i am Dags
@iamdags.bsky.social
I am a musician and poet from South Jersey whose work delves into introspection, doubt, and the human experience. However skewed my views may be, they culminate what it is to be me.
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I know antifa isn't a real organization because I don't get 40 texts a week from them asking for donations.
September 22, 2025 at 11:21 PM
I know antifa isn't a real organization because I don't get 40 texts a week from them asking for donations.
I haven't shared a poem or music in over 2 months. Not sure anyone cares either. Nevertheless, I released this a couple of weeks ago. Enjoy
Lonely Soul
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September 23, 2025 at 12:54 PM
I haven't shared a poem or music in over 2 months. Not sure anyone cares either. Nevertheless, I released this a couple of weeks ago. Enjoy
Life feels pointless—
A breath cursed
And justified by fragile purpose.
You age into loneliness,
Stare into coffee,
Regret every word.
Rage silent,
Sincerity rare.
Your note revealed it:
We never reached the stars. Now, just flesh, bone,
And fading sympathy remains.
#vss365
#poem
#poetry
A breath cursed
And justified by fragile purpose.
You age into loneliness,
Stare into coffee,
Regret every word.
Rage silent,
Sincerity rare.
Your note revealed it:
We never reached the stars. Now, just flesh, bone,
And fading sympathy remains.
#vss365
#poem
#poetry
July 21, 2025 at 4:02 PM
From the child it is clear
That their elders are Generally careless.
Wearing their youth
In a larger suit.
Not on the left
Nor on the right.
No direction
Shows approval.
This is how
We perform existence
With little knowledge
Of our destination.
We receive nothing
But silent applause.
#poetry
#poem
That their elders are Generally careless.
Wearing their youth
In a larger suit.
Not on the left
Nor on the right.
No direction
Shows approval.
This is how
We perform existence
With little knowledge
Of our destination.
We receive nothing
But silent applause.
#poetry
#poem
June 19, 2025 at 4:55 PM
We dreamt of deep caverns,
Shielded from light,
Guided by unseen wisdom.
We turn inward to survive, Shaping futures
We don’t yet grasp.
But when we return,
All is changed—
Displaced by insight,
Left with only
The will to carry on,
Riding the echoes
Of greater souls.
#vss365
#poem
#poetry
Shielded from light,
Guided by unseen wisdom.
We turn inward to survive, Shaping futures
We don’t yet grasp.
But when we return,
All is changed—
Displaced by insight,
Left with only
The will to carry on,
Riding the echoes
Of greater souls.
#vss365
#poem
#poetry
June 18, 2025 at 2:34 PM
My head is blank.
Once life felt like a puzzle.
Now it makes sense,
But thoughts come slow.
I chase the focus I once had, Grasping for flow.
Men grow on knowledge,
Yet I stall.
In dreams, we fly.
We are heroes in sleep,
Blind to the wounded
Soul inside,
Waiting to be seen.
#poem
#poetry
Once life felt like a puzzle.
Now it makes sense,
But thoughts come slow.
I chase the focus I once had, Grasping for flow.
Men grow on knowledge,
Yet I stall.
In dreams, we fly.
We are heroes in sleep,
Blind to the wounded
Soul inside,
Waiting to be seen.
#poem
#poetry
May 12, 2025 at 12:45 PM
I call her
My heroine
Of the vanishing.
I pay the price
To smell her flower,
Trying to keep
The scent in my mind,
But the flower withers
And the scent turns sweet.
Into my nose,
Into my mind:
Sweet.
In my soul
I can feel
This abundant light
#promoting
Completeness unknown.
#vss365
#poem
#poetry
My heroine
Of the vanishing.
I pay the price
To smell her flower,
Trying to keep
The scent in my mind,
But the flower withers
And the scent turns sweet.
Into my nose,
Into my mind:
Sweet.
In my soul
I can feel
This abundant light
#promoting
Completeness unknown.
#vss365
#poem
#poetry
April 22, 2025 at 7:00 PM
I call her
My heroine
Of the vanishing.
I pay the price
To smell her flower,
Trying to keep
The scent in my mind,
But the flower withers
And the scent turns sweet.
Into my nose,
Into my mind:
Sweet.
In my soul
I can feel
This abundant light
#promoting
Completeness unknown.
#vss365
#poem
#poetry
My heroine
Of the vanishing.
I pay the price
To smell her flower,
Trying to keep
The scent in my mind,
But the flower withers
And the scent turns sweet.
Into my nose,
Into my mind:
Sweet.
In my soul
I can feel
This abundant light
#promoting
Completeness unknown.
#vss365
#poem
#poetry
The moment we come to be
We cry that we're born
Upon this great stage of fools
That's built upon the labor of life's scorn.
But we're made of brighter things.
We live to grasp the brass ring.
Oh, take the carousel home and call in the morn’.
#originalmusic
#diymusic
#musiciansky
#synths
We cry that we're born
Upon this great stage of fools
That's built upon the labor of life's scorn.
But we're made of brighter things.
We live to grasp the brass ring.
Oh, take the carousel home and call in the morn’.
#originalmusic
#diymusic
#musiciansky
#synths
Misfit
Dags · Menagerie · Song · 2025
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March 4, 2025 at 4:17 PM
The moment we come to be
We cry that we're born
Upon this great stage of fools
That's built upon the labor of life's scorn.
But we're made of brighter things.
We live to grasp the brass ring.
Oh, take the carousel home and call in the morn’.
#originalmusic
#diymusic
#musiciansky
#synths
We cry that we're born
Upon this great stage of fools
That's built upon the labor of life's scorn.
But we're made of brighter things.
We live to grasp the brass ring.
Oh, take the carousel home and call in the morn’.
#originalmusic
#diymusic
#musiciansky
#synths
Before everyone commits their sin,
Why don't we admit we cannot swim
In this shallow puddle we call time.
#originalmusic
#diymusic
#musiciansky
#synths
Why don't we admit we cannot swim
In this shallow puddle we call time.
#originalmusic
#diymusic
#musiciansky
#synths
Confabulation
Dags · Menagerie · Song · 2025
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February 27, 2025 at 1:45 PM
Before everyone commits their sin,
Why don't we admit we cannot swim
In this shallow puddle we call time.
#originalmusic
#diymusic
#musiciansky
#synths
Why don't we admit we cannot swim
In this shallow puddle we call time.
#originalmusic
#diymusic
#musiciansky
#synths
All my life
I have defaulted
To these excuses,
Forgiving everything
That is done unto me.
On late nights
I travel home,
I reflect
On every second of the day
Dividing good fom evil.
The passing lights
Flicker a message
Of love indescribable.
Blinded by the illusion.
#vss365
#poem
#poetry
I have defaulted
To these excuses,
Forgiving everything
That is done unto me.
On late nights
I travel home,
I reflect
On every second of the day
Dividing good fom evil.
The passing lights
Flicker a message
Of love indescribable.
Blinded by the illusion.
#vss365
#poem
#poetry
February 19, 2025 at 1:55 PM
A witness to the mess all night long.
We separate as if to right a wrong.
It is evident that we are lost
In this wilderness so what's the cost?
#originalmusic
#diymusic
#musiciansky
#synths
We separate as if to right a wrong.
It is evident that we are lost
In this wilderness so what's the cost?
#originalmusic
#diymusic
#musiciansky
#synths
Writing On the Wall
Dags · Menagerie · Song · 2025
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February 13, 2025 at 5:00 PM
A witness to the mess all night long.
We separate as if to right a wrong.
It is evident that we are lost
In this wilderness so what's the cost?
#originalmusic
#diymusic
#musiciansky
#synths
We separate as if to right a wrong.
It is evident that we are lost
In this wilderness so what's the cost?
#originalmusic
#diymusic
#musiciansky
#synths