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Danny Ballan

I am a novelist and a poet. My debut novel is “Long Way from Home.” I am planning to release my second novel “The Last Mother” later this year. I am also working on “Juno,” my new prose-poetry book along with a music album I am composing for this book. I have chased dreams of money and fame all my life, but I finally realized what I was born to be. No matter what other paths I take in life, I will live and die a writer. 

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Just Be Positive and Shut Up

Just Be Positive and Shut Up

It is very negative not to be positive the whole time. Think of good stuff and you shall have it every day of your life. You may have a family of your own, children maybe, or a girlfriend, a boyfriend, a father, a sister or a brother, or anyone you may care about. Be...

Bombardment

Bombardment

Drop another bomb for something’s wrong down there in the fog of war going on drop another bomb a child’s running scared but children are no children in this part of town they cut their cords and walk from day one young lads at two decoys at four armed and ready at...

To Become, To Be

To Become, To Be

To become, to be what else does it take but a strong will makes way to a coming hurricane who else does it take in a world full of tools among those fools but me To take a journey or whine and a drink poured dry in a bottomless glass to fill the memory with mist alas...

Frankenstein

Frankenstein

The world is full of woo– everybody knows who they want to be but nobody knows who's who; the world is full of hearts yet few are beating straight and true; the nose of Cruz the Kidman's arms, the Jolie's legs, somebody’s breast and butt and lips, someone else’s...

Running off the Course of Time

Running off the Course of Time

Running off the course of time– I dream so high, so big that flames could not burn a heart made of steel, nerves breaking to nothing, and a frown looking at the future ahead enduring all the misguided slings and broken rhymes, I hold the course anyhow, eyes ahead– I'm...

Identity

Identity

Who am I? I am the wind cutting through trees so gently, they call me a breeze– so sweet, they bow to me and I go my way, but they stay; eternal like the light of day– I blow and they sway. Who am I? I am the voice you hear in the deep– when the end seems to creep to...

Life in a Cubicle

Life in a Cubicle

She rests her head, so heavy, so wearied on her fist looking at her screen or way beyond the words she tries to translate, or should she translate the signs– That paper copy as plan B when too long have the eyes been fixed on inkless words till no longer the eyes can...

Crazy Like God

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 melting towards...

Dying at a Desk

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 mean?...

Too Much for Little Superman

Too Much for Little Superman

The world is finally united to bring the champion down— no other will can fight it or take away a crown. To put the meat and feed those little chicks appalled at a world of all they need; quenching is forever stalled. Sweating a day in and a day out on the face all...

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