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Daniel Magner Sep 2014
It feels like
kissing shadows now
not quite tangible
more ethereal
as if I've stuffed grief
in a dark corner
Death and I
we dance
he mocks my moves
I groove on
no tears for his poisons
but he has stolen the Sand Man
who no longer visits
till too late at night
my eyes dry but heavy
tossing and turning
while Death breathes
standing in the doorway
rapping his knuckles on the frame
whispering
"why can't you sleep, hm?
why can't you dream?
is it because of me?
is it because of
me?"
Daniel Magner 2014

inspired, oddly enough, by Children of Bodom....and Death...
Daniel Magner Sep 2014
clean sheets
straight-out-of-the-laundry clothes
a cool wind
sighing through the window
these are the quiet moments
of the world
that I yern to share
to gently
swirl my fingers through hair
feel bare back to my skin
trace veins in shoulders
but it always seems like
I tell myself
"When you're older Dan
when you're older..."
Daniel Magner 2014
Daniel Magner Sep 2014
my least favorite trait,
that surfaced late at night
with the speakers up
a little too high,
is when you try to tell me
what I know
"You have heard this song"
No, I haven't
you have no idea what
thing I've done in my life
or what I've heard
or seen
or felt
I find myself sour
it worries me

Daniel Magner 2014
Daniel Magner Sep 2014
I don't think people keep in mind
how many wonderous cultures
have been stomped out
and erased by Christianity
In Norway the Christians
tried to burned all the records of the
native culture.
They moved a church
from an unconfrontation position
to directly in the middle
of a native sacred circle
then put up an iron cross
defacing the spots of old gods
forcing ideas onto the unwanting
it's haunting
and scares the **** out of me
that so many people cannot see
or will not see
the evils done for someone who
hasn't ever, ever shown his face
No man can win my battles
or erase my sins for me
that's my right,
that's my fight
Jesus may have died on a cross
but I didn't ******* ask him to.
Daniel Magner 2014

My point is Christianity wasn't a choice for many people. I didn't choose to believe in it, yet my money says "in god we trust" the pledge of allegiance had me pledging myself to something I didn't want. And to think, I barely know anything of the cultures that were here before, and the things I do know are strongly stereotyped by media and even in school....

I'd also like to note that there are plenty of good, wonderful Christians and they did not choose to stomp out cultures. I guess I am mad at the past, and some of the present. I believe people of all religions or ideals can be amazing, and there is something to learn from all cultures.
Daniel Magner Sep 2014
cold
finally dark, damp
cold
eating at my bones
spearing my nerves
was I forged in
a forst draped with snow?
why does the frost
call me?
I long to be covered
suffocated with freezing hands
returned to
the hardened ground
a land covered
in ice
Daniel Magner 2014
Daniel Magner Sep 2014
Smoke too much
Eat too little
Daniel Magner Sep 2014
one of my roommates
is very similar to a mom
except he doesn't nag to help
he bags when things aren't his way
I gotta say
it annoys the **** out of me
like, he lives with two other people
it requires bending
compromising
learning
not constant complaining
or telling me how to do dishes
despite the fact that I never leave
dishes in the sink
(It's him and the other guy)
plus I worked in a restraunt
I've done a thousand dishes
and I do them better
ugh
I'm just hung over
and complaining
but ******* A
let me be
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