Non-Fiction Prose
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Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
This section is for factual prose and is a place for non-poetic offerings. You will find a diverse range of content here including articles, diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays, personal accounts and real life perspectives. This gives members a chance to post fact based material which is not written in verse.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
Today 4:42am
Today 4:42am
Lipstick Redemption
Lipstick Redemption
When Christmas comes in Natchez, the biggest surprise isn’t under the tree. My friend from grade school sports a long ponytail with curls dangling from his bangs. So maybe he’s going for the Bohemian look. He has always been a non-conformist down to his shoulder-length hair.
So is it any surprise that we celebrate Xmas eve by smoking pot in the upstairs of his family’s Victorian house? He says, “John, hope this doesn’t come as any shock to you but I think I was assigned the wrong gender.”
“Don, nothing you could do or say would shock...
When Christmas comes in Natchez, the biggest surprise isn’t under the tree. My friend from grade school sports a long ponytail with curls dangling from his bangs. So maybe he’s going for the Bohemian look. He has always been a non-conformist down to his shoulder-length hair.
So is it any surprise that we celebrate Xmas eve by smoking pot in the upstairs of his family’s Victorian house? He says, “John, hope this doesn’t come as any shock to you but I think I was assigned the wrong gender.”
“Don, nothing you could do or say would shock...
#mythology
#transgender
6 reads
2 Comments
dizzzzzzy
616
616
Poem Published
Today 2:10am
Today 2:10am
Just want to be alone with you
Don't need to see all thier
Eyes looking at you
Looking at me
Looking at them
Looking back at you
Looking at them
Looking at us
Just to pick up my phone
Read it about it here
And then the feeling of betrayel and hate start to churn
And then walk away realizing nothing is sacred
Instead I lay here and sleep
Because when I show
My mind is clear and not jaded
Eyes looking at you
Looking at me
Looking at them
Looking back at you
Looking at them
Looking at us
Just to pick up my phone
Read it about it here
And then the feeling of betrayel and hate start to churn
And then walk away realizing nothing is sacred
Instead I lay here and sleep
Because when I show
My mind is clear and not jaded
#love
19 reads
3 Comments
Eudemonia
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:28pm
Yesterday 6:28pm
Unfiltered Free Writing
Pray for strength, get tested. Pray for courage and get sent to the lion’s den. Why have I allotted more weight to the opinions and experiences of others when we all live beneath a firmament, in a mirage obscured by static? Where’s the balance between me and them? Do I have to choose a side in every scenario? It seems easier to be a fence straddle, but then I’ll be forever stuck up on that fence. Do I choose me? Isn’t that narcissistic? I am codependent not narcissistic. That means I struggle with an addiction to others, maybe the counterbalance is trusting myself after all. I don’t know what...
#LifeAsAWriter
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2 Comments
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:25am
Yesterday 2:25am
Itinerant DJ
it feels like there's a fucking ocean
of tears just waiting to come out
Will I burst into sobbing shudders
in a public place like I almost did
last night at krishna temple dinner
(I ~mostly~ hope not)
navigating the snaking line of eyes
and faces of other seekers-after-
dinner such as myself
but I held my ground, and mostly
stood fast, got back in line and
ended up congenially chatting with
a convivial older black dude,
itinerant dj for late night 'OZ, now
middle of the week with a roots ...
of tears just waiting to come out
Will I burst into sobbing shudders
in a public place like I almost did
last night at krishna temple dinner
(I ~mostly~ hope not)
navigating the snaking line of eyes
and faces of other seekers-after-
dinner such as myself
but I held my ground, and mostly
stood fast, got back in line and
ended up congenially chatting with
a convivial older black dude,
itinerant dj for late night 'OZ, now
middle of the week with a roots ...
#music
6 reads
2 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:55am
Yesterday 1:55am
Letters to a Young Poet(ess) VIII
September 15, 2018
Ahavati
Charlotte, North Carolina
Dear A,
I am writing to you amidst an approaching hurricane, Florence, who is currently battering the Carolina's coastal regions with heavy wind and rain. We are expecting 15" by Sunday. She is a slow moving force inching her way across an uncertain path of terrain. The wind is an angry mistress, and the rain a lover's tears upon being dismissed. The rest is breaking chaos we listen to from behind closed shutters and doors.
So many friends were forced to flee...
Ahavati
Charlotte, North Carolina
Dear A,
I am writing to you amidst an approaching hurricane, Florence, who is currently battering the Carolina's coastal regions with heavy wind and rain. We are expecting 15" by Sunday. She is a slow moving force inching her way across an uncertain path of terrain. The wind is an angry mistress, and the rain a lover's tears upon being dismissed. The rest is breaking chaos we listen to from behind closed shutters and doors.
So many friends were forced to flee...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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4 Comments
starfading
Poem Published
15th Sep 2018 10:11pm
15th Sep 2018 10:11pm
untitled ( 13 )
i can't stand to look at myself .
all i see is a monstrosity . something that my own family repulses . a man born in the wrong body . they don't understand . they think i do it for the attention or just to fit in . they don't believe me .
i thought i could trust my mother with how i felt . i cried in front of her , expressing how i wanted to be who i was . but she thinks i'm trying to get her attention . i will never confide in her again . i'd rather die than to be lied to about being supported .
i will never be normal again in their eyes . they will...
all i see is a monstrosity . something that my own family repulses . a man born in the wrong body . they don't understand . they think i do it for the attention or just to fit in . they don't believe me .
i thought i could trust my mother with how i felt . i cried in front of her , expressing how i wanted to be who i was . but she thinks i'm trying to get her attention . i will never confide in her again . i'd rather die than to be lied to about being supported .
i will never be normal again in their eyes . they will...
#depression
#dark
#emptiness #transgender
#emptiness #transgender
21 reads
3 Comments
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
15th Sep 2018 8:00pm
15th Sep 2018 8:00pm
Like me, the Anti-Paul
God, I was so distant. It's a Rediculkus Tae Kwon Do, is it not? I do not eat, I do strange drugs, so it is time to lighten the edges without, that it should it automatically be corrected written down tonight. (Therr is an interesting thing to consider, but maybe a lower dose and slightly higher estrogen?)
I didn't want to tell you. I'm re-thinking my endocrine observations next week. Crazy ups and falls come often in recent days, and rigorous. I broke my dose just to think about it. At most three days, estrogen runs out, laughing, here is an additional blocker to...
I didn't want to tell you. I'm re-thinking my endocrine observations next week. Crazy ups and falls come often in recent days, and rigorous. I broke my dose just to think about it. At most three days, estrogen runs out, laughing, here is an additional blocker to...
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AEMelia564
Y
Y
Poem Published
15th Sep 2018 10:45am
15th Sep 2018 10:45am
Letter to a Narcissist (2)
You did not look
Words fell like rain,in streaks of pearlscent reality flooding the window.
Flooding the fields where once we were us, where once I was me
Crayoned across, eyebrowing edges, the salt of the teardrops paints
Soil and carousel clouds repeat light from falling down.
I am in the trauma of my pain.
The duality of your lips pressing words into the back of my skull
Ignites injured neurons. You did not listen to the parallel orbs
Nor did you hear the songs I sang to you
...
Words fell like rain,in streaks of pearlscent reality flooding the window.
Flooding the fields where once we were us, where once I was me
Crayoned across, eyebrowing edges, the salt of the teardrops paints
Soil and carousel clouds repeat light from falling down.
I am in the trauma of my pain.
The duality of your lips pressing words into the back of my skull
Ignites injured neurons. You did not listen to the parallel orbs
Nor did you hear the songs I sang to you
...
#grief
#strength
#courage #dark
#courage #dark
50 reads
15 Comments
ElusiveSleepfall
MatthewZ
MatthewZ
Poem Published
14th Sep 2018 6:51pm
14th Sep 2018 6:51pm
(Another Sad Humor Thing) HEY GUYS! I GOT MY BIG BREAK! FROM DUP(DID YOU PEE?) NO! DEEP UNDERGROUND! OH!
Note: Meddy, Crimmy, BlueOrch, Angel, you can't read this because it contains extreme silliness, and stupidity, and I don't want you to think I'm a dork.
Hey, other fellow DUPs!
I can't believe this, but I got a call from Rick Moranis yesterday, and he's commissioned me to write the 19th installment of the 'Honey, I Shrunk the...' series! Can you believe it? Apparently he was reading some of my poetry on here, and he said to his Key Grip: 'man! I wish I had that shrink ray so I could shrink this damn poetry down so it's not visible to the naked eye!' The Key Grip...
Hey, other fellow DUPs!
I can't believe this, but I got a call from Rick Moranis yesterday, and he's commissioned me to write the 19th installment of the 'Honey, I Shrunk the...' series! Can you believe it? Apparently he was reading some of my poetry on here, and he said to his Key Grip: 'man! I wish I had that shrink ray so I could shrink this damn poetry down so it's not visible to the naked eye!' The Key Grip...
#happiness
#anger
#regret
#funny
#disappointment
28 reads
5 Comments
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
13th Sep 2018 7:26pm
13th Sep 2018 7:26pm
Dysphoria Day 2
I feel like I'm trapped. I feel this
pain today, like last night, and it is
not a smooth one. I can not move
for crying.
Golden Spirit Sex, what is a man
least like in the clouds? Or in an
image?
Wherever I go, I draw attention.
I am really scared of people. If
there is a "why" asked of me, I
would say something stupid: I
know.
There was this earworm, back
before recognition of me and this
fucked up wrong gender. Decades
prior to March. And so I began to ...
pain today, like last night, and it is
not a smooth one. I can not move
for crying.
Golden Spirit Sex, what is a man
least like in the clouds? Or in an
image?
Wherever I go, I draw attention.
I am really scared of people. If
there is a "why" asked of me, I
would say something stupid: I
know.
There was this earworm, back
before recognition of me and this
fucked up wrong gender. Decades
prior to March. And so I began to ...
#sadness
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0 Comments
Officialkn9ne
Poem Published
11th Sep 2018 9:12pm
11th Sep 2018 9:12pm
Alone
Do you ever get that feeling where you don't want to talk to anybody? You don't want to smile and you don't want to fake being happy. But at the same time you don't know exactly what's wrong either. There isn't a way to explain it to someone who doesn't already understand. If you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone. People have stopped being comforting, and being alone never was. At least when you're alone no one will constantly ask you 'what's wrong' and there isn't anyone who won't take 'I don't know' for an answer. You feel the way you do just because, you hope the...
#misunderstood
#frustration
#confusion #SelfReflection
#confusion #SelfReflection
32 reads
2 Comments
Officialkn9ne
Poem Published
11th Sep 2018 9:07pm
11th Sep 2018 9:07pm
Save Me
It's like, I want to explain how I feel. I really do, but there are no words in the dictionary for it. It's like their hidden, deep inside the dictionary, so I can't find them and tell everyone who asks, how I really feel. So I cover it with the words that so many people would rather hear. I'm fine, I swear.
If those words were not there stopping me from saying everything and the words in the dictionary came out from their hiding place and helped me. I wouldn't be so sad and quiet and muddled up inside.
Everyone would know I wasn't alright. Everyone would try and save me.
If those words were not there stopping me from saying everything and the words in the dictionary came out from their hiding place and helped me. I wouldn't be so sad and quiet and muddled up inside.
Everyone would know I wasn't alright. Everyone would try and save me.
#sadness
#loneliness
#misunderstood #emotional
#misunderstood #emotional
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2 Comments
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