Submissions by DevilsChild
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm Nick DC if anyone wants to read my work beyond DUP. Thanks to everyone that gave me a read. I will miss this place.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2025 00:25am
3rd Apr 2025 00:25am
Blunt Force Pin
those other sites say
I can't fucking use profanity
how in the mother fuck
am I supposed to express
how I'm fucking feeling
when shit heads want to use restraints
this ain't BDSM
but I sure would like to write about it
tying up a slut
then fucking her in the butt
showering her off with piss in the end
is that too much?
I don't fucking know
but I want the freedom to say it
how old are we?
we ain't 8 years old
we're fucking grown ass adults
cursing brings me closer to God
now I have to watch my...
I can't fucking use profanity
how in the mother fuck
am I supposed to express
how I'm fucking feeling
when shit heads want to use restraints
this ain't BDSM
but I sure would like to write about it
tying up a slut
then fucking her in the butt
showering her off with piss in the end
is that too much?
I don't fucking know
but I want the freedom to say it
how old are we?
we ain't 8 years old
we're fucking grown ass adults
cursing brings me closer to God
now I have to watch my...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#TruthOfLife
130 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2025 6:43am
23rd Mar 2025 6:43am
The DUP Massacre
we were all brought to the DUP mansion
but it wasn’t just any place
it was one where we played
as the Webmistress encouraged us
like she was Willy Wonka
and PoetSpeak said “let’s drink!”
heading to the dining room
Duende served us up something good
as we think “what a wonderful place”
the lights go out
Bluevelvete was dead
hit over the head with a candle stick
we wondered where the Webmistress went
could it be her who was the killer?
we went to the lounge to...
but it wasn’t just any place
it was one where we played
as the Webmistress encouraged us
like she was Willy Wonka
and PoetSpeak said “let’s drink!”
heading to the dining room
Duende served us up something good
as we think “what a wonderful place”
the lights go out
Bluevelvete was dead
hit over the head with a candle stick
we wondered where the Webmistress went
could it be her who was the killer?
we went to the lounge to...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
242 reads
18 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2025 6:48am
22nd Mar 2025 6:48am
The Goddess & the Matador (Posted 5/20/2023)
you’re the goddess
and I’m the matador
say it with feeling
“fuck me!”
oh how I crave your giving
as if it’s the last I’ll ever have
take a knife and cut me deep
make me your servant
treat me as you please
you’re the last drip of happiness
you’re the goddess
and I’m the humble matador
facing every fear for your affection
I’d even settle for a moment of attention
time well wasted
because in my mind
there is no other
if only I could touch your flesh
told you I’d want you in any life ...
and I’m the matador
say it with feeling
“fuck me!”
oh how I crave your giving
as if it’s the last I’ll ever have
take a knife and cut me deep
make me your servant
treat me as you please
you’re the last drip of happiness
you’re the goddess
and I’m the humble matador
facing every fear for your affection
I’d even settle for a moment of attention
time well wasted
because in my mind
there is no other
if only I could touch your flesh
told you I’d want you in any life ...
#love
81 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2025 6:48am
22nd Mar 2025 6:48am
Shut Up and Write (Posted 9/9/2022)
when I first arrived at DUP
was still bright eyed
wanted to explore my creative side
had a few people look my way
built me up as their play thing
when done they tried to push me aside
but I refused to die
fought back and became the bad guy
a new generation came
the ones before left or changed
I just been trying to find my place
amongst the mundane
do I hold resentment?
fuck yeah I still hold resentment
those same poets act like such victims
writing for attention
about...
was still bright eyed
wanted to explore my creative side
had a few people look my way
built me up as their play thing
when done they tried to push me aside
but I refused to die
fought back and became the bad guy
a new generation came
the ones before left or changed
I just been trying to find my place
amongst the mundane
do I hold resentment?
fuck yeah I still hold resentment
those same poets act like such victims
writing for attention
about...
#WritingPoetry
97 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Mar 2025 4:14pm
21st Mar 2025 4:14pm
Amongst the Stars (Posted 12/21/2016)
I have a feeling
of uncertainty
the words she speaks
are my kept memories
but to her
the feeling’s not mutual
my words become faded
as she looks exhausted
when I try harder
I just can’t seem to
get through
If only
I could
I think she just might be
too much, too much
other men dress to impress
but I don't even have a suit
yeah, far too high for me to reach
dreaming of dancing amongst the stars
I fall for her smile
like a...
of uncertainty
the words she speaks
are my kept memories
but to her
the feeling’s not mutual
my words become faded
as she looks exhausted
when I try harder
I just can’t seem to
get through
If only
I could
I think she just might be
too much, too much
other men dress to impress
but I don't even have a suit
yeah, far too high for me to reach
dreaming of dancing amongst the stars
I fall for her smile
like a...
#UnrequitedLove
96 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Mar 2025 4:12pm
21st Mar 2025 4:12pm
No Country for Old Superman (Posted 8/21/2020)
there'll come a time
when superman will hang up his cape
many of his friends would have passed
younger super heroes will rise up
taking his place as the Champion
not thinking much of their attitudes
it reminds him of his younger self
only confirming his greatest fear
becoming too fragile to fight
his relevance quickly diminishes
bored with his days he starts drinking
spending most nights alone
drunk in just his undies
sometimes putting on old cartoons
ones that depict him in his prime
...
when superman will hang up his cape
many of his friends would have passed
younger super heroes will rise up
taking his place as the Champion
not thinking much of their attitudes
it reminds him of his younger self
only confirming his greatest fear
becoming too fragile to fight
his relevance quickly diminishes
bored with his days he starts drinking
spending most nights alone
drunk in just his undies
sometimes putting on old cartoons
ones that depict him in his prime
...
#aging
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Mar 2025 7:47am
19th Mar 2025 7:47am
Let Us Run Away (Posted 1/30/2021)
faith all day to believe in true love
all night hope to say no to temptation
with many judging eyes
many pressures in life
feels like I'm going mad
you’re suffering in your own head
can there just be nothing left to give?
well, can there?
when this war is over
and we fought the good fight
the radio stops playing our songs
cracks in our hearts
but I can still feel them healing
when all that’s left is us
can we just not give a fuck?
always been us against the odds
watched as others failed...
all night hope to say no to temptation
with many judging eyes
many pressures in life
feels like I'm going mad
you’re suffering in your own head
can there just be nothing left to give?
well, can there?
when this war is over
and we fought the good fight
the radio stops playing our songs
cracks in our hearts
but I can still feel them healing
when all that’s left is us
can we just not give a fuck?
always been us against the odds
watched as others failed...
#love
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Mar 2025 7:45am
19th Mar 2025 7:45am
Diamond in the Rough (Posted 8/27/2020)
I didn't grow up privileged
have hard edges
from growing up in hard places
fought for everything I've got
and those that don't know me
act so cocky towards me
always giving my all
just to prove I’m above the hatred
yet I still get looked down on
never good enough for society
a fighter settling for a poor man’s salary
not that I mind it
I get used to the everyday bullshit
I’m a little bit dirty
I’m a little muddied up
been dropped in the caverns
I’m a bit fucked up ...
have hard edges
from growing up in hard places
fought for everything I've got
and those that don't know me
act so cocky towards me
always giving my all
just to prove I’m above the hatred
yet I still get looked down on
never good enough for society
a fighter settling for a poor man’s salary
not that I mind it
I get used to the everyday bullshit
I’m a little bit dirty
I’m a little muddied up
been dropped in the caverns
I’m a bit fucked up ...
#myself
102 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Mar 2025 5:48am
18th Mar 2025 5:48am
AT&T (Posted 11/16/2020)
I'll be dialing you up
when I'm in need
want the most bang for my buck
tell me of those plans that you got
because whatever you're selling
you know I'm buying
I need the hook up
even if you're caught up
your job sucks
should of had you call off
staring at your picture
I'm focused on your thickness
thighs so cushy
just right for the pushing
comes second best
only to your breast
want to lick them up
and lick them down
want to throw you to the ground
make love...
when I'm in need
want the most bang for my buck
tell me of those plans that you got
because whatever you're selling
you know I'm buying
I need the hook up
even if you're caught up
your job sucks
should of had you call off
staring at your picture
I'm focused on your thickness
thighs so cushy
just right for the pushing
comes second best
only to your breast
want to lick them up
and lick them down
want to throw you to the ground
make love...
#lust
136 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Mar 2025 5:47am
18th Mar 2025 5:47am
Pissing on the Mona Lisa (Posted 4/4/2019)
the story starts with you typing away
pressing keys as the world sleeps
thinking this is it, the crème de la crème
can’t stop now, must finish
“you lov’d me with a kiss of ink”
spilling those feels that were building
the wonders and pains of love seep
scribing ways you wish to be touched
suddenly the wind blows differently
sending you off into a darker place
“emptiness can take many forms”
your love has reached it's end
writing though the break of dawn
“sun rises, shadows hide”
such a sight...
pressing keys as the world sleeps
thinking this is it, the crème de la crème
can’t stop now, must finish
“you lov’d me with a kiss of ink”
spilling those feels that were building
the wonders and pains of love seep
scribing ways you wish to be touched
suddenly the wind blows differently
sending you off into a darker place
“emptiness can take many forms”
your love has reached it's end
writing though the break of dawn
“sun rises, shadows hide”
such a sight...
#WritingPoetry
76 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Mar 2025 5:33am
16th Mar 2025 5:33am
Fake Reality (Posted 1/21/2017)
tisk, tisk, tisk…
maybe I’m just crazy
wasting my time in a cyber world
caring for imaginary frenemies
giving yet not given in a fAkE rEaLiTy!
people who don’t know me
feel the need to judge me
stand so tall against me
behind a computer screen
where has all the sanity gone?
turning away from an army of avatars
anger, pain, sadness, greed
are real even in a fake reality
commoner to a prophet
seeking to save the world
insisting that everyone is wrong
but where are your credentials? ...
maybe I’m just crazy
wasting my time in a cyber world
caring for imaginary frenemies
giving yet not given in a fAkE rEaLiTy!
people who don’t know me
feel the need to judge me
stand so tall against me
behind a computer screen
where has all the sanity gone?
turning away from an army of avatars
anger, pain, sadness, greed
are real even in a fake reality
commoner to a prophet
seeking to save the world
insisting that everyone is wrong
but where are your credentials? ...
#technology
96 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2025 5:31am
16th Mar 2025 5:31am
When We Were Animals (Posted 1/2/2015)
you said life seemed so perfect
when we were animals
like children in the sand
we didn’t know what we had
and life wasn't as miserable
so tell me how to look you in the eyes
knowing you’ve been consumed by lies
don’t tell me I’m living in the past
you secretly want to be there too
sometimes it’s hard telling you the truth
what’s the point in fighting anyway?
you put me down once again
so go fuck yourself my friend
you said life seemed so perfect
when we were animals
you had a reason behind those eyes
now that...
when we were animals
like children in the sand
we didn’t know what we had
and life wasn't as miserable
so tell me how to look you in the eyes
knowing you’ve been consumed by lies
don’t tell me I’m living in the past
you secretly want to be there too
sometimes it’s hard telling you the truth
what’s the point in fighting anyway?
you put me down once again
so go fuck yourself my friend
you said life seemed so perfect
when we were animals
you had a reason behind those eyes
now that...
#friendship
85 reads
0 Comments
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