Nonfiction Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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EveAteRedApples
Poem Published
11th Jun 2024 10:03pm
11th Jun 2024 10:03pm
unwritten letter
I want to know, how the fuck do you have this hold over me? Even when I build walls, and be good, and fall in love with someone else, why are you still there, like the last unsmoked cigarette in the pack, I tell myself will be my last, never mind that I quit smoking in 2015.
I sure as hell don't keep you around as back up. That would be like expecting paracetamol to numb the pain of a broken femur, when not even morphine will do.
But you are like a drug. You're my drug. You always have been. And unlike alcohol or cigarettes, I haven't been able to kick the habit that...
I sure as hell don't keep you around as back up. That would be like expecting paracetamol to numb the pain of a broken femur, when not even morphine will do.
But you are like a drug. You're my drug. You always have been. And unlike alcohol or cigarettes, I haven't been able to kick the habit that...
#betrayal
#love
#lust #nonfiction
#lust #nonfiction
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EveAteRedApples
Poem Published
11th Jun 2024 10:03pm
11th Jun 2024 10:03pm
unwritten letter
I want to know, how the fuck do you have this hold over me? Even when I build walls, and be good, and fall in love with someone else, why are you still there, like the last unsmoked cigarette in the pack, I tell myself will be my last, never mind that I quit smoking in 2015.
I sure as hell don't keep you around as back up. That would be like expecting paracetamol to numb the pain of a broken femur, when not even morphine will do.
But you are like a drug. You're my drug. You always have been. And unlike alcohol or cigarettes, I haven't been able to kick the habit that...
I sure as hell don't keep you around as back up. That would be like expecting paracetamol to numb the pain of a broken femur, when not even morphine will do.
But you are like a drug. You're my drug. You always have been. And unlike alcohol or cigarettes, I haven't been able to kick the habit that...
#betrayal
#love
#lust #nonfiction
#lust #nonfiction
207 reads
0 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
4th Jan 2020 5:40pm
4th Jan 2020 5:40pm
Journal of a Schizophrenic (Entry #1)
Dear death,
I cannot shun the premonition that you'll be coming to my side soon. If it is so, please grant those that I care about a long life. Life, what a surreal thing. I've long come to the belief that it has no meaning., therefor no god, no Satan. I wish I believed in all that stuff, but somehow I believe you have a form, a physical existence somewhere. I know you've been watching me for a long time - waiting patiently. Waiting for my suicidal ideation to overpower. I want to win, but I now feel that I would win more in the peace of death. I could stay alive in the memories of those...
I cannot shun the premonition that you'll be coming to my side soon. If it is so, please grant those that I care about a long life. Life, what a surreal thing. I've long come to the belief that it has no meaning., therefor no god, no Satan. I wish I believed in all that stuff, but somehow I believe you have a form, a physical existence somewhere. I know you've been watching me for a long time - waiting patiently. Waiting for my suicidal ideation to overpower. I want to win, but I now feel that I would win more in the peace of death. I could stay alive in the memories of those...
#anxiety
#depression
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#nonfiction
482 reads
7 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
4th Jan 2020 5:40pm
4th Jan 2020 5:40pm
Journal of a Schizophrenic (Entry #1)
Dear death,
I cannot shun the premonition that you'll be coming to my side soon. If it is so, please grant those that I care about a long life. Life, what a surreal thing. I've long come to the belief that it has no meaning., therefor no god, no Satan. I wish I believed in all that stuff, but somehow I believe you have a form, a physical existence somewhere. I know you've been watching me for a long time - waiting patiently. Waiting for my suicidal ideation to overpower. I want to win, but I now feel that I would win more in the peace of death. I could stay alive in the memories of those...
I cannot shun the premonition that you'll be coming to my side soon. If it is so, please grant those that I care about a long life. Life, what a surreal thing. I've long come to the belief that it has no meaning., therefor no god, no Satan. I wish I believed in all that stuff, but somehow I believe you have a form, a physical existence somewhere. I know you've been watching me for a long time - waiting patiently. Waiting for my suicidal ideation to overpower. I want to win, but I now feel that I would win more in the peace of death. I could stay alive in the memories of those...
#anxiety
#depression
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#nonfiction
482 reads
7 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
4th Jan 2020 5:40pm
4th Jan 2020 5:40pm
Journal of a Schizophrenic (Entry #1)
Dear death,
I cannot shun the premonition that you'll be coming to my side soon. If it is so, please grant those that I care about a long life. Life, what a surreal thing. I've long come to the belief that it has no meaning., therefor no god, no Satan. I wish I believed in all that stuff, but somehow I believe you have a form, a physical existence somewhere. I know you've been watching me for a long time - waiting patiently. Waiting for my suicidal ideation to overpower. I want to win, but I now feel that I would win more in the peace of death. I could stay alive in the memories of those...
I cannot shun the premonition that you'll be coming to my side soon. If it is so, please grant those that I care about a long life. Life, what a surreal thing. I've long come to the belief that it has no meaning., therefor no god, no Satan. I wish I believed in all that stuff, but somehow I believe you have a form, a physical existence somewhere. I know you've been watching me for a long time - waiting patiently. Waiting for my suicidal ideation to overpower. I want to win, but I now feel that I would win more in the peace of death. I could stay alive in the memories of those...
#anxiety
#depression
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#nonfiction
482 reads
7 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
4th Jan 2020 5:40pm
4th Jan 2020 5:40pm
Journal of a Schizophrenic (Entry #1)
Dear death,
I cannot shun the premonition that you'll be coming to my side soon. If it is so, please grant those that I care about a long life. Life, what a surreal thing. I've long come to the belief that it has no meaning., therefor no god, no Satan. I wish I believed in all that stuff, but somehow I believe you have a form, a physical existence somewhere. I know you've been watching me for a long time - waiting patiently. Waiting for my suicidal ideation to overpower. I want to win, but I now feel that I would win more in the peace of death. I could stay alive in the memories of those...
I cannot shun the premonition that you'll be coming to my side soon. If it is so, please grant those that I care about a long life. Life, what a surreal thing. I've long come to the belief that it has no meaning., therefor no god, no Satan. I wish I believed in all that stuff, but somehow I believe you have a form, a physical existence somewhere. I know you've been watching me for a long time - waiting patiently. Waiting for my suicidal ideation to overpower. I want to win, but I now feel that I would win more in the peace of death. I could stay alive in the memories of those...
#anxiety
#depression
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#nonfiction
482 reads
7 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
4th Jan 2020 5:40pm
4th Jan 2020 5:40pm
Journal of a Schizophrenic (Entry #1)
Dear death,
I cannot shun the premonition that you'll be coming to my side soon. If it is so, please grant those that I care about a long life. Life, what a surreal thing. I've long come to the belief that it has no meaning., therefor no god, no Satan. I wish I believed in all that stuff, but somehow I believe you have a form, a physical existence somewhere. I know you've been watching me for a long time - waiting patiently. Waiting for my suicidal ideation to overpower. I want to win, but I now feel that I would win more in the peace of death. I could stay alive in the memories of those...
I cannot shun the premonition that you'll be coming to my side soon. If it is so, please grant those that I care about a long life. Life, what a surreal thing. I've long come to the belief that it has no meaning., therefor no god, no Satan. I wish I believed in all that stuff, but somehow I believe you have a form, a physical existence somewhere. I know you've been watching me for a long time - waiting patiently. Waiting for my suicidal ideation to overpower. I want to win, but I now feel that I would win more in the peace of death. I could stay alive in the memories of those...
#anxiety
#depression
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#nonfiction
482 reads
7 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
24th Aug 2017 4:22am
24th Aug 2017 4:22am
Freedom from a distant King
(are we there yet...?)
letters borne on white billowed sails
flags of distant land flying
all hail the descending royalties
smug fat faces shiny and smiling
oh how they exude benevolence
bend the knees, palms to forehead
deities from the skies, all hail
never a step missed
never a frozen face frowned
words of welcome murmured
never above the safe decible
they are greedy girth spanned wide
deny them not their food and drinks
born of the peasants sweat
palsied fingers paying ...
letters borne on white billowed sails
flags of distant land flying
all hail the descending royalties
smug fat faces shiny and smiling
oh how they exude benevolence
bend the knees, palms to forehead
deities from the skies, all hail
never a step missed
never a frozen face frowned
words of welcome murmured
never above the safe decible
they are greedy girth spanned wide
deny them not their food and drinks
born of the peasants sweat
palsied fingers paying ...
#corruption
#politics
#environment
#historical
#nonfiction
810 reads
8 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
24th Aug 2017 4:22am
24th Aug 2017 4:22am
Freedom from a distant King
(are we there yet...?)
letters borne on white billowed sails
flags of distant land flying
all hail the descending royalties
smug fat faces shiny and smiling
oh how they exude benevolence
bend the knees, palms to forehead
deities from the skies, all hail
never a step missed
never a frozen face frowned
words of welcome murmured
never above the safe decible
they are greedy girth spanned wide
deny them not their food and drinks
born of the peasants sweat
palsied fingers paying ...
letters borne on white billowed sails
flags of distant land flying
all hail the descending royalties
smug fat faces shiny and smiling
oh how they exude benevolence
bend the knees, palms to forehead
deities from the skies, all hail
never a step missed
never a frozen face frowned
words of welcome murmured
never above the safe decible
they are greedy girth spanned wide
deny them not their food and drinks
born of the peasants sweat
palsied fingers paying ...
#corruption
#politics
#environment
#historical
#nonfiction
810 reads
8 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
24th Aug 2017 4:22am
24th Aug 2017 4:22am
Freedom from a distant King
(are we there yet...?)
letters borne on white billowed sails
flags of distant land flying
all hail the descending royalties
smug fat faces shiny and smiling
oh how they exude benevolence
bend the knees, palms to forehead
deities from the skies, all hail
never a step missed
never a frozen face frowned
words of welcome murmured
never above the safe decible
they are greedy girth spanned wide
deny them not their food and drinks
born of the peasants sweat
palsied fingers paying ...
letters borne on white billowed sails
flags of distant land flying
all hail the descending royalties
smug fat faces shiny and smiling
oh how they exude benevolence
bend the knees, palms to forehead
deities from the skies, all hail
never a step missed
never a frozen face frowned
words of welcome murmured
never above the safe decible
they are greedy girth spanned wide
deny them not their food and drinks
born of the peasants sweat
palsied fingers paying ...
#corruption
#politics
#environment
#historical
#nonfiction
810 reads
8 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
24th Aug 2017 4:22am
24th Aug 2017 4:22am
Freedom from a distant King
(are we there yet...?)
letters borne on white billowed sails
flags of distant land flying
all hail the descending royalties
smug fat faces shiny and smiling
oh how they exude benevolence
bend the knees, palms to forehead
deities from the skies, all hail
never a step missed
never a frozen face frowned
words of welcome murmured
never above the safe decible
they are greedy girth spanned wide
deny them not their food and drinks
born of the peasants sweat
palsied fingers paying ...
letters borne on white billowed sails
flags of distant land flying
all hail the descending royalties
smug fat faces shiny and smiling
oh how they exude benevolence
bend the knees, palms to forehead
deities from the skies, all hail
never a step missed
never a frozen face frowned
words of welcome murmured
never above the safe decible
they are greedy girth spanned wide
deny them not their food and drinks
born of the peasants sweat
palsied fingers paying ...
#corruption
#politics
#environment
#historical
#nonfiction
810 reads
8 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
24th Aug 2017 4:22am
24th Aug 2017 4:22am
Freedom from a distant King
(are we there yet...?)
letters borne on white billowed sails
flags of distant land flying
all hail the descending royalties
smug fat faces shiny and smiling
oh how they exude benevolence
bend the knees, palms to forehead
deities from the skies, all hail
never a step missed
never a frozen face frowned
words of welcome murmured
never above the safe decible
they are greedy girth spanned wide
deny them not their food and drinks
born of the peasants sweat
palsied fingers paying ...
letters borne on white billowed sails
flags of distant land flying
all hail the descending royalties
smug fat faces shiny and smiling
oh how they exude benevolence
bend the knees, palms to forehead
deities from the skies, all hail
never a step missed
never a frozen face frowned
words of welcome murmured
never above the safe decible
they are greedy girth spanned wide
deny them not their food and drinks
born of the peasants sweat
palsied fingers paying ...
#corruption
#politics
#environment
#historical
#nonfiction
810 reads
8 Comments
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