• How much of the book will I post online? 100%
  • How much of the book have I posted so far? 12%
  • How much of the book is already written? 100%

Identity is a poem collection about what we tend to find in ourselves when we seek further down beneath the mortal flesh. The poems have to do with who we are, who we want to be, and the journey that will take us there.

Danny Ballan

Author

Identity Table of Contents
  • A Bullet’s Life
  • Be Gone
  • Dying at A Desk
  • The Rain Must Fall
  • Crazy Like God
  • Back Home
  • I Am the World
  • Unbreakable
  • Life in a Cubicle
  • Stumbling
  • A Bad Teacher
  • To a Stranger
  • She Lives on Top of Her Breasts
  • The Iceberg of a Man
  • Whispers from the Days Long Gone
  • Curly
  • A Winter Story
  • I Need to Hate You
  • Homeland
  • Tears and Blood
  • A Woman Exposed
  • I Wanna Outrun The World
  • A Man from Hell
  • Cradle of my Heart
  • Identity
  • The Grapes of Fall
  • Heaven or Hell
  • The Day of the Massacre
  • Reborn
  • A Casual Kiss
  • Iceberg
  • Truce
  • Time Stopped
  • Drug Dealers of Love
  • Our Civil War
  • The Elections in Lebanon
  • I Am Tired of Politics
  • An Arms Dealer
  • Today Will Always Be Today
  • To Ryan
  • Too Much for Little Superman
  • A House on Fire
  • Who Am I?
  • Frankenstein
  • Let it Go
  • My Only One Destiny
  • To Become To Be
  • Running off the Course of Time
Identity | Crazy Like God

Identity | Crazy Like God

Crazy, like God– everyone believes in me, yet everyone does not give a damn about whence I came, they all but hold a guarantee that I never leave. So sure so secure when they have me– coins in their pockets, a raging river with endless uproar a body...

Identity | The Rain Must Fall

Identity | The Rain Must Fall

So stained a heart that is of man’s— right down, the soul, cold-blooded conscience struggling for the sun to reach its intimate core, but nothing seems to run in those veins of old; no sweat or blood— all seem under control; no tears to falter now— a heart...

Identity | Dying at A Desk

Identity | Dying at A Desk

Sitting, daydreaming, flying to the endless boundaries of a silver screen— the world is all at hand waiting yet to be seen, and hearts are up and running— desire inside so keen to get by, day by day— the world is all at hand, yet what does that wide world...

Identity | Be Gone

Identity | Be Gone

You devour me with every look— eyes blazing in a desert glimpsing a fleeting mirage; no matter how my lips move you see them revolving, no matter where I sit my bottom’s the sun— you seek no other light; my legs are a crime so obvious to move left or right...

Identity | A Bullet’s Life

Identity | A Bullet’s Life

I was born yesterday in a hustle-free factory, a man was smoking carelessly on top of the gunpowder around the cases and me; fitting me inside is never an easy task yet it is never done manually anymore, nor does anyone tend to save on me— I am abundant...

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