Rebel With No Reason- a poem for that special someone, who needs a lesson in life taught 

I’m a rebel with no reason I do it just for kicks

If my main goal is to be happy, then others are gonna be pissed

If my ideals arouse anger than I’m doing my job right

I’m a teenager not an adult, I need time to do it right 

Make my mistakes and memories too

But some memories are bad and for that you’ll pay too.
I see you in the corner, with your friends at a table

Clucking like chickens with your heads cut off 

emotionally unstable -and too much oxygen being exhaled at one table.

Spreading lies like your thighs another day for you gone by

Is this your main prerogative- to rebel without reason ? 

Or to get with other Guys, That change with the seasons.?
I’m a rebel with no reason but I’m getting out of touch 

Ill put you in your place, and for that I don’t need to get buff

You will use your entire vocabulary in a sentence – and what it’s worth, you only know three ~ 

If only you kept your mouth shut, then you wouldn’t have to mess with me.
As you see rebels, are rebels. Not bound by the rules, but unfortunately for you, you need to get schooled.
If I didn’t teach this lesson, would you keep on running up your mouth ?
But I’m a rebel -for once with a reason- 

And for that, I’ll knock your pearly white teeth out 

-(c) Danielle Parrish 2016​

A.N  (Dedicated to a special someone who, unfortunately never learnt to breath through her nose ~not sure if sarcasm~  but alas I digress 🤐😭😱😚)


Pokemon – poetry (commissioned)

Animals roam the wild in droves

Endless species to an endless demand

For these trainers to have all hand in hand

They battle for sport but in the end it’s all just greed

As the winner gets a badge and the looser gets creamed

Catching them all is a timeless test, for humanity to control all and to stuff them in chests.
But I digress, isn’t it the best ? Generations working together regardless of gender, race or status ?

For all to be together for another timeless test,


-(c) Danielle Parrish

Poetry – Americas decline into an apocalyptic time (Commissioned)

I digress the state of Americas congress,

Slipping into the clutches of anarchy  

The people all failed by a system of endless greed, called the economy 

Presidents are puppets, parading in Armani suits

Spreading lies of comfort and hope for the youth

But just beyond your eyes 

Let me strip you of your lies 

The apocalyptic place called America was a forefront  to the world

To act as if  you could help others, but you can’t even help yourselves 

The tip tap of the clock chimes, America your time is up ……..

I don’t think you need to be told twice.

– (c) Danielle Parrish  

Poetry- pajamas (Commissioned)  

Striped blue and slightly crass

As I sit and ponder how I managed to fit this over my slightly large ass

It’s curves of fabric pulled taupe, as I am tall – but sadly not short 

It’s size is a number, a label  just for me 

A number to measure my endles misery 

Finding the right pajamas for when i rest 

Seems to be like an endless test 

I rest my head  upon the pillow on my bed 

My hope for comfort, all But fills me with dread

I close my eyes and wonder, if my size is really just a number 

And if it is.

Than is the uncomfort of my body shape- cut out for the fabric of society ?

– (c) Danielle parrish 2016

A changed mind, for the same world – poem

We conspire against the odds

our brains re-wired 

we are the problem kids

the retards, and the lazy ones, the misfits

Where it is our problem that teachers

look over their perfect class 

to find less than included children at the back of educations ass

We are the dyslexics, and the kids with ADHD

And all the other issues that aren’t addressed

that is; WE.

But if you find beneath our perceived looks

are the geniuses, the minds that will carry the world  with the books and ideas that we ponder.

The ones you wish you could be when you are older.

But our road is filled with potholes of missing understanding or fear

that being not normal is something that schools don’t want near.

So rise up, shout, speak up against your foes – to all who wish to place you with labels

You are the new beginning,  so create what you know you can 

you are not retards  – but people misplaced in a messed up world.

  • Danielle Parrish (c)  

(A.N – I wrote this because I am one of the people who are enabled in a different way –  I have dyslexia and dyscalculia – so i know well the struggle of education for a changed mind)


Falling down the shadows – Poem

Stars fall around by my feet

the night sky whispers to me

ever in a trance- moving like waves in the sea

is there someone that can help me?

True are the words that others preach

lost, dazed, and hard to reach

but my mind is caving in – into my body

into my heart, it sinks like a ship lost at sea

it’s captain far from reach.

I’m falling down the shadows – into an endless void.

not a voice can be heard,

not a movement made change change my direction.

I’m falling into the shadows,

and the shadows are falling into me. 

  • Danielle Parrish (c)

My Favorite Angel themed dragons

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(credit: x )  I own nothing, but I can enjoy everything 🙂



Blinding light 

throughout the sky

like angels they fly

golden wings and silver bodies

ethereal yet dangerous

one wrong step and you are dust

these dragons of the light, like stars supernovas – they explode

one life for another 

a true sacrifice of the heart

angels, protectors, guardians, of my heart.

  • Danielle Parrish (c)


The End Of Time – Poetry

(this poem can be read both up and down, to get a different perspective on the poem – try it yourself 🙂 – Danielle Parrish (c)

12- This is my end, but my beginning starts tonight.

11- But I just can’t set things right.

10- Ten times i’ve tried to saves other lives.

9- Nine times i’ve tried so save mine.

8- This can’t change a future.

7- To prevent my past.

6- But time is ever present.

5- To those who always come last.

4- Could this be a beginning ?

3- or is this just the end?

2- A creative mind clamours.

1- Will I ever be free again?



Me- poetry


What do I feel? Is it pain?

What is knowledge, Is it useful to my brain?

and what is experience, do i need it to survive?


Where is God amongst this animosity?

wA tearful bliss

a heart felt sympathy


A plea-full  cry splits through my brain

When will my life be the same again.

Little brother don’t you see

Chaos, evil, the darkness in me


Little brother don’t you hear?

the voices, they will kill me I swear.


Stop the voices I shriek with a sigh

they will never end, until I end myself.

  • Danielle Parrish

The Five- Poetry

The Five:

–  By Danielle Parrish

There are five of us

We run between towns

Hide in the shadows

Become the unseen forces

We govern the city

We keep its peace

We tie the world together

Just to make ends meet

You don’t notice the disturbances

As you walk amongst our surfaces

Making your mark as you walk your path

The five of us wonder, if ever we will be discovered

When we are in plain sight

Although you start to wonder

Who are these five, these numbers?






The five that the world relies on

The laws we set and abide from

We are the five, the numbers

Don’t forget us, human

Souls always forget the five.