Prose Seeking Honest Critique
#prose
doreenheimer
Aether
Aether
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 5:20pm
19th Apr 2025 5:20pm
Entry 3
I’ve seen friends go mad trying to fight these beasts.
I’ve seen comrades tear gas-blind, screaming at riot shields.
I’ve seen friends vanish into the psych wards and come back stitched together wrong.
I’ve seen kids in drag beaten by priests.
I’ve seen anarchists arrested for throwing a single rock,
while fascist militias march in broad daylight with iron crosses and icons held high.
At some point, you stop asking questions like
"Is it getting better?"
or
"Will voting change it?"
And you start asking...
I’ve seen comrades tear gas-blind, screaming at riot shields.
I’ve seen friends vanish into the psych wards and come back stitched together wrong.
I’ve seen kids in drag beaten by priests.
I’ve seen anarchists arrested for throwing a single rock,
while fascist militias march in broad daylight with iron crosses and icons held high.
At some point, you stop asking questions like
"Is it getting better?"
or
"Will voting change it?"
And you start asking...
#memories
#myself
#narrative
#nonfiction
#prose
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doreenheimer
Aether
Aether
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 5:16pm
19th Apr 2025 5:16pm
Entry 2
There are things I still don’t know how to write about.
Not because I don’t remember them—but because memory feels too small for what they carry.
I was only a child in 2008, but I remember the sounds.
The deep, mechanical thunder of tanks rolling through Gori hills.
Russian ones, crawling like steel insects across the land, dragging fear behind them like smoke.
Mother told me not to look, but I did anyway.
I had to.
Some part of me, only being nine years old, already knew—I needed to remember what war looked like if I was going to survive in the shadow...
Not because I don’t remember them—but because memory feels too small for what they carry.
I was only a child in 2008, but I remember the sounds.
The deep, mechanical thunder of tanks rolling through Gori hills.
Russian ones, crawling like steel insects across the land, dragging fear behind them like smoke.
Mother told me not to look, but I did anyway.
I had to.
Some part of me, only being nine years old, already knew—I needed to remember what war looked like if I was going to survive in the shadow...
#memories
#myself
#narrative
#nonfiction
#prose
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doreenheimer
Aether
Aether
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 12:12pm
18th Apr 2025 12:12pm
Entry 1
I never quite know how to start these things.
For all the hours I've spent alone with notebooks and loose scraps of thought, non-fiction—if that’s even what this counts as—has never been my strength.
This isn’t a memoir. It’s not an autobiography. And it sure as hell isn’t a diary. But I digress.
I’m just some punk in my late twenties, born and raised in Georgia, right by the seaside banks of Batumi.
Living in what I often call a post-Soviet dystopia, something I’ve repeated many times to my comrade Marsy—more about them soon.
Like any proper Anarchist,...
For all the hours I've spent alone with notebooks and loose scraps of thought, non-fiction—if that’s even what this counts as—has never been my strength.
This isn’t a memoir. It’s not an autobiography. And it sure as hell isn’t a diary. But I digress.
I’m just some punk in my late twenties, born and raised in Georgia, right by the seaside banks of Batumi.
Living in what I often call a post-Soviet dystopia, something I’ve repeated many times to my comrade Marsy—more about them soon.
Like any proper Anarchist,...
#memories
#myself
#narrative
#nonfiction
#prose
65 reads
1 Comment
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 9:51pm
7th Apr 2025 9:51pm
BEDROOM SCENE (INSPIRED BY NIZANA)
#erotic
#fiction
#prose #sex
#prose #sex
249 reads
3 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
19th Mar 2025 6:40am
19th Mar 2025 6:40am
SpotLight - Willow (WillowsWhimsies)
Welcome back to SpotLight, I’m Damian DeadLove. Got another great episode tonight, that I hope you’ll enjoy. This interview segment is meant for the DU community, as a way to get to know about the poet/poetess behind the writes.
Our guest tonight is a poetess who calls the U.S. home. She’s been a member here since March of 2016. Although, it could be longer since she had previous profiles.
She’s a gifted poetess and writer. She’s a spitfire once you get her wound up, and for some reason I have the gift of taking her there, with some of the topics I write...
Our guest tonight is a poetess who calls the U.S. home. She’s been a member here since March of 2016. Although, it could be longer since she had previous profiles.
She’s a gifted poetess and writer. She’s a spitfire once you get her wound up, and for some reason I have the gift of taking her there, with some of the topics I write...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#prose
196 reads
18 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 8:23am
15th Mar 2025 8:23am
Overkill - Wrecking Your Neck
Welcome, Backstage, I’m Damian DeadLove. Tonights band is: Overkill. That’s right we’re talking about the boys from, Jersey. I’m a huge fan of this band they are by far my favorite thrash metal band.
Shout out to my brother, J.J.Burton, who got me into this band. This one’s for you.
The band formed in 1980 in New Jersey. They’re one of the most successful east coast thrash bands ever. They’ve been called the Motörhead of thrash, in fact the band name comes from the title of Motörhead’s second album.
The band has recorded 20 studio albums...
Shout out to my brother, J.J.Burton, who got me into this band. This one’s for you.
The band formed in 1980 in New Jersey. They’re one of the most successful east coast thrash bands ever. They’ve been called the Motörhead of thrash, in fact the band name comes from the title of Motörhead’s second album.
The band has recorded 20 studio albums...
#music
#prose
197 reads
20 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 00:26am
8th Mar 2025 00:26am
a bit of a nursery rhymist
jack and jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of vodka
jack fell down and broke his crown
and jill was utterly pissed
to fetch a pail of vodka
jack fell down and broke his crown
and jill was utterly pissed
#prose
81 reads
3 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 8:00am
7th Mar 2025 8:00am
The Ides Of March
It is I. Time caught up with me, folks. Burning the candle at both ends finally claims it spoils. What sleep I do get, is restless sleep. I’m supposed to use a CPAP machine, but I haven’t been sent any new face-masks in months. Go figure.
Well we’re in the middle of our health benefits being castrated, so I’m not fucking shocked. “Beware The Ides Of March.” to quote a line from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. I slid the one in on you, didn’t I. lol.
I’m not a huge Shakespeare fan, respect him, I do though. I always remembered the line from when we read the play...
Well we’re in the middle of our health benefits being castrated, so I’m not fucking shocked. “Beware The Ides Of March.” to quote a line from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. I slid the one in on you, didn’t I. lol.
I’m not a huge Shakespeare fan, respect him, I do though. I always remembered the line from when we read the play...
#philosophical
#prose
183 reads
25 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 10:58am
3rd Mar 2025 10:58am
Feeling Of A New Book
Not much people talk about the feeling of a new book.
When you open it and travel worlds.
Like a magical adventure with captain Hook.
Not everyone talks about the classic smell.
Of a brand new book,and the story it tell.
Or maybe about the spell it casts.
And while you read it with imagination,it lasts.
Where you travel to different characters'' pasts.
And you travel through their head.
Through their lives,seeing through their eyes.
And practically living their lives.
Opening a new book for the first time. ...
When you open it and travel worlds.
Like a magical adventure with captain Hook.
Not everyone talks about the classic smell.
Of a brand new book,and the story it tell.
Or maybe about the spell it casts.
And while you read it with imagination,it lasts.
Where you travel to different characters'' pasts.
And you travel through their head.
Through their lives,seeing through their eyes.
And practically living their lives.
Opening a new book for the first time. ...
#books
#hope
#magic
#motivational
#prose
56 reads
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 10:41am
27th Feb 2025 10:41am
Guess You Had To Be There
It is I, once again. Who want’s a story? If you wanna hear one, I have a funny one. To me it’s funny, anyways. You all might be reading this and shaking your heads. Thinking to yourselves, “Damian’s gonna try comedy again, run for the hills before he gets started.”
I never promised good comedy, folks. For some reason a, Joey G, story popped in my head today and I started laughing out loud. So, I thought I’d share.
First off, he a self-confessed hypochondriac. I mean if he goes down a rabbit hole, hears about a health scare, it puts him on edge.
...
I never promised good comedy, folks. For some reason a, Joey G, story popped in my head today and I started laughing out loud. So, I thought I’d share.
First off, he a self-confessed hypochondriac. I mean if he goes down a rabbit hole, hears about a health scare, it puts him on edge.
...
#prose
285 reads
20 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 6:49am
22nd Feb 2025 6:49am
SpotLight - Keith (Vision_of_insanity)
Welcome back to SpotLight, I’m Damian DeadLove. Got another great episode tonight, that I hope you’ll enjoy. This interview segment is meant for the DU community, as a way to get to know about the poet/poetess behind the writes.
Our guest tonight is a poet who calls, New York, home. He’s been a member here since January of 2024. So a year and change, folks.
He’s a gifted poet and storyteller with some facts sprinkled in for good measure. He also knows what great music is, which gets you high marks in my book.
You all know him as,...
Our guest tonight is a poet who calls, New York, home. He’s been a member here since January of 2024. So a year and change, folks.
He’s a gifted poet and storyteller with some facts sprinkled in for good measure. He also knows what great music is, which gets you high marks in my book.
You all know him as,...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#prose
337 reads
50 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 8:37am
11th Feb 2025 8:37am
Leave On Sunday Morning
Lyric writing sessions used to be key when it came to songwriting. The purpose for us was to always have stockpiled lyrics on hand when we’d enter a jam session/band practice. We’d have words to pull from to attempt singing to any stray riff that found a home in a song.
Theoretically, it sounds wise. It did work in those situations mentioned above. Here’s the problem, if it was just Joey G and I hanging out those words hardly got used. If he had a riff he was working on through the week he’d present it at the lyric session.
Which always occurred on weekends...
Theoretically, it sounds wise. It did work in those situations mentioned above. Here’s the problem, if it was just Joey G and I hanging out those words hardly got used. If he had a riff he was working on through the week he’d present it at the lyric session.
Which always occurred on weekends...
#prose
138 reads
17 Comments
DU Poetry : Prose Seeking Honest Critique
