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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
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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
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
16th Sep 2021 3:56pm
16th Sep 2021 3:56pm
spires of hell series
the deserted one chimes six o'clock
in her keening hours...break
the dawn sees her no more
torn asunder and cast into utter chaos
hungry from the cold she withers
her wisdom calculates her odds
the severity of her situation sits on her broken ribs
thrown into the black she screams
not in terror but defiance
the void listens to her screams charmed
a new darkling for the horde
adversaries rise to greet her
the damned love a newling
the host circles around her
surreal figures of doom ...
in her keening hours...break
the dawn sees her no more
torn asunder and cast into utter chaos
hungry from the cold she withers
her wisdom calculates her odds
the severity of her situation sits on her broken ribs
thrown into the black she screams
not in terror but defiance
the void listens to her screams charmed
a new darkling for the horde
adversaries rise to greet her
the damned love a newling
the host circles around her
surreal figures of doom ...
#dark
#gothic
#prose
635 reads
6 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
8th Dec 2022 2:57pm
8th Dec 2022 2:57pm
YOU ARE BABBLING (SHORT STORY SETTING)
#sex
#erotic
#fiction
#prose
#seductive
241 reads
3 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
Brinkton Fartentuaht
#narrative
#ShortStory
#prose
546 reads
0 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
adagio
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2021 5:25pm
22nd Dec 2021 5:25pm
Whimsy
It was a wistful longing for the night winds that had me pawing dark sensuality. As my breath condensate in a brume of sooted smoke from the nearby chimneys. And I grinning a grin of a harlequin. As I lit the gaslights, a choir in the distance harken a carol. "O come all ye faithful..."
Beneath my button britches, my manhood twitched, with Old Nick's itch. And with a glint in my monocle, I sauntered to her portal. In hopes to grovel in her skirts.
Forgoing my roguish behavior in spite of myself. While under the thumb of my gin and sweet bouquet of gorse from the meadows....
Beneath my button britches, my manhood twitched, with Old Nick's itch. And with a glint in my monocle, I sauntered to her portal. In hopes to grovel in her skirts.
Forgoing my roguish behavior in spite of myself. While under the thumb of my gin and sweet bouquet of gorse from the meadows....
#ShortStory
#prose
687 reads
0 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 00:30am
18th Apr 2024 00:30am
Crazy Love
Reading between the lines, she was out in left field and off the deep end,
grasping at straws to drink of a glass half empty.
grasping at straws to drink of a glass half empty.
#love
#metaphor
#morality
#philosophical
#prose
183 reads
2 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
24th Feb 2021 3:32am
24th Feb 2021 3:32am
The Dead Remembered
She remembered the hiding place
where she met her soulmate
the little hut at the cove
he had promised to wait
until she graduated
but he disappeared
she mourned him
and grieved for years
until she knew he had died
the sea roared angry
that day, his boat capsized
he drowned before saying goodbye
where she met her soulmate
the little hut at the cove
he had promised to wait
until she graduated
but he disappeared
she mourned him
and grieved for years
until she knew he had died
the sea roared angry
that day, his boat capsized
he drowned before saying goodbye
#fiction
#narrative
#prose
434 reads
2 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 00:22am
8th Dec 2024 00:22am
Why Do Recovering Alcoholics Love Diet Coke?
Mariah brings me carrots, and pasta, and money for thirty diet cokes, if I want.
She hugs me in her orange puffer coat, because she knows I have been scream crying
and bargaining with the universe, again. She’s been doing the same.
She grips me tightly and I cling to her, and we cast a spell that makes the five pm winter darkness
feel less like a life sentence.
Boys said they loved us and left. And that is the familiar knife we keep turning inside ourselves.
We give every twist a new name, but the hole looks the same.
I tell her that I hope they can...
She hugs me in her orange puffer coat, because she knows I have been scream crying
and bargaining with the universe, again. She’s been doing the same.
She grips me tightly and I cling to her, and we cast a spell that makes the five pm winter darkness
feel less like a life sentence.
Boys said they loved us and left. And that is the familiar knife we keep turning inside ourselves.
We give every twist a new name, but the hole looks the same.
I tell her that I hope they can...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#healing
#heartbroken
#prose
68 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 11:51pm
25th Sep 2024 11:51pm
journey completed
fed up with people calling whatever
happens to them a journey
and agree with the bloke in the pub
who says what the f*ck even for
me it’s far too early to get drunk and ordinarily
I prefer to remain seated
happens to them a journey
and agree with the bloke in the pub
who says what the f*ck even for
me it’s far too early to get drunk and ordinarily
I prefer to remain seated
#prose
65 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
20th Jul 2024 3:17pm
20th Jul 2024 3:17pm
Just curious
So I keyed in -
" The evil trump has done ". ai provided ALL the rest
Based on the search results, here are some instances where Trump’s
actions, words, or policies have been described as “evil” or exhibiting
harmful, intolerant, and divisive behavior:
Fostering a culture of intolerance and prejudice: Trump supporters’ emails
and statements showcased a deep-seated fear and dislike of people of color,
immigrants, and those perceived as “other.”
This rhetoric has been linked to a rise in hate crimes and discrimination. ...
" The evil trump has done ". ai provided ALL the rest
Based on the search results, here are some instances where Trump’s
actions, words, or policies have been described as “evil” or exhibiting
harmful, intolerant, and divisive behavior:
Fostering a culture of intolerance and prejudice: Trump supporters’ emails
and statements showcased a deep-seated fear and dislike of people of color,
immigrants, and those perceived as “other.”
This rhetoric has been linked to a rise in hate crimes and discrimination. ...
#corruption
#HumanRights
#politics #prose
#politics #prose
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