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Published on 10th May 2015 6:50am
Written by MsRockyJackson
Mother, you know you're not like any other
Mother, you were the better woman
Mother, you're forever
Mother, I'll never stop loving you.
You were the lone survivor as you've been through trials and tribulations,
Through your doubts and frustrations I was here for you.
However, I'll never forget the things you've done good or bad.
A strong woman, you never tolerated foolishness,
A strict disciplinarian, you'd never let me act up,
An independent woman, you didn't need a man to support you.
You kept father in check and as a result you've been...
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Published on 9th May 2015 4:31am
Written by LokiOfLiterati
     The journey towards companionship and lasting fidelity is a struggle for many. Religion, therapy and changing social media have had mixed effects. In many ways people are liberated by being allowed to be people. In their natural state humans will seek one another and sort out their affections, reaching a harmonious state. In the give and take of emotional adaptation is the ebb and flow of we as individuals. Thus the greater self is brought for us the collective, the couple or the triumvirate or more. The institutions of monogamy and marriage served their financial and land-yielding...
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Published on 8th May 2015 11:31am
Written by LokiOfLiterati
     When I was 9 years old I elected to take up the accordion, taking on after my sister who excelled at this. My parents took this to be a binding contract until I moved out or won the highest honor of the Accordion Federation of North America Competition, held annually. This highest honor, the rank of AFNA King was a competition division not open to anyone under the age of 17. Either way I was in for as long as I was bound to my parents. An hour a day of practice every single day for 6 months out of the year, 2 hours, for 3 months precluding AFNA Competition and sporadic daily...
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Published on 8th May 2015 11:24am
Written by LokiOfLiterati
     For 10 years I excelled as a barista. I could work just about any machine, from the old Marzocco Italian imports that you could hurt yourself on if you weren't careful to the ultra-sleek automated robots that took all the art out of the craft of espresso. I enjoyed my work, and was able to perform at high speed with great efficiency. I handled espresso machines in over 30 different coffeeshops. 18 months in a vegan cafe in the midwest and 8 1/2 years of working for Starbucks took me all over Orange County and Los Angeles. Everytime I passed by a Starbucks I'd pop in, drop off my flyer....
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Published on 7th May 2015 11:58pm
Written by LaKu
I saw an old friend today
She was 10kg lighter and bent like a pocket knife
I went and talked to her to see how she’s doing
She answered with lowered eyes and a slow voice
I am fine I had a bit too much but it’s ok  
You don’t look ok I thought
I am ok too I said
I knew that we where both lying
But it’s ok
It’s always ok
You try to give strength and hope
When you don’t have it yourself
It costs nothing
Except some more stains in your conscience
If there is any left
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Published on 7th May 2015 8:54pm
Written by naaat_ naathalie___
My therapist once told me to stop asking why all the time.
For example, stop asking questions like “Why me? Why did this happen to me? Why…?”
Instead of asking why, I should ask what. “What am I going to do about it? What am I going to do to change this?”
At the moment when this was being told to me, I was in a hopeful moon, the complete opposite of what I am feeling. I thought it was an amazing idea to not ask why. To ask what instead.
Wonderful, how could I have not thought about it?
I will change my way of thought every time I am feeling sad.
I will be positive...
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Published on 6th May 2015 8:32pm
Written by HottNess
Distant in the night
dazed into your galaxy
scanning through every layer
of your God sent decorum
I crawled
to you
to sit at your feet
as you opened books
from past eons
and future discoveries
 I listened intently
for hours
 until it turned into weeks
 Yes
 Weakened
as you speak truth
I lay  ... Right here at your feet
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Published on 3rd May 2015 10:37am
Written by LokiOfLiterati
     What is black and white in real life? Good is a matter of perspective. Warfare is terrorism of the rich. Terrorists are Freedom fighters among their comrades and supporters. A bully is just letting off steam. A victim is being steamrolled by life. An incarcerated felon is a victim of society. Meanwhile that felon's own victims were rubes, suckers who deserved to be ripped off for being vulnerable. Vulnerability is painting a target on one's self. Mindful awareness of weaknesses is a strong sign of consciousness and a step towards clarity and self-fulfillment. Egoism is at the drive of...
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Published on 1st May 2015 8:29pm
Written by EverythingsRuined
I don't exactly know what I want from life. The only things I'm 100% certain on is, I want happiness. Not only for me, but for the few people in my life that I love and who actually deserve it. Another thing I want is to travel more. I want to roam the streets with my sweetheart, feet sore and sweating again. Our last trip I felt so alive. It was the epitome of happiness. Unfamiliar surroundings and faces I had never seen. Holding your hand and exploring, getting lost. No words could ever explain how much I love you. You're the one I want to fuck around with until we have no time left. You...
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Published on 1st May 2015 7:40pm
Written by EverythingsRuined


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DU Poetry : Non-Fiction Prose: Diary Entries, Letters and Articles

Published on 1st May 2015 8:46am
Written by Jessica Jennifer Ashton Kou_Indigo
- Androgyny: The Perfect State of Being -
A Gnostic Revelation and Discourse on the Nature of Androgyny and its’ Importance to the Human Race.
  It hath been said, that androgyny is the perfect state of being, and I heartily agree with that assessment. Many, but not all of course, of the difficulties that exist betwixt and also between genders, men and women, are because either there is too much of the one gender in the one, or too little in the other. A man who refuses to recognize the woman within is doomed to a state of imperfection, just as a woman who refuses to see...
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Published on 30th April 2015 2:26pm
Written by LokiOfLiterati
     The fact that a concept far greater than humanity's ability to conceive can be debated as being corporeal or fictional, especially when said concept is a human invention is an example of our collective ability to take our bullshit way too seriously. In my heart I can accept things as being greater than I. Gravity, time, reciprocity, all 3 of Newton's Laws, along with Ohm's and Keppler's and Murphy's and Lilith's. But to argue existence when I can't know if I exist? Is an exercise in futility. Attempting to apply the scope of logic towards this equation is a conundrum in itself. God made...
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Published on 30th April 2015 2:18pm
Written by Arch-Angel ChoaticGoddess
For the past three years. I've kept everything inside. On this site it's where I've told my story and spilled out my emotions. This is the only place I've done this. Spilled out the thoughts of ending my life. last night I almost succeeded.. I failed obviously. I sat up confused and started thinking. Maybe I failed for a reason? So this morning I finally told my mom. I'm a 17 year old suicidal girl who wants to get help. Maybe for once my cries for help will be heard. Who knows. I just can't go on living like this. In a world of self distruction. I want to be better. I want to live better. I...
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Published on 30th April 2015 6:49am
Written by bryan gray Grae
i used to think
that with depression the quality of poetry
improves
i used to think
a lot of things though
i'm not sure if it's because i'm thinking of you right now
or maybe that there's just something
wrong with me
i'm making myself eat today
i never have an appetite
anymore
i considered getting drunk earlier
but i'm driving away from the burger joint now
with a cheese burger in the passenger seat
my new favorite song: kings of leon's 'cold desert'
crooning from the speakers in my car
i drive...
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Published on 30th April 2015 5:28am
Written by EverythingsRuined


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Published on 30th April 2015 4:41am
Written by EverythingsRuined
my role model
my inspiration
my soft spot when I'm in a hard place
My person who makes my heart whole and the one I can stumble over to at 4 am, with my eyes full of tears and my face covered in shame and fear. The force that drives me to be a better person and live my life with no fears and no regrets. I only wish I could give you half of what you've given me. studying your grace and perfection for 22 years and still not being even close to a fucking quarter of possessing your attributes. I wish so bad that I could give you what you deserve. All I can offer is my mixed up...
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Published on 29th April 2015 5:02pm
Written by Nnyl Rengaw lived96


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Published on 28th April 2015 12:29pm
Written by Lost Girl toniscales
(I know I've been submitting a lot of these journal entries and probably boring the people who read them to tears... This time I packed many days in the entry, as I am attempting to get to the darker parts of the diary.)
February 6, 1995
A day of extreme emotional sickness. I do not sleep the night before. Mother tells me to drive the Cadillac to school since I have absentmindedly locked all keys in my car, yet I am so tired and horrified by my thoughts that I drive to a parking lot and sleep for three hours in the seat. I pick up my prescription of Paxil ordered by Mother...
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Published on 28th April 2015 12:11pm
Written by Lost Girl toniscales
February 5, 1995
I awaken from nightmares of the lovely dancer I confronted last night, who appeared to receive my compliment indifferently. His face appeared in my dreams, and I pursued him desperately and feverishly in unconsciousness.
I write and smoke the last of my clove cigarettes with a plastic cup of orange juice and much tequila, though I doubt I will drink it. What prevents me now from alcoholism is that I only have a taste for expensive, exotic, sweet drinks, and my morning mixture for emotional paralysis is not very pleasing on the tongue. So it shall remain on...
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Published on 27th April 2015 8:16pm
Written by EverythingsRuined
I can't feel my feet
Vision, coming and going
My mangled body and vacant thoughts
My hands shake and my heads goes down
I'm weak and can't handle the demands anymore
14 going on 15 hours too long
My peers faces so happy and full of life.
I'm a few years ahead and confused
I want nothing more than a coffee and a bath and you.
Too tired to fuck your brains out.
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