Non-Fiction Prose
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Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
Today 4:55am
Today 4:55am
Spoken 3 Jewelry Box
Spoken 3 Jewelry Box
#women
#lesbian
#conflict
#secrets
#redemption
7 reads
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:52pm
Yesterday 8:52pm
Baton Corps
The baton
Corps
Will
Teach you
How to
Throw
a
__
5 star
~
Entrée
/
Up
\
And catch it
|
…
(A metaphor for gay female sex and I ain't apologizing for it either; the term lesbian has never really stuck on me for various reasons.)
Corps
Will
Teach you
How to
Throw
a
__
5 star
~
Entrée
/
Up
\
And catch it
|
…
(A metaphor for gay female sex and I ain't apologizing for it either; the term lesbian has never really stuck on me for various reasons.)
#women
#childhood
#sex
#sports
#metaphor
15 reads
jemac
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:51pm
Yesterday 3:51pm
Winter In a Room
thin curtains adorned with leaves hang from tall windows, slightly folding against the chill.
trees now bare remain still, there is no more rustling of leaves in the wind, just a crackling of boughs adjusting to the falling temperatures
sun splinters through bare branches casting yellow light that remains cold to the touch, outer limbs stretched steeley fingers grappling for warmth
heat in the room rises, billowing the golden curtains to rustling the leaves against framed glass where trees can only look on and see what they once had is now locked inside
trees now bare remain still, there is no more rustling of leaves in the wind, just a crackling of boughs adjusting to the falling temperatures
sun splinters through bare branches casting yellow light that remains cold to the touch, outer limbs stretched steeley fingers grappling for warmth
heat in the room rises, billowing the golden curtains to rustling the leaves against framed glass where trees can only look on and see what they once had is now locked inside
#nature
15 reads
1 Comment
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:50pm
Yesterday 12:50pm
Heart
I woke up
This morning
And found
My body
Decomposing
at the heart
Chakra
This morning
And found
My body
Decomposing
at the heart
Chakra
#women
#identity
#spiritual
#confessional
#SelfReflection
15 reads
dizzzzzzy
616
616
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:18am
Yesterday 10:18am
I need a tattoo
Of a stylish warning label
#respect
30 reads
1 Comment
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Bumped Yesterday 4:22am
13th Nov 2018 4:42am
13th Nov 2018 4:42am
Bicultural Identity: A Fill In
Growing up bi culturally speaks to 1st generation integration. Schools that our parents went to gave them a different vision for us; their children. Walking in the door from the world --------------------------------------------
(of private school, downtown dance class and Italy-ville or “Well Intentioned White Liberals” using the hyperbolic bludgeon in the battle against conservative remnants mostly, my logic would guess. Who knows what was going on in their minds, grown folks’ minds or politically how they were voting: my friends parents', my...
(of private school, downtown dance class and Italy-ville or “Well Intentioned White Liberals” using the hyperbolic bludgeon in the battle against conservative remnants mostly, my logic would guess. Who knows what was going on in their minds, grown folks’ minds or politically how they were voting: my friends parents', my...
#identity
#politics
#America
#feminism
#historical
35 reads
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:38am
Yesterday 1:38am
Cointelpro
My professor
Continued to
Discredit me
In various
Paraphrasers
That really
Wasn’t necessary
Lighting up
My pages,
After
Trashing
My uhm
What do you call em?
“Intro quote
Pages”
Beginning and end
In front of
The entire
Fucking
Undergraduate class
(Shooting baskets with em
To disarm the forces
Of my mind)
Neutralizing me:
Nationwide
Among my (mf) peers-
And uh I had to go
To his colleague
Yep called in the
Bureau ...
Continued to
Discredit me
In various
Paraphrasers
That really
Wasn’t necessary
Lighting up
My pages,
After
Trashing
My uhm
What do you call em?
“Intro quote
Pages”
Beginning and end
In front of
The entire
Fucking
Undergraduate class
(Shooting baskets with em
To disarm the forces
Of my mind)
Neutralizing me:
Nationwide
Among my (mf) peers-
And uh I had to go
To his colleague
Yep called in the
Bureau ...
#conflict
#politics
#America
#Africa
#feminism
18 reads
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 9:06am
17th Nov 2018 9:06am
MK Ultra
Willful
Could hold (a
Disciplined
Pose)-
And the
Soldiers
Of protest
Were out
Among
The exploit
Long enough
To make
The brain’s
Language
Centers;
(Being
Carried)
Abort-
(Couldn't talk)
Compartmental
Memory
Survived
By trauma
And closed...
Could hold (a
Disciplined
Pose)-
And the
Soldiers
Of protest
Were out
Among
The exploit
Long enough
To make
The brain’s
Language
Centers;
(Being
Carried)
Abort-
(Couldn't talk)
Compartmental
Memory
Survived
By trauma
And closed...
#lesbian
#politics
#BDSM
#memories
#tragedy
25 reads
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 8:59am
17th Nov 2018 8:59am
Coaxed
Anxiety
Had to be
Coaxed
Into it
(The aerial)
Sometimes;
Making
Determination
Feel
Nothing
But that
Running
Leap
Into
Your
Upside down
Ness
Righting me
Again
And my ears
Learned
To adapt
Adjust
Acclimatize-
To
Pressure.
#dance teacher
Had to be
Coaxed
Into it
(The aerial)
Sometimes;
Making
Determination
Feel
Nothing
But that
Running
Leap
Into
Your
Upside down
Ness
Righting me
Again
And my ears
Learned
To adapt
Adjust
Acclimatize-
To
Pressure.
#dance teacher
#anxiety
#women
#childhood
#feminism
#dance
21 reads
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 1:02am
17th Nov 2018 1:02am
Silence (Twin Sighting)
Emotion
The fumes
Were
Billowing
Up
Against
The sun
And
At times
I was ill
With
Emotion
Over
The
…….
Silence
Jaded
My appetite
Began
To grow
Weary
From
Hunger-
Jaded
By
…….
Silence
The fumes
Were
Billowing
Up
Against
The sun
And
At times
I was ill
With
Emotion
Over
The
…….
Silence
Jaded
My appetite
Began
To grow
Weary
From
Hunger-
Jaded
By
…….
Silence
#lesbian
#conflict
#betrayal
#silence
#feminism
22 reads
Midnight_Rose
Poem Published
16th Nov 2018 10:49pm
16th Nov 2018 10:49pm
Demons
In times of darkness, a girl loses herself, in thoughts shadows embrace her. tormenting
Pulling
Piercing
Pressuring
Unwanted but not dismissed
She slips from the surface
Sinking slowly into herself
Trying desperately to escape
An impulse to engrave the enemy into her flesh
Self-doubt springs from within
No happiness just a frightened girl
On the verge of giving in.
This was not easy on her; she had a rough
hill to climb, emotional health problems
Are everyone's problem.
Together...
Pulling
Piercing
Pressuring
Unwanted but not dismissed
She slips from the surface
Sinking slowly into herself
Trying desperately to escape
An impulse to engrave the enemy into her flesh
Self-doubt springs from within
No happiness just a frightened girl
On the verge of giving in.
This was not easy on her; she had a rough
hill to climb, emotional health problems
Are everyone's problem.
Together...
#hope
#dark
#teens
#SelfHarm
#healing
33 reads
1 Comment
SoulzGirl69
Poem Published
16th Nov 2018 7:24pm
16th Nov 2018 7:24pm
Wounded child
Touching the face
Of a wounded child
Begging me...
To let him see again
The frown of his pain
His painful expression
For my heart
Is shattered
His eyes may never
See mine
But I will not give up
This fight for this wounded child
Of a wounded child
Begging me...
To let him see again
The frown of his pain
His painful expression
For my heart
Is shattered
His eyes may never
See mine
But I will not give up
This fight for this wounded child
#sadness
#anxiety
39 reads
6 Comments
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