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    Absence

    Absence As the flowers die,I replace them with imitations.Good fakes, that are impeccablefrom a few feet away.I spritzed them with perfumefrom a small bottle that you overlookedwhen you packed your things.And at first, the room smelledof new blooms, of hope.But into the second week,it reminded me of old womenand natty sweaters on a too warm day. I try to not go through our pictures,but I do. The red-light ones…I want to masturbate to them,to help with this loneliness.I try; Fumbling with my feeble erection.Failing, because there is no blood flowafter a broken heart.Even if I could cum, it’d be dust.I am only ancient these days. It’s not the house that’s crumbling.It’s me.The walls still stand.The windows still catch the light.But inside,there’s a collapse no one can see.I move through rooms like a shadowof someone I used to be.I touch things,to remind myself that I’m still here.But nothing touches back.Nothing smiles at my sighs. There’s a silence, that doesn’t comefrom the absence of sound.It comes from the absence of you.A silence that livesin the space between heartbeats.That void where your ownused to beat.I try to fill it with noise.With motion.I wave away those shadowsthat offer me embraces of cold.But I crumble in the shroud of loneliness,and it swallows me whole. I miss you in ways I can’t explain.Not just your voice, or your touch,but the way you made mefeel like I wasn’tjust passing through life.Now I’m in a room with no highlights. Memories are gray shadowsteasing me.I reach out, to the nothing.I grasp by the handfuls, your absence. ~~~

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    • That is just frikin brilliant….broken heart brilliant…..just plain bloody brilliant.
      I hope the writing is cathartic for you.
      Everything is impermanent…..stay calm and stay safe.

      • Well damn, thanks for that.
        It is creative writing. My private life is awesome!
        I tend to read others’ material, and it gives me ideas, visions, that help me create my own versions of what I read. Reading is a huge motivator to me. It’s fuel.
        thank you for the awesome comment. I spent a lot of thought into this write (not my norm, I usually write in a blur).

    • Extremely heartfelt poem only you could have written.

      • Mr Tim!
        It is heartfelt. it has to be in order to get the angst involved. ALthough it is not reflective of my life currently. (Thankfully!). I wanted it to have some emotional pain.
        Good to see ya, amigo.

    • Hey Fia!
      Well good then, because I was looking to make it gutting. Success?!
      I like wow’s. So thank you!

    • Beautifully penned, Mark. Into the book it belongs! The longing in this write is felt my friend, really pulled at these old heartstrings. Amazing write. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Hey Damian, how’s you?
        It’s been a while since I was in here, so I needed some impact to pay my dues here.
        This is what I picked.
        Thank you. I had been reading some great writes prior, and it compelled me to come up with something aching. This is the result. I’m appreciative of you letting me know that it succeeds.

    • This pulls at the heart and strings it till there is nothing left. Wow

    • No, it’s not reflective of your current life but what a write. The absence of a partner or loved one can really be felt when things get quiet. No laughter or anyone to take care of and vice versa. Life is meant to be shared. Loneliness sucks. But most of the time it’s only for a little while. People get on planes and stuff, you know, to visit. So hang in there buddy. I’m taking you to a rematch of miniature golf!!

      This is relatable to the world, especially after Covid. We still are struggling to get back to how it was:)

      • Hey. you did pretty good at putt-putt! And you got to see some gators up close. Small ones anyway.
        Its my turn to fly to you huh! We gonna putt-putt? Hmmm?
        This write is a bit about how it is when we are apart, but I cope well. I just have to play up the drama!
        Thanks for being you, and sharing the patience of distance with me.

    • It’s a doozy, I know. I meant it to be an ass kicker.
      (I’m liking that current avatar of yours! You look great!)
      Even if this isn’t an accurate portrayal of current events, it is relatable to many, if not all, a time or two. That’s what I was after.
      I don’t want to be stuck in one certain type of “fluffy” writing. Lol.
      Thanks btw. You keep kickin butt!

    • Man , does this hit home.
      I won’t name nameds to protect the innocent and the depraved but you lit it up Mark and I knocked them down with broken shot glasses and stains where they should be ….

      BIG

      RL AWARD if you will anyway …

      • Dude, this is not reflective of my current status. Me and Del are still living the dream, and trying to see each other as much as possible, considering the distance.
        This write is simply me being creative with how I see life during some situations. I don’t want to be too sappy with joy joy stuff too much. LOL. So I switch it up.
        I hope that it doesn’t hit too close to your home either!
        Thank you, too. I’m still trying to bring my A game where ever I post. Its good to know that it pays off.

    • Hello HHHHHHHH! LOL.
      How’s things?
      I’m just trying to come up with writes that can make people “see” and feel it. Yaknow?
      Thank you, too, for being here!!!

    • And yeah, I get dragged back to make my first comment at you trying to pull one.
      This was pretty brutal, and I was absolutely crazy about the way you paced it.
      Glad to hear there was nothing wrong in your personal life. This was a kickass write.
      As always.

    • once in awhile I can mimic the brutality of some of you better writers. It’s motivating actually. Your words are greatly missed young lady.
      Thanks, you.

    • This one hits hard where it hurts the most, heart, memory and soul. I love the depth, the raw honesty and all the unfathomable hope that lingers for a long, long time.
      Amazing spill.

    • Thanks Wally, it’s cool that you went back for this older one. I really wanted to express the ache of loneliness and how it guts us. I hope it works that way. Sometimes when we let the ideas brew in our heads awhile, it takes on a realistic vibe that we can perhaps truly feel once we write them down. Yeah?

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    Bad Choices

    Does it drive you mad deep inside? Knowing that I read through the lies It’s your tone the suggestion implied As darkness slowly claims your eyes   Eventually the wheels fall off the car Tired engine sputters going nowhere  Too busy wishing on some falling star Always...

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    • Written from the heart. Thank you for sharing Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Drieks. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It was from the heart, indeed. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Music, when being made, and left to people’s decisions, will always run into clashes between the makers of it. Sometimes it’s a clash of personalities, or other times some section of a song that’s causing derision. I once wrote an instrumental acoustic guitar song assuming it would go onto a CD we were making. The actual guitarist in the band used it for a limo ad he was making for a company.

      Music is a spiritual thing. It’s a shame when animosity develops over it.

      Good one, Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Tim. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That is some twisted shit to do to a bandmate. Sorry, that happened to you brother. When we were in sync, we were a really good team. Before all the manipulative games began, people change, not always for the better. Music is a spiritual thing, I agree. Thanks for sharing part of your story, Tim. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • When the passion is in the wrong place, nothing will ever reach the destination. I seriously with that album had come to fruition. I betcha one day he will too. Whether or not he ever acknowledges it…? What does one do when they realize they literally walked away from the talent? I would still love to have heard that album, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I wish the album came to fruition as well. I’ve always wondered will that day come, when he realizes that he ran from his talent as well. Most of all will he realize I was his biggest supporter, that I had his back, and if he believed half as much as I did he could have had his music heard. I’m more disappointed than anything, I guess. Thank you for your commentary, and for making me feel a little better my friend. I appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I like the ring of, “True DeadLove Style.” Thank you, it takes an authentic person to recognize another. Right back at you! Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    Hell on Wheels

    After lacing my running shoes,I strode down the sidewalklike a ship plowing through the sea.Five miles, I thought, do or die. In the distance, I heard the cara mile away tearing through streets. He was a nuisance.He drove a 1970 Chevrolet...

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    • Well, Damn, both things met their end. Very interesting poem. Nice;))

    • this reminds me of a pickup that used to race down my street you could hear him coming for miles but when he went by it was just a streak of an odd light I used to honestyly think it was Lucifer…it’s crazy…I really enjoyed this 💕

    • Brilliantly penned, Tim. Love the flow and the imagery my friend, amazing storytelling as well. What a waste of a classic machine, assholes find a way to ruin everything they touch. lol. I’m also a car guy. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    Father ’n Son

    One afternoon beneath a tree,my age no more than twenty-three,'pon Mary's supple, soft red cheekI placed a kiss that made me weak. In me, her charms endowed romancewith ev'ry quick, flirtatious glance.At every turn of every stroll,a kiss from her...

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    Obscure

    The joker’s always grinning He’s grinning at your pain Negative vibes are spinning Taking root inside your brain   A wicked sin turns violent When it’s got nothing pure Cold stare remaining silent Preferring to remain obscure      Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2024

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    • Nice rhythm love the joker in batman creation

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Joker, is pure madness. lol. Funny enough the first two lines came from lyrics to an old song that J.J. Burton and I wrote together. The rest of the words weren’t up to par. But always loved those first two lines. Appreciate you.

        Damian

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Adagio. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Welcome to Gotham, indeed. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Why so serious? Lol 🃏
      But seriously, this is very good, Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Alexandria. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Such an iconic Joker line. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It’s not really about the Joker, to be truthful. The first two lines are from an old song that was just a silly song that J.J. Burton and I penned the words to in like 1993. But I always liked the first two lines, so I just wrote something else to them. He mentioned the Joker because he was a fan, and I just used that to make the first two lines. lol. A little backstory for you, I always ramble on. lol. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • hello dearest Damian I really liked this one I guess the joker would kind of be Lucifer always laughing at peoples pain really your poem rocks as they do anyway 💕

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Brenda. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I think the joker could be Lucifer, but I was also thinking that darker side we all have inside. Really it could apply to any form of a personal demon, different to each person. Sorry for rambling. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • The first thought I have is a person or boss egging you on while you struggle.or just being smug. Laughing at your pain kinda thing.

      Great ink, friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Nick. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That’s also a possibility, it could kinda be that person that’s a thorn in my side. Great commentary. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • As usual, I may be reading this wrong. But I’m feeling a sense of apathy is just as deadly as hate/evil. Those who don’t speak up for others, give their silence as a voice to the bullies. It definitely has my mind going, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I can see that, you always have cool insight to the meaning, always enjoy your commentary. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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