Have you ever waged any kind of war and you were too angry to question why you have waged this war and against whom? Today’s poem is War Against Everybody from Chaos poetry collection by Danny Ballan.

Poets are dreamers, idiots who believe in their own worlds and can sharpen their imagination to reach unbelievable depths, but they pretty much live there on their own. Curly is a new poem by Danny from English Plus Podcast.

To all strangers who are reading or listening to this poem, I salute you. Without you, I could have never called myself a writer. I dedicate this poem to you.

What does life in a cubicle feel like? Have you ever worked in a cubicle? Do you know what it feels like? A lot of people know what I am talking about, and this poem is dedicated to them.

Unless you want to love a saint, you know that I am a man. My mistakes are the ones that built me. My mistakes are who I am. I am not proud of any, but neither am I ashamed. I owe it to myself to love who I am and strive to be the best, but accept that I may never be. Take me for I am for I cannot be another man.

When you seek satisfaction, remember you are not the only one. Everyone else wants that, too. Men are like women, they both need love and affection, but when one is satisfied, the other may be not.

Our times are calling out for a hero like in the olden times when heroes made a difference. Yet who should we call upon?

Sometimes, the problem may not be that you are small. This is the way of the world. There has always been big and small. Weak and strong. Rich and poor, and most of the time you have no say in which pool you are tossed.

If you can’t find a god to believe in, make one and better yet, make all kneel before him and despair. Why do you have to find a god so quickly so that you become a believer tomorrow. It is a journey.

Among the many domestication efforts, men have always tried to domesticate women. Nowadays, it is unsaid but most of the times meant. The hidden truth is still the truth.