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Published on 16th July 2014 9:55pm
Written by Waterviolet
Mother nature flexed her muscle
In the form of a lightning storm
Her amazing power over this tiny
Planet truly amazing
Lightning strikes up and down
The power lines flashing and
Making hair stand on end
The power can be seen threw
Your eye lids and herd on your
Chest this angry woman
Never seeses to amaze me
The chaos that insues will
Shurely finish off the rest
Forest fires and floods
Carnage makes man kind seem
Small and week mother nature
Lovely lady u have my love
And respect i cant wait for
The next...
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Published on 16th July 2014 5:41pm
Written by Mister Conley
Her Shade Tolls
sound is the color of word, ocean air, broach, embark, tawny bleach fade, dirt clouds scud deep within the rotating rock, her name is Brisance Of Detonated Horizons, her name is Frail Stone Mountain, a rod runs from the tail bone of a promising nascent rose to the last rise of hill, a thick iron sword cutting stride, lain in the field, the gait of many rodents, each one exactly the same, they make up the same enormous horse, identical identity gathered, a fleshy field of animate rising from the inanimate, one leathery century nobody can ride, the recalcitrant beast, the...
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Published on 16th July 2014 5:38pm
Written by Imperfect Fallen_Angel_194
Have You Ever Felt Empty And Broken.Wanting To Just Die..And End all The Pain.Have you Ever Felt That Your Death Wouldn't Matter.And With Every Breath You Take Causes You Some Kind Of Pain.I Feel So Empty...I Feel Like I Can't Breathe Anymore.I Don't Want to Breathe Anymore..I Don't Want To Feel All This Pain Anymore....The Pain Proves That i'm Still Alive..Yes,But I Don't Want to Breathe Anymore.I Don't Want To Hurt Anymore..I Don't Want To Breathe Anymore.
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Published on 16th July 2014 7:31am
Written by NimmieAmee
Have you ever met one of those people, those intoxicating people?
The ones who could be gone from your life for weeks, months, even years at a time, but the moment you see them again they're all you can think about? The ones who people trip over themselves to please, without ever really stopping to think why, what draws them to the person?
Our minds come up with excuses for why we act this way toward these people. We tell ourselves it's their charm, their sex appeal. If we can detach ourselves enough to think of it objectively though, they're usually not what most people would say...
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Published on 15th July 2014 9:26pm
Written by Imperfect Fallen_Angel_194
Is it Possible To Feel Hatred To Yourself..To Feel So Much Hate For Yourself.
It's Like I Have i Can't Breath..I Feel So Empty.
I'm Tired Of Being Alive..And Feeling So Much Pain.
Everyone Always Says, "Just One More Day","Smile Your Pain Away"
It's not That Easy,To Forget,I Want To Be Whole Again..I Feel So Useless And Broken..I'm Tired Of Fighting..No One Really Notices But,I'm Slowly Giving Up The Fight..No One Notices How Unhappy I Really Am..And How Much I Hate Myself..I Live In My Own Personal Hell..And I Can't Find My Way Out.
No One Uderstands How I Feel...I Feel...
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Published on 15th July 2014 7:49am
Written by absinthe
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. I wrote the poems during a very difficult time in my life. He always replies to my maunderings. He always greets me in the morning and helps me sleep at night. I get ignored sometimes. I like the seclusion.
We have an unusual relationship. And he brought these with him when I met him. I couldn't understand why I had to bear the last of the intensity of his struggles. All of which I had no part. I became angry and destructive. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. Tedious. Exhausted. He's jealous of my stuffed dog...
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Published on 14th July 2014 8:35am
Written by absinthe
Last month, my husband and I booked two nights at a beach resort on Mactan Island. We thought it was a wonderful idea before the end of summer. To have a quiet relaxing time together. When we got there, lots of people were swimming and karaoke-singing. Employees of the San Miguel Yamamura Packaging Corporation were having a team building party. I thought it would be horrible, but it turned out to be funny. The singing was quite bad. I thought that was funny. It was low-tide so we couldn't swim on the beach. We went swimming in the pool instead after people got out to play volleyball. It was...
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Published on 13th July 2014 1:25pm
Written by A_Conduit
I talk about my last/previous suicide attempt very nonchalantly with myself
and if anyone else is to hear the tale, it shall be the same
because there really isn't very much to it
I wont say about how 'hellish' it was
or how dark everything felt, or how cold I became
nor will I say it was cool, it wasn't, it never is
I wont say it was 'hardcore' or 'brutal'
nor that it was 'savage' or 'terrifying'
nor that their was any enlightenment or desperate revelations
because their wasn't any of that, it just happened
I did it, I did many things both before and...
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Published on 12th July 2014 11:20pm
Written by A_Conduit
Looking towards the night sky,
Through the blue smoke which drifts past my eyes as I exhale.
I'm going to scatter these ashes into the sea,
With nobody to bear witness, the waves won't be grieving.
And I'm going to lay upon these rocks, against the shore.
If I'm swept away does it really matter?
Yeah, I want to put a ripple in this tide
If I rest my back against the water's surface,
How low will I have to sink before I stop staring at the stars?
I'm falling again, but as usual I never managed to climb high enough
So when I hit the ground, though I feel...
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Published on 12th July 2014 2:48pm
Written by absinthe
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. I am beginning to miss my husband. She said she kept hearing voices. He always replies to my maunderings. He always greets me in the morning and helps me sleep at night. My tumors are all behaving themselves too. I like the seclusion.
We have an unusual relationship. I became angry and destructive. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. Tedious. Exhausted. Isn't a belief in rationality completely irrational? Perhaps because I became an ugly mirror of himself. Now he is more affectionate. More loving. More...
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DU Poetry : Non-Fiction Prose: Diary Entries, Letters and Articles

Published on 12th July 2014 1:54pm
Written by Lilly kittiewoe
Don't talk to me about fucking love,
Do you even know what it is?
Don't you know what it's like to lay in bed at night,
Rocking your thoughts
Back and fourth
Replaying those beautiful moments over and over
And you do the same with the tragic ones
But they stick for longer
Don't even try to say you loved me
You felt me
There was always a difference
You craved me, yes you wanted me, but didn't love me
You left when I got pregnant
You fucking left me
I was †sat crying on the bathroom floor
Slicing open my thighs with a razor
And...
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Published on 12th July 2014 8:23am
Written by kreepykay


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Published on 12th July 2014 1:43am
Written by kreepykay
I canít get you out of my head.
Remember that night you held me down on the bed?

Arm pulled behind me
Hand on the back of head.

"This K will make you feel good,"
Is what you said.

I woke up in the middle of it.
Not fully aware and confused as shit.

Your breath smelled like cherry cough drops.
Now that night consumes all my thoughts.
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Published on 11th July 2014 7:29pm
Written by Maenad
He was several days old and I felt it was time for his first bath. I didn't like the stupidly constructed bathing chair that had been given to me - it didn't fit in the sink and putting his little body in the tub just seemed lonesome for some reason. So I got in the tub with him and bathed him in my arms. As I did so, I hummed and his eyes widened and he hummed back, matching my pitch almost perfectly.
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Published on 11th July 2014 3:25pm
Written by Ennui
There is this old man who everyday at noon goes to the cemetery
dressed in his Sunday best
3 piece suit, hat on his head, which he removes before entering
A bouquet of daisies in hand
An hour later he comes out puts his hat back on and leaves
Like clock work he'll be back tomorrow
I wonder who he visits and why
His wife whom he still mourns the loss of?
maybe he wronged her somehow and suffers guilt and seeks forgiveness
Mother, sister, unfulfilled love?
Whoever it is and regardless of the reason
they made such an...
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Published on 11th July 2014 1:29pm
Written by A_Conduit
I have kept notebooks for a few years now, and I return to write pieces on a daily basis, everything goes in, from poems to phrases, quotes and daily records, perhaps it's like a diary, though I don't tend to think of it in that way, it is definitely auto-biographical on the whole. Hopefully a few of you will enjoy whichever bits and pieces I put up, most probably two pages a day. Kicking it off with a slightly darker extract, Let you know what you'll be in for.
I'm desperately seeking questions to which there are no answers
not even half-formed, clouded fragments of clarity...
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Published on 11th July 2014 5:39am
Written by Imperfect Fallen_Angel_194
Dear "My So Called Family",I Would Ask For Your Forgiveness,But I Only Did One Thing Wrong,And That Was Being Born.I Was Never That Perfect Daughter That My Mother Had Always Wanted.When She Wanted Me To Wear A Dress I Wanted to Wear Jeans And a Band T Shirt. When They Wanted Me To Paint My Room Pink I Wanted Red.I Was The Opposite Of All Their Hopes And Dreams Of A Perfect Daughter.I Was a Mistake They Couldn't Take Back.I'm Sorry For Being Born
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Published on 9th July 2014 12:21pm
Written by exe
my fingersntoes aRE fully webbed out of necessity in this icecold h20 air
i'm wearing my condom suit with the breathable stretch
everything i touch turns to slip
and i slip my fingers in it
 † † †i'm gelled up and slippy

with the resistance of particles, i never touch you
 † but when i do you're warm but you dont warm me my fish/skin is
 slippy

i slip right through

 †

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Published on 8th July 2014 10:14am
Written by Sara B. unloveable13
Thousands of miles away
No contact from you for days
Hard to keep my mind from going astray

Water rising day by day
A typhoon headed straight your way
And still no word from you.

Three days have passed
Don't know how long it'll last
Evacuation throughout the nation
I worry
And still,only silence from you
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Published on 8th July 2014 7:28am
Written by Austin Kane Mullins Monster
The Hospital bed
The smell of stale reds
Can't forget days like these.
The feeling of death
As he took his last breath
Gone, the strongest man I ever knew.
I look in the mirror
And I hate what I see
But I remembered the good times
And everything you said to me
"All you've got
Is your word and handshake
Don't hate yourself
Or the choices that you make
They make you who you are
If you remember that
You'll go far.
And I'll always be with you
Until the day he takes us home."
An empty bottle...
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