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Oct 2016 · 392
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Danny Mak Oct 2016
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It was dark the sky was green.
she was in a black hood and dark jeans, armed. ready.
One with the night, she flowed thru the streets,
and tree branches easily.

A dark face of only shadows - her mission was justice.

It was dark the sky was green
there was fog
putrid smells
subtle wind singing songs
Nature at war with concrete
mumbo jumbo
alien human cancer creatures
what a mess they have created,

A dark face of only shadows her mission was justice
as she came upon a red bricked home
ranch style, long, open yards
bushes and trees
singing
the wind was singing
she was there.

the roof was still made of shingles.

Armed and ready she approached the door
realizing at this point anything was possible
but she had chosen justice
and revenge
as her only possibilities
as the boot  hit
the door, falling

and the revenge had no choice
but to begin.
© Danny Mak 2016
Mar 2016 · 374
Untitled
Danny Mak Mar 2016
The cool wind was a delightful touch.
Gentle, upon my face.

I walk when I am lost.
Ultimately, I just want to find a way
somewhere, surprising.

Every time,
I come home temporarily soothed,
and collected.
Observably more inspired.

Yet I am still lost.
Now more than ever
lacking a purpose.

Tomorrow, I may walk even longer.
© Danny Mak 2016
Mar 2016 · 337
fun
Danny Mak Mar 2016
fun
Life is meant to be appreciated
honored.
Celebrated.

We are told to express gratitude.
To be polite.
Optimistic.

yet we are expected to live
to work.

and work
to live
for decades
upon decades

until we die

with nothing

but scars from working
and not even really that much money.
materials that mean nothing.

and younger versions of us
that were trained
to live and die the same.

how can anyone really be optimistic?
Unless they are of Noble descent.

but that
is an entirely different story.
© Danny Mak 2016
Mar 2016 · 313
{Broken}
Danny Mak Mar 2016
Broken moments
are ideal times
to write poetry.

When the heart bleeds
And all one can do
is organize the carnage
in such a way that may fascinate
another broken soul
harboring similar frustrations.
© Danny Mak 2016
Jun 2015 · 510
Worker Bee
Danny Mak Jun 2015
He works
Every day.
I see him there
Every time.

He tells me
That he has no life,
And I pity him.

Every single day,
Those stupid plad shirts,
Smoking a cigarette if it's not too busy.

Every day,
I see him
and he tells me to never lose my youth,
Because he lost it.

He says to go on adventures in his honor,
So I do.
© Danny Mak 2015
Jun 2015 · 357
A Blink
Danny Mak Jun 2015
I blinked,
And it was all over.

The Simple times
Have burnt to ash
And all that remains
Are questions
That will never be answered.
© Danny Mak 2015
Jun 2015 · 436
Dust
Danny Mak Jun 2015
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Come home, dusted.
Trusting to find love and seduction
under an ocean current of ****** eruption.

I found a blood brother
breaking the walls
deep inside my own home,
And I watched as he ****** her.

My soul conducted spontaneous combustion
And fire blazed
as I beat the naked former best buddy
Into a ****** puddle of something disgusting.

She cried lies of broken love,
"I'm sorry for it all."

I turned and set my eyes upon her naked milk skin
for the final time,
seeing only insects and serpents
slithering thru her highway veins
and demented soul.

I died that night,
© Danny Mak 2015
Jun 2015 · 241
Untitled
Danny Mak Jun 2015
I am trying to escape this broken circle.
Help me
© Danny Mak 2015
Jun 2015 · 460
You can not
Danny Mak Jun 2015
I woke in a confused state
beyond fixing or controlling.
The lazer beams were still fresh off the clock
But the monkeys had full possession.

Clearly, logistics were backwards
And complete world ******* would have to wait
Till tomorrow
or the next day.

I put on my trousers and got right to work
On trying to figure out a way
For every child to eat
Golden sugar puffs in complete unison
for only then could i qualify
for a nobel peace prize.

I said **** the midgets and spiraled into a complete
mental breakdown
for the walls began to scream ****** ******
and the china men were officially on time
and wearing their fanciest suites.

Clearly, I was outnumbered.

So I devised a new plan, on the go
in order to navigate thru the city traffic.
Push came to shove, and eventually
I found myself in a maze filled with clones
of a specific woman named Marlae.

Her face was ugly and full of zits
but none the less
I made love to her left hand
until the sun came up
giving me permission to finally
enter the inside
of her body.

Spinning thru the details
I decided to take a shower
because the conference was in
76 hours and I only had 15 minutes
to get to the conference.

65 days later, I found the keys
to my under appreciated heart,
giving me the mental strength to sleep again

Until next time.
Try Acid.

© Danny Mak 2015
Jun 2015 · 394
Outbursts
Danny Mak Jun 2015
I am truly a maniac
with disgusting desires
formulating in my brain.

I try to hide it
everywhere i go
but everybody knows
I am truly a maniac.
© Danny Mak 2015
Jun 2015 · 303
Untitled
Danny Mak Jun 2015
The most ludicrous of all behaviors
is that which the man
wakes up every day
at the same hour.

And falls into slumber ever night
at the same hour.

And dies playing a role
he could never abandon.
© Danny Mak 2015
Jun 2015 · 580
Brussel Sprouts
Danny Mak Jun 2015
Hello
It's me again.
I've come to **** you
In your dreams.
© Danny Mak 2015
Jun 2015 · 261
{Winter} {Summer}
Danny Mak Jun 2015
the winter season
always takes a piece away
from the soul of man


*The summer season
never tells of the darkness
soon to come again
© Danny Mak 2015
Jun 2015 · 249
10w
Danny Mak Jun 2015
10w
Sad girl,

love your soul.

Frown *not

for those *fools
.
For Puff

© Danny Mak 2015
Jun 2015 · 647
perplexed.
Danny Mak Jun 2015
for I do not know if I should
write in notebooks or on this laptop
that hurts my eyes.

When I hold a pen, and press it to a piece of paper
inside a notebook, I feel alive.
It feels organic.
And the universe notices the concentration
of pure energy.
Nature.

However,
my consciousness flows at tops speeds
all the time.
(literally)
And writing on my laptop
aids the flow.

At what price?
my soul, possibly.
for, its not organic, the process.

It is false.

I look around my residence and see a TV
a Laptop
a Smartphone
and I weep.

Nature is dead.
I am confused.

Poems scattered in various notebooks.
Meltdowns ending with it all
crumpled and in the garbage.
followed by regret
for I just murdered my own children
and threw them in a container
with spoiled cat food,
***** napkins,
empty beer bottles,
and scraps from breakfast (Salsito turkey sandwich)

Nothing makes sense
and nothing I write matters
to anyone

Indeed, I know,
I am simply a poet,
and I crave suffering.

This new millennium genocide
is perfect for a guy like me
who wants to fade away
slowly
and *in pain.
This new world is hard for me to handle.

© Danny Mak 2015
Jun 2015 · 605
Untitled
Danny Mak Jun 2015
I am broken
I am a box of legos
I am an ocean
Of tears

They lead to a river
Filled with life

Because terror and destruction
Leads to rebirth
Beauty rises
Like a phoenix
© Danny Mak 2015
Jun 2015 · 477
The Mind
Danny Mak Jun 2015
The mind of a poet is

narcissistic
Deranged
Loud
Intelligent
Embarrassed
Scared­.
Scarred
Faithful
loving
Inquisitive

And filled with regret.
© Danny Mak 2015
Jun 2015 · 713
Take a Breath
Danny Mak Jun 2015
We are all dying.

You are no special case.
© Danny Mak 2015
Danny Mak May 2015
It's all ego.

It's all *******.

**** humans.
© Danny Mak 2015
May 2015 · 317
Sleeping Beauty
Danny Mak May 2015
Flying in her dreams.

The people are ants
The people are peasants.

They seem pleasant.

The pleasantries have been arranged.


She found solace in her mentally constructed sanctuary.
Until it collapsed.
© Danny Mak 2015
Apr 2015 · 432
Untitled
Danny Mak Apr 2015
Take a moment.
Speak nonsense to wise beings of intergalactic metaphysics.

Broken tides.
Lonely and hopeless.

Starving.
Mar 2015 · 389
The rich
Danny Mak Mar 2015
The rich get richer, while the poor

die.

The rich get richer, while the poor

die.

Who am I?

... Not even that smart of a guy.

I can't even rhyme.

But I try.

It's all a lie.

But I know one thing,

The rich get richer, while the poor

die.
© Danny Mak 2015
Mar 2015 · 219
Untitled
Danny Mak Mar 2015
Have you ever met an angel?

She doesn't have wings,
but she can save us all.
© Danny Mak 2015
Danny Mak Mar 2015
I will not blame others. Being a man means embracing responsibility. I will manage my anger properly. I will not bottle it, nor use it as an excuse to lash out. I will release my guilt, jealousy, and sorrows. I will not feel sorry for myself under any circumstance. I will think twice, and navigate business like a mastermind. I am not a victim - I am infinite! I can do anything! I am not deprived, and I am in fact thankful for all of my blessings. I am thankful for my family, as well as my friends. I am not afraid of failure. Failure is inspiration. I am never alone, because I have Emily, God, and myself at all times. I love myself, and appreciate my strength. Thank you, self. You are very strong. Thank you, God, and thank you, Emily, my Guardian Angel and sister. I deserve the success I strive for, and am indeed worthy. I am motivated! I am secure with who I am, and am in no hurry. I have the patience to know that this journey is lifelong. I will love and appreciate everyone and everything, for judgement is not my responsibility. I have everything I need, but my ambition will allow me to earn more. I deserve it. I can go anywhere, and do anything, as long as my heart is behind it! The darkness will not prevail. I choose the light. I choose honor, integrity, and respect. I release the need to be in control, and am here for the ride, to do the best I can. However, I will always protect myself, and those I love. Nothing is perfect, which is why everything is perfect. I am so thankful, and I am confident in my strength as a free man.
© Danny Mak 2015
Mar 2015 · 398
Sorry
Danny Mak Mar 2015
It took one thousand fails,
Just to taste one success.

To the top I climb like a snail,
Blood and dust upon my vest.

And rust.

Keep it moving.

Uh,

Well,

We all make mistakes.
It's what humans do best.
Don't get upset.
© Danny Mak 2015
Mar 2015 · 1.1k
The Lioness
Danny Mak Mar 2015
I saw the universe in her eyes.
© Danny Mak 2015
Mar 2015 · 319
Untitled
Danny Mak Mar 2015
Pollution is everywhere
And I'm choking.
© Danny Mak 2015
Mar 2015 · 295
Untitled
Danny Mak Mar 2015
Without love
I am rotting flesh.
© Danny Mak 2015
Feb 2015 · 739
Self-Fucking
Danny Mak Feb 2015
Give me a break
From eternal cataclysm.

I stand backwards on an average day,
Pondering the direction of heaven.

"They've taken control!!"
"They've taken control!!"
The man with the dusty beard bellowed
From the bottom of a blackened gut.

They all laughed,
But I think he's right.
© Danny Mak 2015
Danny Mak Feb 2015
...
I think its cuz a lot of guys are trained to bottle their emotions.

Lucky for me,
I'm untrained.
...
Feb 2015 · 360
For Puff
Danny Mak Feb 2015
My mind becomes elastic
When reading your soul's confessions.

Sometimes, you may think I am a passerby,
But I always check up on your genius.

I can not control my demons....
The way you can put yours into words
Induces admiration beyond comparison.

I hope one day
We can swim together
In forever's ocean
© Danny Mak 2015
Feb 2015 · 295
I promise,
Danny Mak Feb 2015
When the ice melts
We become immaculate.
© Danny Mak 2015
Dec 2014 · 322
(5w)
Danny Mak Dec 2014
Let Me See Your Death.
© Danny Mak 2014
Dec 2014 · 284
Untitled
Danny Mak Dec 2014
Take a moment to be born again.
Energy is everything there is.
© Danny Mak 2014
Dec 2014 · 417
Untitled
Danny Mak Dec 2014
Inspired by a dream,
I shattered the illusion of space-time.
The sounds of swords clashing,
I became a warrior.
© Danny Mak 2014
Nov 2014 · 230
Untitled
Danny Mak Nov 2014
Love lost.
Love found.
Speak to me,

I'm losing my sanity.
© Danny Mak 2014
Nov 2014 · 295
Don't be so afraid to die
Danny Mak Nov 2014
Until its your time.

I am immortal.
Immortalized through these words.

Write your mother a letter,
Send it to her,
Immortalize yourself.
© Danny Mak 2014
Nov 2014 · 424
3rd Eye
Danny Mak Nov 2014
There is so much that you haven’t seen.
Naturally, you laugh and call it fallacy
what a tragedy...

Another one bites the dust,
let their ego blow up
Now, thats someone I can’t trust.
what a shame.
© Danny Mak 2014
Nov 2014 · 320
Untitled
Danny Mak Nov 2014
Yeah. Yeah. We got some turbulence.

The plane might flip and we'll all die.

At least you'll stop talkin'
© Danny Mak 2014
Nov 2014 · 500
No one ever listens
Danny Mak Nov 2014
When you have a lot to say,
you're nothing.

When you speak nothing,
you are respected.

I'd rather be dead.
© Danny Mak 2014
Nov 2014 · 645
But I want to know....
Danny Mak Nov 2014
Are you really alive?
© Danny Mak 2014
Nov 2014 · 273
Untitled
Danny Mak Nov 2014
I got habits.

In a habitat.


Death by hubris.
Nov 2014 · 310
Untitled
Danny Mak Nov 2014
Tragedies unspoken.
Heroes unsung.

I speak in riddles,
Secluded from the mundane.
© Danny Mak 2014
Nov 2014 · 309
Untitled
Danny Mak Nov 2014
Mentally
Physically
Emotionally
Spiritually

Bleeding out

**Without you.
© Danny Mak 2014
Nov 2014 · 271
Take a moment.
Danny Mak Nov 2014
Breathe the air...

Are you really alive?
© Danny Mak 2014

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