Submissions by dungendona
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
They call me dungendona, my writings are dark and most come from memory. Hear the words, they will speak. If not, don't try to understand because you wont.
DRUGS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2019 4:05am
18th Feb 2019 4:05am
Dope, Meth and Death
Dope, Meth and Death
This white powder takes every thing from body to soul
Methamphetamine is the devils brew
It is not meant for human consumption
And it will steal all humanity from you
What matters to the addict is the next fix
The needle and the damage done
The only fear is running out
Doing any thing, every thing to get some
Years of agonizing torture, a slow death
This is why it is called dope, meth.
Trading your body for that drug filled needle
You will loose to death or loose your freedom
There is one hope to...
This white powder takes every thing from body to soul
Methamphetamine is the devils brew
It is not meant for human consumption
And it will steal all humanity from you
What matters to the addict is the next fix
The needle and the damage done
The only fear is running out
Doing any thing, every thing to get some
Years of agonizing torture, a slow death
This is why it is called dope, meth.
Trading your body for that drug filled needle
You will loose to death or loose your freedom
There is one hope to...
#drugs
692 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th May 2015 4:08pm
20th May 2015 4:08pm
The right thing to do
This is not a poem it is just letting all know I will be off and I wont be back on. From my heart to all here at Deep Underground, I will always keep you in my prayers as my life, my heart, my thoughts and all I am is in the hands and the belief that Jesus Christ will be my focus for time left on this earth. Be kind to your selves and one another... Donna
673 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th May 2015 3:48am
14th May 2015 3:48am
Freedom
Forever and with whom ever wave proud the Red-White and Blue
Born with American blood I will stand proud, I will stand loyal
If there be hatred for America and what it stands for-get off our soil
Our American "Freedom" will be defended by the right to bare arms
I will not run, I will not hide, on this land I have lived and on this land I will die
Wave proud and wave free- Americas Flag- Red White and Blue
by dungendona
Born with American blood I will stand proud, I will stand loyal
If there be hatred for America and what it stands for-get off our soil
Our American "Freedom" will be defended by the right to bare arms
I will not run, I will not hide, on this land I have lived and on this land I will die
Wave proud and wave free- Americas Flag- Red White and Blue
by dungendona
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Apr 2015 5:46pm
27th Apr 2015 5:46pm
Re: (10) words
Days Years Life
Thoughts and memories
A matter of time.....
Thoughts and memories
A matter of time.....
593 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Apr 2015 2:49am
17th Apr 2015 2:49am
Let me go
I am lost inside with loss and pain
So many memories, too many tears
What is it that I have to gain
Turn away and I will be gone
I will love you eternal for all time
There is nothing more I can do
I am forgotten, you will not cry
Turn away and I will be gone
I am thankful for much and weary from all
There is not enough for me to stay
No more shadows, no more walls
Turn away and I will be gone
by dungendona
So many memories, too many tears
What is it that I have to gain
Turn away and I will be gone
I will love you eternal for all time
There is nothing more I can do
I am forgotten, you will not cry
Turn away and I will be gone
I am thankful for much and weary from all
There is not enough for me to stay
No more shadows, no more walls
Turn away and I will be gone
by dungendona
718 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Mar 2015 10:45am
9th Mar 2015 10:45am
Re: Your last poem
A feast in the park ! extreme content
The park where the trees have grown abundantly tall, the grass was soft to my bare feet. The evening air was cool, a whisper of wind that has the fresh aroma of rain, a most beautiful evening, a most beautiful park.
The loud screams of panic echoed through the entire park, like the oceans waves of water. There were many students from the community college reading or writing, children playing in the sand box, all looking around alarmed by the piercing scream.
I saw the woman who was turning circles, she seemed...
The park where the trees have grown abundantly tall, the grass was soft to my bare feet. The evening air was cool, a whisper of wind that has the fresh aroma of rain, a most beautiful evening, a most beautiful park.
The loud screams of panic echoed through the entire park, like the oceans waves of water. There were many students from the community college reading or writing, children playing in the sand box, all looking around alarmed by the piercing scream.
I saw the woman who was turning circles, she seemed...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Mar 2015 7:06am
9th Mar 2015 7:06am
Re: Your last poem
Come play with me, I will be your friend
Until I torture you to your very end
I can take you where you have never known
I will keep you for my very own.
Have you played the game Blood and bleed
Come play with me and you will see
I will splatter your blood over all my walls
Your blood covering every thing and all
Ripped from limb to limb with my dull knife
I will very slowly take your life
Written by dungendona View profile dungendona
Published 23rd February 2014 2:24pm
Until I torture you to your very end
I can take you where you have never known
I will keep you for my very own.
Have you played the game Blood and bleed
Come play with me and you will see
I will splatter your blood over all my walls
Your blood covering every thing and all
Ripped from limb to limb with my dull knife
I will very slowly take your life
Written by dungendona View profile dungendona
Published 23rd February 2014 2:24pm
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2014 10:55am
22nd Jun 2014 10:55am
invisable friend
There is two I call us old souls
Who we are is clueless differently the same
We do it with out notice
We play the same game
Never seeing what the other looks like
We are connected by a thing inside
Falling stars from the darkness
They are the clueless, we are the wise (asses)
Who we are is clueless differently the same
We do it with out notice
We play the same game
Never seeing what the other looks like
We are connected by a thing inside
Falling stars from the darkness
They are the clueless, we are the wise (asses)
751 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Jun 2014 1:15am
8th Jun 2014 1:15am
Self reflected (crypt comp)
I hold on tight to my little world
They spinning of my thoughts
I can not see in this darkness
I hear voices of many
The voice of my dry tears
The voices of Sister and sissy
Were alone, it has always been so
The voices of all we know
The voices of what we remember
My self, I still hear the security of them
They will be with mw all my days
I hear my Sisters voice everyday
We are together now - forever and a day.
They spinning of my thoughts
I can not see in this darkness
I hear voices of many
The voice of my dry tears
The voices of Sister and sissy
Were alone, it has always been so
The voices of all we know
The voices of what we remember
My self, I still hear the security of them
They will be with mw all my days
I hear my Sisters voice everyday
We are together now - forever and a day.
649 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
13th Apr 2014 8:37pm
13th Apr 2014 8:37pm
You know
What becomes, what does not
What is real, what is not
Is there a reason, is there an excuse
This, or that, What, what, what
Night terrors, day terrors,
Am I invisable, can I not be heard
Is there no meaning for me
Not you, or you, not a single word
I have made many mistakes
Your life, what about all you do
I am not kissing your ass
In fact, fuck you
What is real, what is not
Is there a reason, is there an excuse
This, or that, What, what, what
Night terrors, day terrors,
Am I invisable, can I not be heard
Is there no meaning for me
Not you, or you, not a single word
I have made many mistakes
Your life, what about all you do
I am not kissing your ass
In fact, fuck you
965 reads
6 Comments
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