax rules
Or something
We got bored
And people voted
Not to have another vote
Ever again

And I wasn't even sure
At which point it was
That they came for me.

But at some point.
They'd already come.
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