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    Cry Baby

    Perhaps you have a faucet in your eyes.And people twist it.Emotions you recognize. But not explain or apologize.And so they call you,cry baby.For your tears and eyes oh so blue. You've lost all your friends,that's true.You tell yourself, it's them,not you.Because...

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    I hate sexting

    I hate sexting.We used to love sexting.I thought I’d give it another try.I sent her a text that goes like this:“My back is hurting me, I need a massage.Do we still have some massage oil?Or shall I buy some...

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    Left Busted, Broken, And Blind

    Restless nights miles from sleepWitnessing the light fading fastWithout reward the price is steepCan’t outrun this troubled past Once crippled with silent ragePinned beneath a heavy stoneBattered heart in a dusty cageDesperate days spent all alone Hateful acts forged in painA...

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    • Fantastic, Damian.

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

        Damian

    • This is a dark piece, but it is really good. Thank you for sharing it.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I know it’s kinda dark, it came out of nowhere. lol. I’m in a good mood still. Appreciate you, cuz.

        Damian

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Peter. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Well look at you being all dark after Christmas:)
      Each section had its own dark point of view.
      I really enjoyed the stanza about evil hiding in the mundane
      It reminds me of the saying in the Bible. Idle hands are the devils workshop.

      Great piece amigo!

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Adel. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Also my favorite stanza as well. I was kinda going for the idle hands vibe. Wasn’t meaning to be dark at all, this write came out of nowhere. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • hello dearest Damian very darkly powerful ❤️

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Brenda. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Fantastic piece of dark poetry my friend. Wonderfully executed.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It certainly spawned out of nowhere. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Heavy hitting vibe, bro This moves the mind down some chambers

      Much respect

      Naaj

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Naaj. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Sometimes you gotta just roll with the punches. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • A bittersweet piece, so beautiful and sad! I am glad that you reassured us that you are doing well , dear Damian!

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Elke. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Well I didn’t want anyone worrying about me, and I was happy while I wrote it. It’s kinda like a rain storm while the sun is still shining kinda vibe going on here. So bittersweet fits it perfectly. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • This reads like a slow descent through psychological aftermath—the kind that doesn’t announce itself loudly but corrodes over time. The imagery stays grounded while the emotion escalates, especially the idea of evil hiding in the mundane. Quiet, heavy, and effective.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Thomas. So glad you connected with the write my friend. You got all that out of this write? lol. I’m just joshing you. Seriously though, your commentary really means a lot to me as well as your continued support my friend. You’re a gifted writer and I’m a fan of yours as well. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • I can see why others see this is dark, but I read it more as a reflective piece on darker moments. Like sitting under moonlight and remembering full darkness of troubled days…having just enjoyed the warmth of a fire and full spirit. There are definitely elements that lean into darker aspects, but if we’re not peering into those corners, are we really paying attention, or are we just living in denial? To be all sunshine and daisies in the current environment is pure folly. I don’t see dark, I see the shadows that follow us wherever we go. The hope that we still find light. Follow that muse where it takes you, my friend. It never leads you astray

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I always enjoy your commentary, this one is reflective in a sense. Darkness does hide in those corners always lurking in shadow and watching our every move. To believe it doesn’t exist is denial I agree 100% Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • this is extraordinarily noir if you don’t mind me saying .. just saying .. Neville

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Neville. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I don’t mind you saying at all, that’s cool with me. Thanks for your continued support. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    100% Genuine

    I feel waves come crashing inand i think i've lost againit all seems too depressingthe world looks like it's rottingoutside these wallsit's a cold cold placebut still i find sanctuarythe time where life isn't so scaryit's you that holds...

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    • Beautifully penned, Nick. A very heartfelt write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Sounds like you’ve got yourself a touchstone. When the world rolls heavy on you, she’s the solid that makes it bearable. Beautiful, my friend

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    Drop Dead,It's Fucking Hilarious

    So senorita,   lay turkey under tinsel  and tell me, whose ashes are those?    Beyond the cracked urn  I can sniff Lori’s death as cocaine,  darling, my heart remains the  trampoline before your fatal fall    So senorita  I can hear your pulse behind the tapas  who was that man who left you alone in Wales?    Podria amarte?  could I ever....  there is another  a Mother for my  foster kids who...

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    • Dear R,

      For me, in this moment I feel as though in this write, I can hear and feel the pain of loss and missing someone so much every muscle hurts. It’s a beautiful piece of love and doing ones best to keep moving along. H 🌷

      • You are a diamond H. I just wish you believed in yourself a liitle bit more. Of course I have moved on, but I still climb into an empty bed. Someone whispered a secret to me – they told me Bruges is so romantic in the spring

        What a Xmas day that was. My niece is so blonde and attractive and some twat couldn’t keep his hands to himself. No one, and I mean no one, fucks with my family. He was a short little prick (and I never use height as a bully boy tactic) but boy, he got it. My Dad would have been proud of me. End of.

        Nothing more to write Hon. xx

    • I’m a sucker for people who split Spanish and English.
      So this write was a pleasant surprise!
      The whole poem is a gem but the ending is perfection:)

      Merry Christmas 🎄

    • Let it out, Rob. The grief subsides, but the hole remains. We try to find a corner of our soul to store such things in, because they aren’t going away. So, we adjust. Writing is and always will be a tonic for us. You make a good medicine man.
      I had a horrible habit of sticking up for anyone that needed it, back in the day. All the younger years of fighting my brother, I didn’t realize at first how good I was at it. Nowadays I have to be smarter. I’m older, etc. But… LOL
      I loved your write. The capacity to find the words to convey your thoughts isn’t always easy. But you found a way, with a great result. Write on.

      • You totally get me Mark. I’m 56 now and do I ever learn? Probably not. I have a huge scar over my eye and my dear Mam always told me to look in the mirror and learn. God love her, but I never did. Welsh Rob

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