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Dani Mac

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About Me

I am an over thinker, a terrible speller, a good lover and a fun person to be around if I have a drink in my hand, mostly i'm moody and whinny, I can be funny if the mood strikes, I live for music, movies and words and the Lword, I love my friends and family and I miss I the ones i lost, I miss the ones I have, I can't stop changing what defines me, and thats uncomfortable for most, but i find it most comfortable of all http://michiganweddings.tripod.com/

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A REason For Gay Marriage (Poem)

A Written CommitmentBecause I am femaleI need to hear those wordsAnd sign that paper that means she belongs to me And feels the sameA binding love that's strong as paper. Because I am hearing heartbea...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 22:45:00 GMT

Old poem for my mom

Whos Story?By Danielle McIntyre Mama had a babyLooked and laughed and smelled like herPushed head first into lifeSpeaking volumes of pressure and poverty and inherited humorFound in frozen beardsAnd ...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 22:42:00 GMT

Miss-Hap at Mcdonalds (careful of clowns)

Where do we begin?  the other day I had some errands to run, and it was time for second lunch.  No I am kidding, it was first lunch but it was late in the afternoon.  I decided to hit u...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Aug 2008 01:40:00 GMT

From the All American Fuck up

Doped By me AS I sank into the carpet The world exhaled and I felt the breeze from a flys wings And I thought Beautiful   Resting in pieces, skin and soul But Im too deep to see Hitting ...
Posted by on Sat, 03 May 2008 07:50:00 GMT

mad house

I wrote this poem while driving home from a meeting, if you were to read the unedited version you would propably have me commited or start looking for someone to have me commited.  I was listenin...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 19:37:00 GMT

A Writers Work

By Danielle McIntyre I work so I can liveI write so I can live. I watch the lives of people The lives of people who are rich who hate their $1500 handbags and the lives of the poor Who hate the rich...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 00:58:00 GMT

They Lived There for Her

They Lived There, For her   She leaned her shoulder on the cage Whispering peaceful lyrics To a beast of wild That called back with Earth moving wind The girl felt as if the bars hindered a righ...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Jul 2006 10:35:00 GMT