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
Today 7:13am
Today 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
48 reads
5 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
91 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
121 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
121 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Mar 2025 5:52am
25th Mar 2025 5:52am
The Chain (DUP)
Sign off full stop
The final stage
Those dreams and ink
Down the page
Curtain drops
On precious memories
Whispers of things past
Wondering what will come to pass
With great hope of meeting once again
To love and encourage the writing power
Foregoing rhymes to copy addresses
Hooking our words to create a chain
-Shall not break
For the bond is to deep to deny
Someday soon this world will realize
***********************+***
The idea is to write a version of a couple of lines
following the last. In...
The final stage
Those dreams and ink
Down the page
Curtain drops
On precious memories
Whispers of things past
Wondering what will come to pass
With great hope of meeting once again
To love and encourage the writing power
Foregoing rhymes to copy addresses
Hooking our words to create a chain
-Shall not break
For the bond is to deep to deny
Someday soon this world will realize
***********************+***
The idea is to write a version of a couple of lines
following the last. In...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
139 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Mar 2025 6:32am
24th Mar 2025 6:32am
Circling To Swarm
Don’t know where these roads lead
Some closed others off the beaten path
Mile after mile paved in endless greed
Dirty deeds exposed after the bloodbath
So many moving parts in this machine
Places to hide and manipulate from
Having paid to wipe the system clean
Another talking head is playing dumb
Wicked regime turning back the clock
Indentured servants not a working class
Innocent victims reside on the cellblock
While war criminals receive a free pass
Trying to weather this fascist storm
That’s meant to...
Some closed others off the beaten path
Mile after mile paved in endless greed
Dirty deeds exposed after the bloodbath
So many moving parts in this machine
Places to hide and manipulate from
Having paid to wipe the system clean
Another talking head is playing dumb
Wicked regime turning back the clock
Indentured servants not a working class
Innocent victims reside on the cellblock
While war criminals receive a free pass
Trying to weather this fascist storm
That’s meant to...
#philosophical
138 reads
21 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2025 5:29am
22nd Mar 2025 5:29am
Summer '99 (with Pete_25)
She smelt like Summer '99
Braided hair, petals n' wine
Tango trees, the sun above
Misspent youth, our Summer of love
The days would last, chasing stars
Smiles and laughs, purple hearts
Baize lush fields, puffy clouds
Chirping crickets, sang out loud
Skinny dips, kissing stones
Strawberry lips, this our home
Love and wine, back in time
Back in the Summer of '99
Such sweet memories, being made
Flirts and glances, under shade
Moon bares witness, tender kiss
Softening melody, night of bliss ...
Braided hair, petals n' wine
Tango trees, the sun above
Misspent youth, our Summer of love
The days would last, chasing stars
Smiles and laughs, purple hearts
Baize lush fields, puffy clouds
Chirping crickets, sang out loud
Skinny dips, kissing stones
Strawberry lips, this our home
Love and wine, back in time
Back in the Summer of '99
Such sweet memories, being made
Flirts and glances, under shade
Moon bares witness, tender kiss
Softening melody, night of bliss ...
#memories
124 reads
19 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2025 7:25am
20th Mar 2025 7:25am
What's Left?
A simple smile taken for granted
Invisible to those watching everyday
A wicked seed that was planted
This ticking time-bomb doesn’t obey
Sinking deeper into this cruel abyss
Failed efforts define the next move
Hurting others while they reminisce
Arguing in the pocket of the groove
Outside the circle hope is lost
Empty gestures fall on deaf ears
How much lifeblood did it cost?
What’s left when the smoke clears?
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025
Invisible to those watching everyday
A wicked seed that was planted
This ticking time-bomb doesn’t obey
Sinking deeper into this cruel abyss
Failed efforts define the next move
Hurting others while they reminisce
Arguing in the pocket of the groove
Outside the circle hope is lost
Empty gestures fall on deaf ears
How much lifeblood did it cost?
What’s left when the smoke clears?
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025
#philosophical
123 reads
22 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th Mar 2025 6:40am
19th Mar 2025 6:40am
SpotLight - Willow (WillowsWhimsies)
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 poetess who calls the U.S. home. She’s been a member here since March of 2016. Although, it could be longer since she had previous profiles.
She’s a gifted poetess and writer. She’s a spitfire once you get her wound up, and for some reason I have the gift of taking her there, with some of the topics I write...
Our guest tonight is a poetess who calls the U.S. home. She’s been a member here since March of 2016. Although, it could be longer since she had previous profiles.
She’s a gifted poetess and writer. She’s a spitfire once you get her wound up, and for some reason I have the gift of taking her there, with some of the topics I write...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#prose
159 reads
18 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th Mar 2025 8:23am
15th Mar 2025 8:23am
Overkill - Wrecking Your Neck
Welcome, Backstage, I’m Damian DeadLove. Tonights band is: Overkill. That’s right we’re talking about the boys from, Jersey. I’m a huge fan of this band they are by far my favorite thrash metal band.
Shout out to my brother, J.J.Burton, who got me into this band. This one’s for you.
The band formed in 1980 in New Jersey. They’re one of the most successful east coast thrash bands ever. They’ve been called the Motörhead of thrash, in fact the band name comes from the title of Motörhead’s second album.
The band has recorded 20 studio albums...
Shout out to my brother, J.J.Burton, who got me into this band. This one’s for you.
The band formed in 1980 in New Jersey. They’re one of the most successful east coast thrash bands ever. They’ve been called the Motörhead of thrash, in fact the band name comes from the title of Motörhead’s second album.
The band has recorded 20 studio albums...
#music
#prose
170 reads
20 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Mar 2025 6:39am
14th Mar 2025 6:39am
Falderal
Peering into the darkness
Beyond the zone of comfort
My eyes out of focus
With new layers of depth
Breeze tickles the skin
Voices mumble softly
In one ear out the other
These thoughts of despair
My lips tracing curses
Under a devious grin
Humble witness sighs
Longing to remember when
Everything felt right
All was good in the world
Not this smoke and mirrors
Wrapped up in falderal
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2023
Beyond the zone of comfort
My eyes out of focus
With new layers of depth
Breeze tickles the skin
Voices mumble softly
In one ear out the other
These thoughts of despair
My lips tracing curses
Under a devious grin
Humble witness sighs
Longing to remember when
Everything felt right
All was good in the world
Not this smoke and mirrors
Wrapped up in falderal
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2023
#philosophical
149 reads
22 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Mar 2025 8:29am
12th Mar 2025 8:29am
8:57 A.M.
8:57 A.M. Somewhere in the heart of it all, I, Damian DeadLove was born on 12 March 1975. I recall screaming and growling about how cold the delivery room was that day. Much to my mothers shock of course that an infant was capable of such.
I jest. I couldn’t death growl yet, that was later. God, didn’t bless me with a great singing voice. As time would reveal.
He gave me lungs though, and I could scream with anyone. Don’t believe me? Feel free to ask my parents?
Fifty years. Half a century in this old worn out body. Miles equals wisdom, words I...
I jest. I couldn’t death growl yet, that was later. God, didn’t bless me with a great singing voice. As time would reveal.
He gave me lungs though, and I could scream with anyone. Don’t believe me? Feel free to ask my parents?
Fifty years. Half a century in this old worn out body. Miles equals wisdom, words I...
#philosophical
190 reads
34 Comments
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