Submissions by DamianDeadLove (Damian DeadLove)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"I'm about as subtle as a death growl in an echo chamber!"
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
8th Jun 2024 5:59am
8th Jun 2024 5:59am
Save A Life (Part 2 Of Cliffhanger)
After my escape from the fire. I headed into the studio, and sat down in front of the computer. My nerves were shot. I was very verklempt about the whole situation needless to say. I couldn’t understand the reason I blacked out. I mean I had gotten wild for sure. But I had never passed out, ever.
As I’m trying to pull myself together. My cell phone rings. It’s my mother calling me with what would be devastating news. My grandma had died this same morning. I struggled to not just burst out crying right there. I got through the call. But I was spiritually gutted inside. As I...
As I’m trying to pull myself together. My cell phone rings. It’s my mother calling me with what would be devastating news. My grandma had died this same morning. I struggled to not just burst out crying right there. I got through the call. But I was spiritually gutted inside. As I...
#prose
100 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th Jun 2024 8:47am
7th Jun 2024 8:47am
Cliffhanger
I gotta tell you. I’ve done some stupid shit in my lifetime. Especially if alcohol was involved. I’m not going to candy coat it, people. I’m a full-fledge alcoholic. I use that terminology because I don’t bullshit myself. I haven’t had a drink in a year, and a half. But I’m still an alcoholic. The disease doesn’t magically go away.
I know some people prefer the term, recovering alcoholic. I despise it. Mainly because I’m always just one drink away from starting again. I don’t participate, or partake any longer. But at the end of the day, I’m not cured.
...
I know some people prefer the term, recovering alcoholic. I despise it. Mainly because I’m always just one drink away from starting again. I don’t participate, or partake any longer. But at the end of the day, I’m not cured.
...
#prose
134 reads
5 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jun 2024 8:05am
6th Jun 2024 8:05am
Feet Are Planted
These four walls keep closing in
Claustrophobic personality
Same story with a different spin
What I’d give for less reality
Burden involves heavy lifting
Wallowing in habitual vices
In my head I’m always rifting
While waiting for a new crisis
Dreams are all I’m giving up
It’s all spiritual espionage
Demons will always corrupt
It’s best to duck and dodge
Wrestling with these ghouls
Judgement from the courts
More violence in our schools
Wait until the truth retorts
Can’t outrun father time
God’s...
Claustrophobic personality
Same story with a different spin
What I’d give for less reality
Burden involves heavy lifting
Wallowing in habitual vices
In my head I’m always rifting
While waiting for a new crisis
Dreams are all I’m giving up
It’s all spiritual espionage
Demons will always corrupt
It’s best to duck and dodge
Wrestling with these ghouls
Judgement from the courts
More violence in our schools
Wait until the truth retorts
Can’t outrun father time
God’s...
#SelfReflection
180 reads
21 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Jun 2024 7:37am
5th Jun 2024 7:37am
Higher Floor
Sometimes it’s like pushing a boulder up hill. The creative vibe has to be undeniable to think about writing. Getting old ain’t no picnic either. Memory isn’t what it once was, and finding the perfect time, well that doesn’t exist.
When I was starting out many moons ago. I could write a couple of poems a day until I’d get frustrated, simply because I wasn’t very good yet. Still don’t know that I’m any good, but I do have mileage now, and am what one might call seasoned.
In my prime years, which were my mid 20’s, to my early 30’s. I could bust out...
When I was starting out many moons ago. I could write a couple of poems a day until I’d get frustrated, simply because I wasn’t very good yet. Still don’t know that I’m any good, but I do have mileage now, and am what one might call seasoned.
In my prime years, which were my mid 20’s, to my early 30’s. I could bust out...
#prose
137 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2024 4:25am
5th Jun 2024 4:25am
Smug Suggestion
Jackals feast on a fresh kill
Teeth gnash until hitting bone
Surviving the game takes skill
Since danger never travels alone
Only faith can move mountains
Especially the ones around here
Don’t drink from the fountains
Somebody probably pissed in there
I apologize before i’m done
It’s simply chance i got this far
Schizophrenic tongue on this one
While my brain and mouth spar
Random thoughts minus the filter
So i can slip a fuck in there
For good measure it’s off-kilter
Just listen to the wall and stare
...
Teeth gnash until hitting bone
Surviving the game takes skill
Since danger never travels alone
Only faith can move mountains
Especially the ones around here
Don’t drink from the fountains
Somebody probably pissed in there
I apologize before i’m done
It’s simply chance i got this far
Schizophrenic tongue on this one
While my brain and mouth spar
Random thoughts minus the filter
So i can slip a fuck in there
For good measure it’s off-kilter
Just listen to the wall and stare
...
#corruption
114 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Jun 2024 7:15am
4th Jun 2024 7:15am
Mrs. DeadLove
Minutes from the sunrise, on another cloudy day. Can smell the precipitation, that has already fallen. My bloodshot eyes, are burning from the night before. I can’t seem to balance myself, as I fumble through my pockets, looking for my lighter. Nothing, where the fuck, is that cheap bastard. I bought it at the gas station, last night, along with the couple packs of cigarettes.
Retreating back into the, hotel room. Searching all the tables, and surfaces. I don’t see them anywhere. I walk towards the bathroom, and see them on the side, of the bathtub. How the hell, did they...
Retreating back into the, hotel room. Searching all the tables, and surfaces. I don’t see them anywhere. I walk towards the bathroom, and see them on the side, of the bathtub. How the hell, did they...
#prose
136 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
3rd Jun 2024 5:32am
3rd Jun 2024 5:32am
Words Hurt
Sticks and stones may break my bones. But words shall never hurt me”. Ever heard this old saying. Or a variation of it. This is the dumbest fucking statement ever uttered. In my opinion that is, because it leaves me scratching my head.
I know I’m a writer, so I tend to look at things, as a writer. This sometimes results, in me overthinking a plethora of topics. That being said, this isn’t fucking one of them. The ignorance of this kind of commentary, makes my brain hurt. Did this person understand, the meanings of the words, that someone called him.
I’m sure...
I know I’m a writer, so I tend to look at things, as a writer. This sometimes results, in me overthinking a plethora of topics. That being said, this isn’t fucking one of them. The ignorance of this kind of commentary, makes my brain hurt. Did this person understand, the meanings of the words, that someone called him.
I’m sure...
#prose
229 reads
8 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
2nd Jun 2024 7:48am
2nd Jun 2024 7:48am
Exit, Stage Right
Nothing shocks me these days. I mean the longer you live, the more things you can’t unsee. That’s the way of the world, after a while we all become desensitized. Behavior, is mimicked, and learned. Originality, that’s a lost art form, these days. It’s so easy to go with the crowd, it’s harder to go against the grain.
I mean, it could be cool to inspire others. But like a gypsy wind, sometimes we can wander to far. Get lost in the moment, lose the story plot. So, I would never want to be idolized, that’s not what I’m about. That’s the kind of thinking, that’ll open up a...
I mean, it could be cool to inspire others. But like a gypsy wind, sometimes we can wander to far. Get lost in the moment, lose the story plot. So, I would never want to be idolized, that’s not what I’m about. That’s the kind of thinking, that’ll open up a...
#prose
175 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2024 4:18am
2nd Jun 2024 4:18am
Tender Sensibility
Humanity in steady decline
All intelligence is grown artificially
Housed in boxes made of pine
Been put out to pasture officially
We outstayed our own welcome
In this biological cul-de-sac
Hatred held belief for ransom
While the weight broke our back
Exposing this grand conspiracy
The government coined it a theory
They don’t deal in transparency
When they can simply rewrite history
Once they take control of the narrative
By destroying all forms of credibility
When death is easier than to live
Feasting on...
All intelligence is grown artificially
Housed in boxes made of pine
Been put out to pasture officially
We outstayed our own welcome
In this biological cul-de-sac
Hatred held belief for ransom
While the weight broke our back
Exposing this grand conspiracy
The government coined it a theory
They don’t deal in transparency
When they can simply rewrite history
Once they take control of the narrative
By destroying all forms of credibility
When death is easier than to live
Feasting on...
#humankind
#politics
220 reads
22 Comments
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