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    Nothing's Good Anymore

    walking down the street isn't like it used to be the colors on buildings have dulled everyone's looking like zombies trying to find identity digging up relicsbut the soul is long gone it reflects in the day to day wearing clothes with no personality the mind always...

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    • Your words are from wisdom. I’m a bit older than you but I can identify with all you’ve said. Growing up for me saw some great music that was uplifting and fun. I hear todays music and it is so negative. I can see it affecting people around me. So much violence. There were always drugs when I was growing up and friends I know are suffering today from their effects.

      Life is fragile and dark today. We’ve had that in the past but there was never an internet so we weren’t as exposed to all the negativity and social media we have today. A lot of people are leaving it behind. Those zombies walking the streets should consider that to.

      Great write.

      • Social media is a unregulated poison. I don’t mind angry or sad music. Heck it’s the best way to get out my frustrations poetry wise. But when I think of todays music I don’t get it. It is nonsensical. I don’t know if it’s mad, sad, happy. All I hear is lazy garbage. As for when I was younger I did have a good sense of right and wrong. Unfortunately many friends and family didn’t. Drugs and partying… Being careless. It catches up to you if you don’t know how to moderate it.

        If I were to say what this generation feels to me, I think it seems like generation no identity. And that’s sad.

        Thanks for the read friend

    • I completely agree with this write. Everything is so turned up right now.
      I remember, back in the day, I used to be able to walk home after a movie with my friends as a kid.
      As an adult now, I wouldn’t even consider it. For me back then, nighttime had teenage magic in it. It was a time
      to be brave and do something daring, like sneak out to meet friends or go to a party, without getting outed by a post on Facebook. lol
      I enjoyed this, thanks for posting

      • I think the 80s and 90s were a time of over flowing creativity. Also a time of humanity. We could trust and be friendly without worrying about upsetting someone. Also some things we could all agreed with, like earth is round haha.

        Thanks for the read friend

    • Powerfully penned, Nick. I connect with this one my friend, I think anyone who has mileage in this life can relate. Excellent write. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Sure does feel different these days. I know the world changes and when we get older the world gets stranger. I just never thought it would become everything we were told was bad. Like having individuality is wrong now. Having emotions is wrong, having an opinion is wrong, and being creative is seen as unvaluable. It’s just bizarre to me

        Thanks for the read friend

    • I remember when expression was everything. In how we dressed, how we spoke, the music, the art. Seems like its seriously frowned upon now to step outside some vanilla lines and be unique. I’ll never fit normal, so I’m not bothered by the judgment. But the world does feel like its lost its lustre these days.

      • It does seem like there is some line. I can’t see it though. I never been good at limiting myself because of what others think. But image is everything to people these days. Stuff like tiktok is built off of attention starved people. It’s all about doing whatever it takes to get a cheap like. I honestly grew up being told people like that are pathetic. Now it’s seen as an accomplishment.

        Thanks for the read friend

    • Life is an incredible gift we all take for granted.

      Thanks for the read friend.

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    While Love Got Strangled

    just a permanent scab the one you constantly pick i’m the back you stab the one vice you can’t kick   everything feels so heavy with this weight i carry why don’t you tell me how i’m not so scary   unable to speak the truth so we repeat a...

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    • I’m big on the closing lines of a poem. What an impact they make. It’s the impression your reader walks away with, that stays in your head like a song you can’t shake. The lost loves and the unrequited loves are always on my hit list. You nailed this one, Damian…so good!

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Kelly. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I agree with you, coming from a lyrical background, I always love a good line. But the beginning and ending are very important indeed. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • This was hidden? Man, this was screaming to be let out. “No winners because the race was fixed.” Yup.
      This is a great piece, cuz

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I wrote this before joining DU. I love that line as well. It was screaming to be let out. Appreciate you, cuz.

        Damian

    • The last stanza is a real ass kicker! The rhyme scheme is cool too. It’s obvious that you care about your results. It shows in your craftings. This is thought provoking, but not heavy. Well done Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mark. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It was an ass kicker, I penned this during a time of self-therapy and reflection. I’ve always cared, always executing is another story. This was a cool discovery, because I had forgotten about it. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • I too enjoyed the rhyme scheme. Everyone can relate to this. We’ve all been there.
      When you both know it was over a few months back!
      Great write amigo!

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Adel. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It’s a relatable story indeed. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • wow dearest Damian so much power and passion in this I am floored ❤️great write…

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Brenda. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It was a very reflective time in my life to say the least. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Now aint that the truth so bloomin well poemed .. Say it like it is why don’tcha eh .. Great ink Damian & subsequently awarded Nev’s dubble 👍👍

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Neville. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Sometimes you gotta say it loud and proud. Honored to receive the dubble. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • This is dark, deep, and brilliant, Damian. I’m glad you dug it out of the vault! The honesty in this poem is cutting, and the final lines–“instead of owning we rented / while love got strangled” –are a phenomenal, memorable finish. A wicked good read.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Roma. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Those final lines are my favorite as well. It was penned in a time of self-reflection, and getting to really know myself. Without my addiction clouding my vision. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • “another moment dies”

      That’s the thing people lose sight of. Once the moment is gone…it’s gone. What we make of it bears a lot of weight. I’d rather carry honest weight than the baggage of pretense. I’m glad you found this one. It needed to breathe, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Spot on in your analysis as always, it did need to breathe a little. It was simmering on the stove in the word kitchen. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Damian, great rhyme and flow while delivering a strong message.
      Excellent work sir.

    • Hard hitting piece. So true my friend. kick-ass write Damian.

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    In blackened dreamsa mist descends from the hills Unsuspecting Only the dust moves,like a funeral veil of melancholy Sorrow The traveler of unknown plainsthrough darkness & light Confusion Flowers of desirable bloomLethal in touch and smell Death

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    In 2019 a man by the name of Rusty Trombone had a job scaring people at a haunted house.He was to scare people when they rode by on the back of a hay truck.Certain he can do it better,...

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