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    The Pastic Life

    There was this woman whoI used to know.She wore cardigans andglasses, and she hada smile that wouldchill a penguin.She loved to build things.One gray winter night,she built a house ofdelusions.There were no mirrors,and everything wasplastic.The couch,the bedthe sex,the laughter,the...

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  • Marching To The Grave

    i will embrace deathwith open armsslowly losing my breathfleeing from all harmsend me on my waylet’s march to the gravetake my meaningless life awaythere’s nothing left to save what is the meaning of lifeto live is to die marching to the...

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    • We’re all marching to the grave. Great piece my friend.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. We are heading that way, but this was written in the angst of my teenage world. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • The seventeen-year-old you were going through it. This is really good to be penned at 17

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I went through it many times in this life, but the teenage angst in me always went for the jugular. lol. Well, 17 year old me smiled inside, and said thank you. He never thought he was the bees knees if you know what I mean. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Superb work. Powerful.

    • Shades of the future Damian DeadLove. 🔥

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Alexandria. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Teenage angst sometimes made up for the lack of experience I had when it came to writing back then. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Pretty deep thought for a 17yo to be considering the inevitability of death. Seems the art of poetry & philosophy started young for you. In my experience the general emo trends of the 90’s facilitated my poetic curiosity. It’s fun to read my own teenage writes but I’ve not been brave enough to share from that far back even with editing. 😝 ha! I didn’t have your level of skill at 17, though. Kudos!

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Ruby. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I was pretty angry at the world at 17, not that my attitude has improved much since those days, as far as the world is concerned. I started at 14 or 15 yrs old. I would turn 18 a couple of months after writing this one. I started out trying to write Hair Metal lyrics, they were horrible and I would never share them with anyone. We all start somewhere, Ruby. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you dig the lyrics my friend. I just realized today that I was better than I gave myself credit for, I’m my own worst critic. lol. I think all writers are that way though, we hold ourselves to our own high standards. My biggest problem was I never took time to appreciate what I was doing, that’s something maturity brings for sure. Thanks for your continued support. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • From our first breath until the last, we’re marching to the grave. But what we do in the interim…ah, that’s where it gets interesting. I did a quick math check & it tells me that I am only 5 years older than you. I remember these feelings at that age. A friend once told me “Girl, you do morbid so well!” Even at 17 you had vision & rhythm. And the evolution was so worth the journey to who you are, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with these old lyrics my friend. No way, everybody used to say that about me as well. I was morbid or dark, because I questioned authority or why us humans do what we do. Glad to know I wasn’t alone my friend. You’re much too kind, but it’s nice to hear anyhow. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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  • It's June 9th, National Sex Day

    A woman named Bo N. Herr decided to open her doorShe needed tampons & batteries at the local store She decided to walk, it was a gorgeous spring dayHer period was heavy, she was in a lot of pain Why she...

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  • Another Point Of View

    rejected and dissected borderline ground zero tell me your secret the one that controls you foreign and domestic corrupted mass transit anger shapes the truth of a man’s revolution   simple and persistent evading the conclusion one of memory and this drastic state   silent the movement a constricting dream i’m growing outward bathed in the...

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    • Powerful words, Damian! Especially in these weird times, your words seem to be at least as meaningful as 11 years ago. A great and timeless work!

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

        Damian

    • Still very relevant to these times. It’s always a trip to look back and see how similar things can be.

      Great ink

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Nick. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It is strange looking back and seeing how similar things are. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • I could speak volumes on this. I know who controls *everything*
      Your insight is intriguing.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Alexandria. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I have a feeling I know who controls everything as well. Thanks for your continued support, it means a lot to me. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • As Sappho mentioned, this is timeless work. Great job Damian.

    • Man i love this Damian, I could conversate on topics like this forever. Brilliant write friend…

    • Do you ever go back & read old writings & wonder how things change so much & yet it’s still the same? You could have written this yesterday & it would still be as relevant as it was then. Viewed from an introspective perspective, this is a hammer. In regards to the world, my friend, you’re a prophet

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with these old lyrics my friend. It’s haunting sometimes, actually. Especially when I think of where my life was at in 2014. I was an alcoholic whose day were numbered if something didn’t change. This was kinda a short lived hope spot. The idea of working with J.J. again, always brought my spirts up. We never got creative closure because we were always so far away from each other. Doesn’t look like it will ever happen, life gets in the way. We still talk to this day. That may have been the nicest compliment ever, the whole prophet angle, it means a lot to me my friend. Thank you! and Appreciate you.

        Damian

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