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LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: May 12
LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: May 12
Damian is my name and South London, UK is where I reside as a slave to literature. Inspiration, my Slave Master, has been whipping me (hence me standing against the wall, waiting to recieve my next lash!) since September 2006 to write Complex Creatures (www.complexcreatures.com), a dark, urban gritty tale.
Inspiration is relentless in her pursuit for maximum creativity. She also makes me write poetry. You will not be surprised when I tell you that the site, to promote it, was built on blood, sweat and tears:
www.poetryofmine.co.uk
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Is it worth it? A thief in the night takes something that belongs to you, To chase or not to chase? Indeed, that is the question. You give chase but at what cost, is it worth it? A family member abuses the fact that you are related, Always testing your patience, always testing your kindness. Yes, we know blood is thicker than water but is it worth it? Stuck in a job that you cannot stand but it pays the bills. You hate being there. Most days your soul feels trapped. Nonsense! We all have choi...
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X Not a day goes by that I don’t hear about an X. Not the letter but the kind that gets you vex. I think, by now, everyone of us has had one. That fact we have means we had enough. How can two people who start out so in love, End up individuals that are bitter and twisted? How can a person that says they love you, End up, loving, causing you so much pain? An X can affect your future, as they are your past, Making it hard for your new love to enter your heart. Why do so many of us fall for tha...
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Dagger If you gave a friend a dagger you wouldn’t expect this, You wouldn’t expect them to throw it deep in your heart. ‘How silly!’ you might say to give a friend such a thing. But he who loves unconditionally will always think to win. Some friends will say they are loyal and indeed they are. But when storms come will loyalty walk with you that far? I say, do not blame your friend. Instead try to understand, Why they made that decision, perhaps a of hostage chaos? Chaos makes you see negativ...
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Addiction Anyone who has had a true addiction will know, That you don’t get over it in one night, no, no, no! Sometimes it takes years, sometimes it takes months. But you can’t put a time on it. That much is for sure. But how do addictions start? They start off with a little. You try a little of what you love. Then you want more. A voice inside your head says, ‘everything in moderation.’ But you stop listening to the voice as the craving takes hold. Before you know it, you’re hooked. You’re i...
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‘It’s been two months now,’ said Carl to Scott Armstrong, his square-headed, Jekyll & Hyde friend. ‘I’d have thought she might have called by now. I hope she’s all right.’ Carl picked up his bottle of water and took a sip. ‘Well the Ol’ Bill seems to be keeping a good eye on her,’ said Scott. ‘Ol’ Bill?’ asked Carl with a look of confusion spread across his face. ‘Yeah, I saw some copper coming out ya ol’ place.’ ‘Copper? What did he look like?’ ‘The kind you wouldn’t wanna get left in the wa...
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Upon first reading your story, I thought the lion was being used in a metaphorical sense and the jungle being the City. Of course, reading on I discovered this was not so. I do like the fact that you used animals to convey significant morals (we’re never too old to learn or to be humbled and respect works two ways). However, I think you contradicted the virtue of humbleness. Towards the end of the story George says this: “Dad, you don’t know how much that means to me. You are the best father ...
The descriptions were so authentic that it makes me feel like going to Starbucks for a coffee and my favourite apple and cinnamon muffin (mmmm!) Your musical metaphors are injected in all the right places. Well done!
I love this poem. It’s innocent, sincere and hopeful. Good qualities in ourselves we sometimes do not see until another sees it and shows us. The mind, technically, can’t be seen but something tells me that ‘he’ saw it and fell in love.
This poem I would imagine is very personal and it must have taken a great deal of courage to write it. I like it from beginning to end.
My God! Harrowing! I’ve often wondered what it would be like to write a piece where someone being stabbed. I’ve thought, how can you write about something you’ve never experienced before? Is being stabbed something you’ve experienced or did you research it (i.e. asked someone who has been). A great mystery you’re developing. Up until this point the murder is very disturbing and sad. I’m not sure who I should really feel sorry for the husband, the wife or the person with the distorted voice. W...
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