Daniel McDougall

Daniel McDougall Feb 2014

People.

People are background noise. You can walk past a thousand people with a thousand different stories and then they will never cross your path again. You may notice their eyes, or their hair, or the way they walk. You might not notice anything. However, every so often, in those thousands of people you pass daily, will come a single person. A beam of sunshine. A reason to smile. A gift. These people aren't expected, nor can they be found. They find you, and once they do, that's it. Every worry you had washes away. Every fear you held is gone. Every doubt you had disappears. Don't let go of these people. Ever.

*djm

Daniel McDougall Feb 2014

I lay awake.

I toss and turn at night. Not out of discomfort, nor out of sadness. I lay awake thinking of her. I think of the way her tongue sits between her teeth after we kiss. I think of how looking into her eyes is one of easiest things I've ever done. I think of how being around her brings me the same comfort one's own bed does. I think of how our bodies are entangled and traced by the other. I think of her laugh. I think of her smile. I lay awake thinking of a girl who I hope thinks of me as much as I think of her.

*djm

Daniel McDougall Dec 2013

For what?

I radiate the being I am not
And not only that, but I break and snap as I do so.
The room spins so many nights in a row, but for what?
Escaping a reality that I created.
Running from truths that I spoke.
Becoming the lie you're yet to be told.
I radiate the being I am not
And not only that, but I break and snap as I do so.

*djm

Daniel McDougall Dec 2013

3am you.

You can tell me who you are.
Well you can try.
Though that isn't who you are.
I don't want to know that.
I don't want to know 3pm you.
I want to know 3am you.
I want to know how your mind works.
I want to see it.
I want to see you.
Your secrets.
Your desires.
Your fears.
I want to see you at 3am.
When there are no walls.
Let me tear them down.
Let me in.
I love you.

*djm

Daniel McDougall Dec 2013

I promise.

Tell me your secrets
and I'll spill my soul
across that thing you call a brain.
I promise.

Tell me truths
and I'll spill my life
across that thing you call a heart.
I promise.

But tell me you love me
and I'll spill everything I am
across that thing you call you.
I promise.

*djm

There is no point crying over a spilt self.

Daniel McDougall Nov 2013

My Ocean

And if I'm mankind, then you're the ocean. It's true. I've only discovered 5% of you. Only you know what destructive creatures are swimming in the depths of yourself and I'm yet to see. Everything in me wants to know, though. I want to know your ins and outs. I want to know your every ****** expression, every mood, every twitch, every scent. I want to feel you cover my skin as I dive into the unknown. I want to understand you. And I know you don't even understand yourself, but can anyone really? Maybe we all need an outsider. Maybe we all need to be explored. Maybe we are all waiting to unlock the ninety-five missing percent.

*djm

To the girl who wishes she had a different brain, I think it's perfect.

Daniel McDougall Oct 2013

2am

And at 2am the world
looks a little different.
It is a magical time
where good plans go
bad and bad plans go
good and you can look
around you and not a single
thing will move. It is at
that exact time you feel
like you are all there is.
No other people, no
animals, not a thing.
It is you and the big world.
Such a magical feeling
can surely only be coupled
with a sense of incredible
loneliness, but if you can't
just sit with yourself at 2am
and not feel empty, then
what can you do?

*djm