Submissions by DamianDeadLove (Damian DeadLove)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"I'm about as subtle as a death growl in an echo chamber!"
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Apr 2025 8:15am
14th Apr 2025 8:15am
Vultures
Step on up, my friend.
You too, can live in a digital hell!
Your body will decay and your brain will rot,
order now and download the latest virus.
First time customer?
Sign up free for a month!
We'll fuck with your head,
then continue to charge your card
Let the buyer beware.
Of totally random hidden fees.
We’ll get you hooked on endless misery,
and jonesing for empty promises.
Bad credit score, got you down?
No worries friend, we got you covered.
It’s our modus operandi to take advantage,
of your...
You too, can live in a digital hell!
Your body will decay and your brain will rot,
order now and download the latest virus.
First time customer?
Sign up free for a month!
We'll fuck with your head,
then continue to charge your card
Let the buyer beware.
Of totally random hidden fees.
We’ll get you hooked on endless misery,
and jonesing for empty promises.
Bad credit score, got you down?
No worries friend, we got you covered.
It’s our modus operandi to take advantage,
of your...
#philosophical
#satirical
121 reads
25 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Apr 2025 10:13am
12th Apr 2025 10:13am
Present Day Sequel
Chaos rises before the sun even sets
Racing against time pedal to the floor
Pump the brakes on these vile threats
Robbing people and taking some more
So over the top his brain’s out to lunch
Under a corporate umbrella of confusion
Made the deal and received a gut punch
This paper tiger is another grand illusion
Distortion cuts through silence with rage
This present day sequel of the Gilded Age
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025
Racing against time pedal to the floor
Pump the brakes on these vile threats
Robbing people and taking some more
So over the top his brain’s out to lunch
Under a corporate umbrella of confusion
Made the deal and received a gut punch
This paper tiger is another grand illusion
Distortion cuts through silence with rage
This present day sequel of the Gilded Age
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025
#philosophical
112 reads
16 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
10th Apr 2025 9:13am
10th Apr 2025 9:13am
D Minor
Candlelight flickers against a dark ceiling
Another tequila shot with a beer backer
Writing blunt words forecasting a feeling
This ink that stains the page like lacquer
Miserable vibes eating from the inside out
Spiraling deeper into famine and drought
Penning poetry in the chord of D minor
Reflecting what’s going on in this fragile heart
Always the opening act to the headliner
Knowing who’s real or just acting the part
Different kind of cat running through lives
An open book with a stubborn streak
When...
Another tequila shot with a beer backer
Writing blunt words forecasting a feeling
This ink that stains the page like lacquer
Miserable vibes eating from the inside out
Spiraling deeper into famine and drought
Penning poetry in the chord of D minor
Reflecting what’s going on in this fragile heart
Always the opening act to the headliner
Knowing who’s real or just acting the part
Different kind of cat running through lives
An open book with a stubborn streak
When...
#philosophical
125 reads
19 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Apr 2025 8:00am
8th Apr 2025 8:00am
Left Barefoot
Hypnotic suggestion pacifies the blind
Choosing not to see what calls them out
Internet parasites nestle inside the mind
Killing hope by feeding off every doubt
Instead of a trickle there was a ripple
No benefits just hateful views of others
Privilege is power being used to cripple
With blatant lies they bury our brothers
Elitist wisdom is shallow and one-sided
They’re the minority not the working class
Lies being sown to keep people divided
Left barefoot to walk across broken glass
Copyright @...
Choosing not to see what calls them out
Internet parasites nestle inside the mind
Killing hope by feeding off every doubt
Instead of a trickle there was a ripple
No benefits just hateful views of others
Privilege is power being used to cripple
With blatant lies they bury our brothers
Elitist wisdom is shallow and one-sided
They’re the minority not the working class
Lies being sown to keep people divided
Left barefoot to walk across broken glass
Copyright @...
#philosophical
118 reads
17 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Apr 2025 7:04am
7th Apr 2025 7:04am
Serpent's Bite
There is a path worn into the carpet
Slight discoloration after constant pacing
Pitch-black sky like a starless tarpit
War is raging with this demon I’m facing
He calls my bluff about fearing death
With insults meant as a means to kill me slow
Spit in his eye while holding my breath
Heat rapidly rises from the fires down below
Feeling cornered the anxiety builds
Lead with the jab to set up the right hook
Snipers hiding behind plastic shields
If he disagrees then they’ll burn the book
Seeing I’m unafraid of his...
Slight discoloration after constant pacing
Pitch-black sky like a starless tarpit
War is raging with this demon I’m facing
He calls my bluff about fearing death
With insults meant as a means to kill me slow
Spit in his eye while holding my breath
Heat rapidly rises from the fires down below
Feeling cornered the anxiety builds
Lead with the jab to set up the right hook
Snipers hiding behind plastic shields
If he disagrees then they’ll burn the book
Seeing I’m unafraid of his...
#philosophical
110 reads
15 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Apr 2025 5:01am
5th Apr 2025 5:01am
SpotLight - PAR
Welcome back to SpotLight, I’m Damian DeadLove. Got another great episode tonight, that I hope you’ll enjoy. This interview segment is meant for the DU community, as a way to get to know about the poet/poetess behind the writes.
Our guest tonight is a poet who calls Portugal home. He’s been a member here since May of 2022. And has over 800 writes, folks.
He’s a gifted writer with all the tools. A tremendous storyteller with a vast vocabulary. Most of all he’s a kind soul.
Tonight’s guest is: (Paulo Acacio Ramos) but we all call him, PAR. Round...
Our guest tonight is a poet who calls Portugal home. He’s been a member here since May of 2022. And has over 800 writes, folks.
He’s a gifted writer with all the tools. A tremendous storyteller with a vast vocabulary. Most of all he’s a kind soul.
Tonight’s guest is: (Paulo Acacio Ramos) but we all call him, PAR. Round...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
119 reads
13 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Apr 2025 9:32am
4th Apr 2025 9:32am
Willfully In The Dark
It is I again. I guess I should have explained something about myself, I don’t know if I ever addressed this, I hate fucking politics. I write about them sure, but I don’t love anything about the process. I stay informed, but I’m not a fan.
It’s a necessity, not something I enjoy. It helped ruin a friendship, someone I loved liked a brother, it helped destroy a songwriting partnership. Because, I woke up from a 33 year party, and realized some lines had been crossed.
Worst of all it didn’t get any better, when I got sober. I’m talking about, Joey G, of course....
It’s a necessity, not something I enjoy. It helped ruin a friendship, someone I loved liked a brother, it helped destroy a songwriting partnership. Because, I woke up from a 33 year party, and realized some lines had been crossed.
Worst of all it didn’t get any better, when I got sober. I’m talking about, Joey G, of course....
#philosophical
#satirical
119 reads
10 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
3rd Apr 2025 7:27am
3rd Apr 2025 7:27am
Bound To Rust
Fucking circus just pulled into town
Flimflam ringmaster wants to burn it down
Unelected sidekick dancing like a clown
Psychotic logic a smile conceals a frown
How much more has to happen?
To wake them from perpetual sleep?
Disappearing those humans they hate
When it’s the billionaires inflicting pain
This self-induced fall from grace
Turning heel as the world watches in disgust
Pulling the rug while rigging the race
Without allies our foundation is bound to rust
Make America ignorant while killing hope ...
Flimflam ringmaster wants to burn it down
Unelected sidekick dancing like a clown
Psychotic logic a smile conceals a frown
How much more has to happen?
To wake them from perpetual sleep?
Disappearing those humans they hate
When it’s the billionaires inflicting pain
This self-induced fall from grace
Turning heel as the world watches in disgust
Pulling the rug while rigging the race
Without allies our foundation is bound to rust
Make America ignorant while killing hope ...
#philosophical
132 reads
17 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2025 7:13am
2nd Apr 2025 7:13am
Showdown Over The Horizon
I guess you didn’t expect me back so soon. To be honest neither did I. But I’m always revisiting memories, or thinking about the journey to get where I am at present.
My friend, J.J. Burton, recently lost his mother. I think it was March 10th to be precise. He’s been busy, and I understand we’ll talk when were supposed to. I was there for him when his father passed, though there relationship was strained, it was still his father.
This one I figured would be worse, because he was close to his mom. I didn’t know her well. We talked some, she was a nice lady....
My friend, J.J. Burton, recently lost his mother. I think it was March 10th to be precise. He’s been busy, and I understand we’ll talk when were supposed to. I was there for him when his father passed, though there relationship was strained, it was still his father.
This one I figured would be worse, because he was close to his mom. I didn’t know her well. We talked some, she was a nice lady....
#philosophical
95 reads
12 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
31st Mar 2025 9:23am
31st Mar 2025 9:23am
My Final Resting Place (The Blue Notebook)
It is I, again. I’m the itch that can’t be scratched, folks. Slightly annoying, but I mean well. In all seriousness, I’m just always looking for a catchy beginning. Hey, they can’t all be winners. It doesn’t get me down though, people.
In the immortal words of David Lee Roth: “You gotta roll with the punches to get to what’s real.” It’s all about adapting, being a counterpuncher, that’s been my entire existence. Some things in this world are avoidable, others not so much.
Look, I’m just a humble poet. With little stories that I hope helps somebody out...
In the immortal words of David Lee Roth: “You gotta roll with the punches to get to what’s real.” It’s all about adapting, being a counterpuncher, that’s been my entire existence. Some things in this world are avoidable, others not so much.
Look, I’m just a humble poet. With little stories that I hope helps somebody out...
#philosophical
138 reads
18 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Mar 2025 7:39am
28th Mar 2025 7:39am
Seizing Freedom In Broad Daylight
Robber-barons are pick pockets in disguise
Gutting social programs that help those in need
Just to finance this fascist excuse for leadership
Disappearing those folks they labeled scapegoat
People can’t you see we’re the fucking hired help
Being told to shut up and know the pecking order
Crippling healthcare as a means to thin the masses
Defunding public schools to dumb humanity down
Running the best plays from a Dictators playbook
Death by a million cuts will bleed innocence dry
Corporate media outlets spinning false...
Gutting social programs that help those in need
Just to finance this fascist excuse for leadership
Disappearing those folks they labeled scapegoat
People can’t you see we’re the fucking hired help
Being told to shut up and know the pecking order
Crippling healthcare as a means to thin the masses
Defunding public schools to dumb humanity down
Running the best plays from a Dictators playbook
Death by a million cuts will bleed innocence dry
Corporate media outlets spinning false...
#philosophical
144 reads
19 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2025 6:04am
26th Mar 2025 6:04am
Only Through The Maker
Coming to terms with this guilt
Imagine my surprise to find
The copious amounts of blood spilt
For entertainment that rots the mind
Never quite understanding why
It’s always been about the choices
I’m constantly trying not to die
Conflicted by two different voices
Being observed by the digital eye
They see us all, they know us all
As drones paint targets from the sky
They show us all, they control us all
In the midst of this spiritual war
All warnings went unobserved
I witnessed them open an old scar ...
Imagine my surprise to find
The copious amounts of blood spilt
For entertainment that rots the mind
Never quite understanding why
It’s always been about the choices
I’m constantly trying not to die
Conflicted by two different voices
Being observed by the digital eye
They see us all, they know us all
As drones paint targets from the sky
They show us all, they control us all
In the midst of this spiritual war
All warnings went unobserved
I witnessed them open an old scar ...
#philosophical
180 reads
10 Comments
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