Dominik Drite : Writing

Honey, The Kids Are Robots

Honey, The Kids Are Robots

A Poem by Dominik Drite


Didn't your mother ever tell you to stick with the program?
Winter's Lament

Winter's Lament

A Poem by Dominik Drite


The first poem I've ever written Shakespearean style, but I'm confident enough to share it!
They're Here

They're Here

A Story by Dominik Drite


Riley gets a strange text in the middle of the night. What unfolds after receiving it was more than just unexpected.
Sour Secrets

Sour Secrets

A Poem by Dominik Drite


We suffocate on the secrets we refuse to tell anyone but ourselves.
The Great Dam

The Great Dam

A Poem by Dominik Drite


A child's love and pride is the most brittle thing you could ever hurt.
November 25th

November 25th

A Poem by Dominik Drite


The saddest day of the year...
The Perfect Little Girl

The Perfect Little Girl

A Poem by Dominik Drite


Every mother wants the perfect daughter.
The Lion Inside Of My Stomach

The Lion Inside Of My Stomach

A Poem by Dominik Drite


Have you ever felt like there's just a living breathing animal inside of you that wants to come out but it's too weak and too scared?
Listening

Listening

A Poem by Dominik Drite


Imagine hearing the screams of someone you know at night, only to turn around and see that person awake beside you, listening.
Black Flies

Black Flies

A Poem by Dominik Drite


I saw them today.