Prose Seeking Honest Critique
#prose
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:31am
Yesterday 9:31am
Peace Of Mind
I’m Damian, I’m a Starving Artist. Which I think is a good thing, folks. First I should clarify that I’m not literally starving. I simply mean my creativity doesn’t pay the bills. I sometimes believe I wouldn’t have it any other way. Other times, well of course I wondered what that might be like.
But fame seems hollow to me. It’s when bad shit can happen at any given moment. I got a friend of mine who asked if given the opportunity to monetize, Backstage, would I do it?
First off, he’s putting the cart before the horse. Secondly, I think having ads and...
But fame seems hollow to me. It’s when bad shit can happen at any given moment. I got a friend of mine who asked if given the opportunity to monetize, Backstage, would I do it?
First off, he’s putting the cart before the horse. Secondly, I think having ads and...
#prose
44 reads
7 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 5:59am
16th Dec 2024 5:59am
SpotLight - Pete_25
Welcome back to SpotLight, I’m Damian DeadLove. Got another great episode tonight, that I hope you’ll enjoy. This interview segment is meant for the DU community, as a way to get to know about the poet/poetess behind the writes.
Our guest tonight is a poet who lives across the pond, who happens to share a hometown with the Fab Four. That town is, Liverpool, folks. He’s been a member here since, September of 2024. He’s a brilliant writer with a rapid-fire delivery, that manages to stay silky smooth with his rhyme and flow, while charming us with clever wordplay and wit. I’m...
Our guest tonight is a poet who lives across the pond, who happens to share a hometown with the Fab Four. That town is, Liverpool, folks. He’s been a member here since, September of 2024. He’s a brilliant writer with a rapid-fire delivery, that manages to stay silky smooth with his rhyme and flow, while charming us with clever wordplay and wit. I’m...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#prose
67 reads
8 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 11:21pm
15th Dec 2024 11:21pm
The Reawakening of Shar
The beginning of my beginning
You know I should be crying and in hysterics like the women I am tied to at the moment. I should be feeling something for my impending death, but I feel tired. Tired of pretending to be something that I am not. I'm tired of hiding what I can do from these narrow-minded people who think that their God would condone what they are doing. Yeah, enough is enough of living with these self-righteous assholes.
“Excuse me, everyone. I would like to say something before you commence and burn me at the stake.”
The crowd became hushed....
You know I should be crying and in hysterics like the women I am tied to at the moment. I should be feeling something for my impending death, but I feel tired. Tired of pretending to be something that I am not. I'm tired of hiding what I can do from these narrow-minded people who think that their God would condone what they are doing. Yeah, enough is enough of living with these self-righteous assholes.
“Excuse me, everyone. I would like to say something before you commence and burn me at the stake.”
The crowd became hushed....
#prose
75 reads
20 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 9:44am
25th Nov 2024 9:44am
Hope
It occurs to me that I’ve gotten old, perhaps even out of touch. Every generation eventually gets put out to pasture, and their ideas die with them. It’s nature, it’s the ebb and flow of progress. Time passes us by and we have to pass the torch to the future.
The only problem is the human psyche doesn’t wanna let go of being relevant. Because they would then have to face mortality. Don’t believe me? Two words. “Baby Boomers” them some people who don’t wanna let go. I jest. lol. I shouldn’t say it that way though, because when using blanket statements it comes off as arrogant...
The only problem is the human psyche doesn’t wanna let go of being relevant. Because they would then have to face mortality. Don’t believe me? Two words. “Baby Boomers” them some people who don’t wanna let go. I jest. lol. I shouldn’t say it that way though, because when using blanket statements it comes off as arrogant...
#prose
123 reads
12 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 9:52am
24th Nov 2024 9:52am
Trodden Paths Not In Vain
"Paint in silence”
“The Weight of Temp”
Colour your canvas and spill your Art
shake and awaken many a heart
Untether your soul
from your whole
escape mundane and time
and let your brush rhyme
Have Man radiate
pour oil colours on his trait
Carve his seized dreams
and his insight of flowing streams
Let me read his cry of birth
and see the drops of tears on earth
A valiant core, the shell is worn
could not be broken, though torn
You display a challenging stand
behind a back forced to bend ...
“The Weight of Temp”
Colour your canvas and spill your Art
shake and awaken many a heart
Untether your soul
from your whole
escape mundane and time
and let your brush rhyme
Have Man radiate
pour oil colours on his trait
Carve his seized dreams
and his insight of flowing streams
Let me read his cry of birth
and see the drops of tears on earth
A valiant core, the shell is worn
could not be broken, though torn
You display a challenging stand
behind a back forced to bend ...
#art
#beauty
#FreeVerse
#humankind
#prose
67 reads
6 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 8:08pm
22nd Nov 2024 8:08pm
Bring To Light a Hidden and Silent Life
There was a serene beauty prevailing around her as she everyday trod the path to work.. She looked so absorbed in her own thoughts that one might not spot the mysterious and cloudy stare into her eyes..
She knew her way to home and work by heart.. she seemed to be in a perfect tune with time and place.. all her movements appeared to be synchronized with the tempo of the sounds surrounding her..
Such a harmonious living human being! If only one could step into her world and bring to light her hidden and silent life!
Of those who watched her from afar would...
She knew her way to home and work by heart.. she seemed to be in a perfect tune with time and place.. all her movements appeared to be synchronized with the tempo of the sounds surrounding her..
Such a harmonious living human being! If only one could step into her world and bring to light her hidden and silent life!
Of those who watched her from afar would...
#beauty
#haiku
#LifeChangingMoment
#prose
#WritingPoetry
60 reads
2 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 8:27am
13th Nov 2024 8:27am
Much Obliged
You know I haven’t written in a collaboration since close to two years ago. I’ve said many times on here I used to do a lot of songwriting with an old buddy until we had a falling out. Then there was getting healthy, and ending the long journey with booze. Then I came here to DU. And started over, took a chance I still could do this thing it is we do. I watch to many mobster movies, I know. lol.
Collaborations are an art form in my opinion. It requires trust and compromise, a certain etiquette that writer’s often possess and share in each other’s company. Because from one...
Collaborations are an art form in my opinion. It requires trust and compromise, a certain etiquette that writer’s often possess and share in each other’s company. Because from one...
#confessional
#prose
143 reads
24 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 11:28pm
11th Nov 2024 11:28pm
a Priestess
the trance triggers memories
powerful feelings overcome
in my midnight hours yearn
burning with passion
I can't explain my deep need
sorrow festers and I seek the sun
sadness comes with the rain
the grey overwhelms
it hangs over me heavy
I must touch blue
kissing the angels I rise
a cloud floating alone
the winds carry my soul far away
lilting on the breeze
across the desert
where I touch down
the sun is life and death here
still, I worship the sun
my body falters and I have...
powerful feelings overcome
in my midnight hours yearn
burning with passion
I can't explain my deep need
sorrow festers and I seek the sun
sadness comes with the rain
the grey overwhelms
it hangs over me heavy
I must touch blue
kissing the angels I rise
a cloud floating alone
the winds carry my soul far away
lilting on the breeze
across the desert
where I touch down
the sun is life and death here
still, I worship the sun
my body falters and I have...
#love
#prose
58 reads
2 Comments
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 6:25am
24th Oct 2024 6:25am
Seeds
The bee and the flower, how could either know
that because of their little dance the world lives?
Writing words is like waxing one’s carrot, to borrow from a colorful George Carlin metaphor. One sees something and it sets off a spark in the loins. What are words on a page but the end result of the same spark? and what is a sperm cell that is produced without first being a very pleasant hit of dopamine .
This is our process, displayed through a billion variations on the same life-giving theme and force.
But for every word written in this single suspended...
that because of their little dance the world lives?
Writing words is like waxing one’s carrot, to borrow from a colorful George Carlin metaphor. One sees something and it sets off a spark in the loins. What are words on a page but the end result of the same spark? and what is a sperm cell that is produced without first being a very pleasant hit of dopamine .
This is our process, displayed through a billion variations on the same life-giving theme and force.
But for every word written in this single suspended...
#philosophical
#prose
#StreamOfConsciousness #symbolism
#StreamOfConsciousness #symbolism
73 reads
0 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 8:07am
5th Oct 2024 8:07am
Just My Opinion
My mind can only take so much input before I have to rant it out. I try not to complain because I chose to be informed, and make it part of my writing style. That’s on me, and I’m too old to learn any new tricks it appears. I’m beginning to think I’m just a glutton for punishment.
I’m kinda glad I never made it to the big time, when it comes to music. The whole Diddy thing is really exposing the underbelly of the music industry. I knew there was always a dark and secretive side of the business, but some of the things that’s been spilled made me come to one conclusion. “The...
I’m kinda glad I never made it to the big time, when it comes to music. The whole Diddy thing is really exposing the underbelly of the music industry. I knew there was always a dark and secretive side of the business, but some of the things that’s been spilled made me come to one conclusion. “The...
#prose
192 reads
16 Comments
jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 8:53am
4th Oct 2024 8:53am
What Lonely, Hopeless Alphas Don't Understand
Imagine this: you're living alone, you begin to think of companionship and simply not being alone. Your goal is to be honest about who you are and to be accepted for the shortcomings you are working towards fixing. So, alone you stay, making a space you can love so you may have one to learn how to love yourself, and you learn. Little by little, you learn how to make yourself feel secure and safe. You do so by being financially responsible enough to live a life that gives you freedom to do what you want. Your bills aren't just manageable, they're almost nonexistent with no credit card balances...
#hypocrisy
#men
#prose
#women
#dating
113 reads
3 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
30th Sep 2024 7:30am
30th Sep 2024 7:30am
Roth-ism
I don’t know if this story will have any legs to it when it comes to an underlying meaning, like I usually strive for. Sometimes I need to dial things back or I’ll go crazy writing about the state of the world. It needs to be fun, something to lighten the mood. Like cracking a joke can sometimes relieve tension. You follow?
I would tell a joke, but all of mine are dirty and my humor might be to crude for some. So I’ll travel the safer road and not risk offending anyone.
If you’ve been following any of my stories, you know I once was in a couple of...
I would tell a joke, but all of mine are dirty and my humor might be to crude for some. So I’ll travel the safer road and not risk offending anyone.
If you’ve been following any of my stories, you know I once was in a couple of...
#prose
157 reads
15 Comments
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