#DKMH podcast

[littledemon-lilith]

I could read Dacre’s poetry every single day 🖤

The day I met you, started like this

I had not yet discovered bliss

Blissfully awaiting that fateful date

Cruise through new streets,

Wide open tarmac

Leather back,

Youk trees, birds, seas

Take me back so I can hold it.

Valentine - Dacre Montgomery

[hellcheercaine]

Valentine

The day, I met you, ended like this

I turned to you and I put my hands on yours.

It was smooth like silk, warm like bed. I softened and moved towards your head.

I proclaimed my desire, like a Shakespearean fable

And then after merely a moment, I put everything on a table.

We kissed. It was simple, it was bliss.

You had me.

My heart was in your hand, before you could even understand.

- Dacre Montgomery (DKMH)

(made for the lovely seyloys)

[callmebrycelee]

MY MAN CRUSH MONDAY IS...DACRE MONTGOMERY

Dacre Kayd Montgomery-Harvey was born November 22, 1994 which makes him 25 years old and a Sagittarius. Dacre, born in Perth, Western Australia, is an actor. He is best known for portraying Jason Lee Scott, also known as the Red Ranger, in the 2017 film Power Rangers as well as Billy Hargrove in seasons 2 and 3 of Stranger Things. In addition to those roles, Dacre has been featured in the short films Betrand the Terrible and Godot’s Clinic and the Australian psychological horror film Better Watch Out. Dacre has a podcast called DKMH. Dacre can next be seen in the upcoming The Broken Heart Gallery. Dacre is 5 feet and 10 inches tall.

[shittyaestheticsloser]

[ Tears of Clinking Glasses as the Sun Sets ]

- DKMH

[hopperhargrove]

DKMH Podcast reached 1 million streams! Congratulations Dacre!!

[axe2amendedfence]

Valentine

By Dacre Montgomery

Land to sea,

Salt crust, high tea.

Twentieth day,

Thirty-three short.

Seeing you I came up short.

~

The day I met you, started like this.

I had not yet discovered bliss.

Blissfully awaiting that fateful date.

Cruise through new streets,

Wide open tarmac.  

Leather back,

Youk trees, birds, seas.

Take me back so I can hold it.

~

It is time,

Fine like sand.

It dances and falls through my hand.

Take me back so I can feel it.

Feel meeting a stranger.

I remember, is it the first house?

Houses one, two or three.

That one,

With white walls and green arches.

That one with a softness in its garden.

~

Tyres stop,

Engine hot.

Hands on the wheel and time stood still.

And then rushed forward.

The western sun spilt shadows across your lawn.

White door opened and I saw a perfect form.

‘Twas you.

I kept poised, profile forward.

Scared.

Can she see me?

My ifs and buts came to a halt,

Your hand cradled the door and then a jolt.

Open.

I saw your bronze skin in the door opening and in.

~

Leg first, white skirt.

Softening.

Without a word,

Without flirting you sank in.

Seats like buckets flowing over the brim.

Then ‘twas you.

Poised, profile forward.

Scared?

No.

You turn and you look me through.

I had never seen someone like you.

You pierced me in daggers of blue.

Topaz forest with a trillion cut edges.

The pressures of life, a four-sided diamond.

Earth’s rarest at a mere six inches from my ear.

Then she spoke.

Without a joke,

Or a moment of fear.

Though destiny had shown me her face,

I was stopped and stammered in this place.

I drove forward, not knowing exactly where it was,

Exactly that I was going to be going.

~

We travel through the day,

Making our way up the brown lines of the earth.

Exploring many areas,

Some new, some old.

We eat, bold.

Eyes locked in an unfamiliar mould.

I can’t peel away.

Like an orange citrus cracking under the pressure.

No.

You’re more like a sweet peach.

Nothing to measure.

Except sweet,

When our eyes meet.

To ask.

To wonder.

To fall.

What a day.

What a first day it has been,

For you and me.

~

Land to sea,

Salt crust, high tea.

Twentieth day,

Thirty-three short.

Seeing you I came up short.

~

The day I met you, ended like this.

I turned to you and I put my hand on yours.

It was smooth like silk,

Warm like bed.

I softened and moved towards your head.

I proclaim my desire like a Shakespearean fable.

And then after merely a moment,

I put everything on the table.

We kissed.

It was simple, it was bliss.

You had me.

My heart was in your hand,

Before you could even understand.

~

You’re a map,

Evil right up your back.

Toes to the top of the stack.

[daddydacremontgomery]

In Vitro

Man made myth. 

Man made legend.

Man made himself king.

Man made himself God,

And man killed man.

Strung him up,

Upon a cross.

He wakes in the middle of the night and his heart begins to fight with his mind.

The world shifts sand on a dune blows past

and cuts like a knife,

and then hits.

You can only stretch the truth so far before you no longer have control over the car.

Fallacy became reality, reality became sanity, sanity strain strain strained.

To maintain, his head.

Head was an atlas.

Atlas broke his spine and then it broke his mind.

I’m listening to the desert, but I’m not there.

There is far from here.

You are far from here.

Dopamine.

Produce too much, couldn’t let go of the high, was too high to say goodbye.

To the things, we had before they went.

My body is so spent.

Dripping sweat, kitchen sink, blood on my teeth.

Achin’ minds, splittin’ skulls, sleepless nights.

Trying to quell.

Quell what I got.

God given energy.

Lifeforce pumping through my bloodstream.

Red blood cells clot.

Stop.

It was all tangled in one place.

Nowhere to go, the pace has slowed.

Heartbeat stops.

A ticking clock.

Three cuckoos pass the cuckoo clock.

Stop.

Drop.

And roll.

Rolling from the fire, the fire is desire.

The desire is you.

I was selfish to a point, two years past ‘03.

Then I met you.

And it was you and me.

Bound hip, heart and hand.

Hand in hand, hand in the sand on a beach.

A mission in Cabana.

Havana, Havana, Havana.

And a cigar.

Tobacco is the smell of fire.

On your clothes, in you pores, it stores and stays.

Ringing in your ears outside a club, I can’t hear you, but I can see.

Clearly.

We eat, we fuck, we sleep.

Sleeping for the first time in a week.

Merged energy.

Energy is a collaboration three rings bound,

Without a sound.

Maleficent beauty.

Blonde cheeks.

Cheeks and then begins to speak.

Splitting sound.

Voice like butter baking a cake, three parts desire,

One part fire.

TLC, TLC.

No man created me.

Me is not form for society sake.

Not a pin-up.

Not a hunk, not junk.

And I’ve been sinking, sinking.

But I’m afloat now,

Jumping off the boat.

Two rhymes,

Sixteen bars,

A moment in time.

To free, to speak, to seek.

Seek guidance.

Water and spiders.

Spiders spying a spider.

Spiders inside of her,

Like a black hole.

Pasted and jaded.

Time has flown by

And memories faded.

It’s hard to walk, it’s hard to breathe.

It’s hard to talk.

The fallacy you made myth.

I turn legend.

It was all a lie from the beginning, I ain’t no legend.

You weren’t born.

C-Section, cut from the stomach of an IVF virgin turned myth, turned legend.

The world knows.

The world sees.

The world heralds a king.

And destroys the child.  

Man made myth.

Man made legend.

Man made himself king.

Man made himself God,

and man killed man

By: Dacre Montgomery, on his podcast DKMH

Stream it now on Spotify and Apple Podcasts

[whitesmokeblackash]

Dacre 🖤

[ramenkween]

If you’ve listened to the DKMH podcast then you just know that Dacre Montgomery’s voice is pure sex

[spicy-cannoli]

Me: I don’t like poetry

Dacre Montgomery: hold my beer

[incorectly]

Learn the Alphabet with Dacre Montgomery

Even though this trend is long gone :)

[homiehopperrr]

Valentine

Land to sea

Salt crust, high tea

Twentieth day,

Thirty-three short

Seeing you I came up short

The day I met you, started like this

I had not yet discovered bliss

Blissfully awaiting that fateful date

Cruise through new streets,

Wide open tarmac

Leather back,

Youk trees, birds, seas

Take me back so I can hold it

It is time,

Fine like sand

It dances and falls through my hand

Take me back so I can feel it

Feel meeting a stranger

I remember, is it the first house?

Houses one, two or three

That one,

With white walls, green arches

That one with a softness in its garden

Tires stop,

Engine hot

Hands on the wheel and time stood still

And then rushed forward

The western sun spilt shadows across your lawn

White door opened and I saw a perfect form

‘Twas you

I kept poise, profile forward

Scared

Can she see me?

My ifs and buts came to a halt,

Your hand cradled the door and then a jolt

Open

I saw your bronze skin in the door opening and in

Leg first, white skirt

Softening

Without a word,

Without flirting you sank in

Seats like buckets flowing over the brim.

Then ‘twas you

Poised, profile forward

Scared?

No.

You turn and you look me through

I had never seen someone like you

You pierced me in daggers of blue

Topaz forest with a trillion cut edges

The pressures of life, has forced out a diamond

Earth’s rarest at a mere six inches from my ear

Then she spoke

Without a joke,

Or a moment of fear

Though destiny had shown me her face,

I was stopped and stammered in this place

I drove forward, not knowing exactly where it was,

Exactly that I was going to be going

We travel through the day,

Making our way up the brown lines of the earth

Exploring many areas,

Some new, some old

We eat, bold

Eyes locked in an unfamiliar mold

I can’t peel away

Like an orange, citrus cracking under the pressure

No.

You’re more like a sweet peach

Nothing to measure

Except sweet,

When our eyes meet

To ask

To wonder

To fall

What a day

What a first day it has been,

For you and me

Land to sea,

Salt crust, high tea

Twentieth day,

Thirty-three short

Seeing you I came up short

The day I met you, ended like this

I turned to you and I put my hand on yours

It was smooth like silk,

Warm like bed

I softened and moved towards your head

I proclaim my desire like a Shakespearean fable

And then after merely a moment,

I put everything on the table

We kissed

It was simple, it was bliss

You had me

My heart was in your hand,

Before you could even understand

You’re a map,

Evil right up your back

Toes to the top of the stack

—By Dacre Montgomery,

from his podcast DKMH

[russandolly]

just over here bursting with love and admiration lads what kind i say

[samantha-tumbler]

In Vitro

Man made myth 

Man made legend 

Man made himself king 

Man made himself God 

and

 Man killed man 

[hopperhargrove]

my heart

[axe2amendedfence]

In Vitro

Man made myth. 

Man made legend.

Man made himself king.

Man made himself God,

And man killed man.

~

Strung him up,

Upon a cross.

He wakes in the middle of the night and his heart begins to fight with his mind.

The world shifts sand on a dune blows past and cuts like a knife,

and then hits.

~

You can only stretch the truth so far before you no longer have control over the car.

Fallacy became reality, reality became sanity, sanity strain strain strained.

To maintain, his head.

Head was an atlas.

Atlas broke his spine and then it broke his mind.

~

I’m listening to the desert, but I’m not there.

There is far from here.

You are far from here.

Dopamine.

Produce too much, couldn’t let go of the high, was too high to say goodbye.

To the things, we had before they went.

~

My body is so spent.

Dripping sweat, kitchen sink, blood on my teeth.

Aching minds, splitting skulls, sleepless nights.

Trying to quell.

Quell what I got.

~

God given energy.

Lifeforce pumping through my bloodstream.

Red blood cells clot.

Stop.

It was all tangled in one place.

Nowhere to go, the pace has slowed.

Heartbeat stops.

A ticking clock.

Three cuckoos pass the cuckoo clock.

~

Stop.

Drop.

And roll.

Rolling from the fire, the fire is desire.

The desire is you.

~

I was selfish to a point, two years past ‘03.

Then I met you.

And it was you and me.

Bound hip,

Heart and hand.

Hand in hand, hand in the sand on a beach.

A mission in Cabana.

Havana, Havana, Havana.

And a cigar.

~

Tobacco is the smell of fire.

On your clothes, in you pores, it stores and stays.

Ringing in your ears outside a club, I can’t hear you, but I can see.

Clearly.

We eat, we fuck, we sleep.

Sleeping for the first time in a week.

Merged energy.

Energy is a collaboration three rings bound,

Without a sound.

~

Maleficent beauty.

Blonde cheeks.

Cheeks and then begins to speak.

Splitting sound.

Voice like butter baking a cake, three parts desire,

One part fire.

~

TLC, TLC.

No man created me.

Me is not form for society sake.

Not a pin-up.

Not a hunk, not junk.

And I’ve been sinking, sinking.

But I’m afloat now,

Jumping off the boat.

~

Two rhymes,

Sixteen bars,

A moment in time.

To free, to speak, to seek.

Seek guidance.

Water and spiders.

Spiders spying a spider.

Spiders inside of her,

Like a black hole.

~

Pasted and jaded.

Time has flown by

And memories faded.

It’s hard to walk, it’s hard to breathe.

It’s hard to talk.

The fallacy you made myth.

I turn legend.

~

It was all a lie from the beginning, I ain’t no legend.

You weren’t born.

C-Section, cut from the stomach of an IVF virgin turned myth, turned legend.

The world knows,

The world sees.

The world heralds a king.

And destroys the child.  

~

Man made myth.

Man made legend.

Man made himself king.

Man made himself God,

and man killed man.      

By Dacre Montgomery