Submissions by DamianDeadLove (Damian DeadLove)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"I'm about as subtle as a death growl in an echo chamber!"
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jun 2024 6:36am
18th Jun 2024 6:36am
Witness To Truth
Memories are what I have left
Simpler times so it seemed
Every night was pure chaos
While days were growing difficult
Spent most the time drinking
The other half I was sleeping
Somewhere between them both
Were little sparks of brilliance
Sober moments I had a few
Finding confusion at the root
It wasn’t a feeling I desired
Being alone with only myself
Always locked in my head
Chained to illusions of hope
But when I reached outward
Reality pulled me back down
Suffocating on false promises ...
Simpler times so it seemed
Every night was pure chaos
While days were growing difficult
Spent most the time drinking
The other half I was sleeping
Somewhere between them both
Were little sparks of brilliance
Sober moments I had a few
Finding confusion at the root
It wasn’t a feeling I desired
Being alone with only myself
Always locked in my head
Chained to illusions of hope
But when I reached outward
Reality pulled me back down
Suffocating on false promises ...
#TruthOfLife
174 reads
12 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
17th Jun 2024 10:15pm
17th Jun 2024 10:15pm
The Music Game Is Rigged
I was in the middle of writing a poem to post, however, a rant came to mind because of the poem's subject matter, music. Sure, that doesn’t shock anyone who has read my work.
Anywho, I might finish the poem because I know poems get more comments than prose on here, or so it seems in my short time at DU. Most the time it’s a feeling thing that makes me choose which form I use, and prose won out tonight.
So here’s the skinny. It’s really kinda sad that music has to be a business. What’s it cost to write a song? Nothing, not a fucking thing. It...
Anywho, I might finish the poem because I know poems get more comments than prose on here, or so it seems in my short time at DU. Most the time it’s a feeling thing that makes me choose which form I use, and prose won out tonight.
So here’s the skinny. It’s really kinda sad that music has to be a business. What’s it cost to write a song? Nothing, not a fucking thing. It...
#music
135 reads
10 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
13th Jun 2024 3:38am
13th Jun 2024 3:38am
Bodies Are Buried
Narcissistic dreams a moral sacrifice
Constantly bleeding from your vice
Drizzling songs down the lonely drain
Leaving behind only a carbon stain
Selling lofty ambitions on Facebook
Preaching your toxic ridden words
Spewing blame by hook or crook
Sing-along jingle, hard as the burbs
Just a hermit in your own tomb
Carefree whispers point to doom
Listening to ghosts within the walls
Void of a conscience got no balls
One and one always make three
When you rant to fucking see
So drink your dinner tonight ...
Constantly bleeding from your vice
Drizzling songs down the lonely drain
Leaving behind only a carbon stain
Selling lofty ambitions on Facebook
Preaching your toxic ridden words
Spewing blame by hook or crook
Sing-along jingle, hard as the burbs
Just a hermit in your own tomb
Carefree whispers point to doom
Listening to ghosts within the walls
Void of a conscience got no balls
One and one always make three
When you rant to fucking see
So drink your dinner tonight ...
#disappointment
209 reads
13 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Jun 2024 6:32am
12th Jun 2024 6:32am
Carry Me Back Home
Memories fade like seasons
Slowly losing them all
Holding on for the right reasons
Waiting to receive the call
Spent way too many years
Chasing down every ghost
Struggling against my fears
Wondering who I’ll miss most
Life is difficult to survive
Crawling towards the light
When the show goes live
Under the cover of night
In the midst of great strife
The beast will fall like Rome
Dear lord who gave me life
Please carry me back home
Slowly losing them all
Holding on for the right reasons
Waiting to receive the call
Spent way too many years
Chasing down every ghost
Struggling against my fears
Wondering who I’ll miss most
Life is difficult to survive
Crawling towards the light
When the show goes live
Under the cover of night
In the midst of great strife
The beast will fall like Rome
Dear lord who gave me life
Please carry me back home
#faith
148 reads
9 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
11th Jun 2024 7:39am
11th Jun 2024 7:39am
Playboys For The Win
Have you ever tried to burn someone verbally? I’m sure you have. I think it’s even referred to as a burn. When you come out on top of such an exchange. What’s cool about this one to me is simply this. I was only 15 years old at the time, he was an adult.
I lived in this subdivision growing up. I had a friend who lived in the neighborhood. We spent the night at each others house on weekends. We saw each other everyday. He usually came to my house most of the time. His parents were kinda strict compared to my parents. Every friend I ever had who met my parents loved them. ...
I lived in this subdivision growing up. I had a friend who lived in the neighborhood. We spent the night at each others house on weekends. We saw each other everyday. He usually came to my house most of the time. His parents were kinda strict compared to my parents. Every friend I ever had who met my parents loved them. ...
#funny
130 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jun 2024 6:16am
9th Jun 2024 6:16am
Every Single Night
Simplicity can produce brilliance
Sometimes less is more
Reconnecting through resilience
Sure seemed easier before
Drop the beat ride the bass line
Rhythm is raging hard
Ladies sipping on foreign wine
Melody is her calling card
Guitars solo over the groove
Distorted disposition
Tempo makes the mood move
In every position
Band’s jamming on this track
Music is tight
Got people dancing out back
Every single night
Sometimes less is more
Reconnecting through resilience
Sure seemed easier before
Drop the beat ride the bass line
Rhythm is raging hard
Ladies sipping on foreign wine
Melody is her calling card
Guitars solo over the groove
Distorted disposition
Tempo makes the mood move
In every position
Band’s jamming on this track
Music is tight
Got people dancing out back
Every single night
#lyrics
#music
162 reads
19 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2024 8:13am
8th Jun 2024 8:13am
Forever In The Light
Voices echo through the clouds
Fog blankets the swampy ground
Shadows remain poised to strike
Undetected in the calm of nature
So scared of what hides beneath
Studying the eyes of feral beasts
That walk upright during the day
While slithering amongst the night
Good souls follow the word
With promises based in faith
Wicked men bask in their lust
Feeding off the desire for flesh
Humans hide behind sarcasm
For fear knowledge is failing
Illusions fade in the truth
While hope is forever shining
Fog blankets the swampy ground
Shadows remain poised to strike
Undetected in the calm of nature
So scared of what hides beneath
Studying the eyes of feral beasts
That walk upright during the day
While slithering amongst the night
Good souls follow the word
With promises based in faith
Wicked men bask in their lust
Feeding off the desire for flesh
Humans hide behind sarcasm
For fear knowledge is failing
Illusions fade in the truth
While hope is forever shining
#SelfReflection
140 reads
10 Comments
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
105 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
142 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
191 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
144 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
122 reads
2 Comments
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