Submissions by DamianDeadLove (Damian DeadLove)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"I'm about as subtle as a death growl in an echo chamber!"
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
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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
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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
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22 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by DamianDeadLove (Damian DeadLove)