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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.
ceceliafox
Poem Published
Today 6:57am
Today 6:57am
its time to talk about what happend last year
I hadn't done my hair in weeks , my hair was in what was supposed to be a bun at the top of my head but instead of a bun it was a nest of knotted curls that haven't been brushed in weeks. what was once gorgeous thick curls was now thin and brittle waves knotted on the top of my head . what was once glowing skin was now sickly and pale with dark bags under my eyes that matched the color of a plum . my lips were cracked and my eyes were red. I have felt so numb for months and its not like I didn't try reaching for help because i did but soon enough found out that no one cared . my thoughts were...
#grief
#emptiness
14 reads
1 Comment
wizkatfood
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:39pm
Yesterday 8:39pm
To be honest...
This is an entry on 17 nov. 2019 detailing what I do once I submit a poem on DU Poetry.
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It has probably been over the 20th time that I’ve looked again at my new submission on DU.
I cannot help but think that it’s continuing to degrade me slowly on the inside every time I look at it.
Every time I submit something, there is a rush of excitement, perhaps from the satisfaction of expressing my emotions out there into the world. However, the adrenaline runs out pretty quickly, and soon enough, I’m drowning myself in a black hole of insecurity and...
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It has probably been over the 20th time that I’ve looked again at my new submission on DU.
I cannot help but think that it’s continuing to degrade me slowly on the inside every time I look at it.
Every time I submit something, there is a rush of excitement, perhaps from the satisfaction of expressing my emotions out there into the world. However, the adrenaline runs out pretty quickly, and soon enough, I’m drowning myself in a black hole of insecurity and...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
6 reads
sunsettown
Poem Published
16th Nov 2019 9:21pm
16th Nov 2019 9:21pm
i feel numb
may be not today
not tomorrow
but someday
that rock you wear in your heart
will fucking sink you
not tomorrow
but someday
that rock you wear in your heart
will fucking sink you
#emptiness
#apathy
40 reads
BobbyJames
Poem Published
15th Nov 2019 6:46am
15th Nov 2019 6:46am
The Bitch and Bastard for Walking Away - Part III
Breathing Underwater
The weather has left me speechless. This slow wash into the harvest peels layers of air. Three down, who am I now?
That's a difficult reach. In any case, reflection isn't a branch to grasp, and ripples are distortions of the past. I no longer recognize sense as property, but this sinking feeling seems to belong.
A piping hot hook between sand and surface fizzles on a wispy lifeline. It's consumed for eventual suffocation when called to answer. I promise of every ounce in motion that hangs in this moment, questions are vain.
This...
The weather has left me speechless. This slow wash into the harvest peels layers of air. Three down, who am I now?
That's a difficult reach. In any case, reflection isn't a branch to grasp, and ripples are distortions of the past. I no longer recognize sense as property, but this sinking feeling seems to belong.
A piping hot hook between sand and surface fizzles on a wispy lifeline. It's consumed for eventual suffocation when called to answer. I promise of every ounce in motion that hangs in this moment, questions are vain.
This...
#identity
#mirror
#narrative
#emptiness
#nonfiction
14 reads
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sunsettown
Poem Published
14th Nov 2019 9:57pm
14th Nov 2019 9:57pm
the last word
i sit here
staring through the dusty glass
in this dark tunnel
as the rail noise vibrates my eardrums
jostles my thoughts
i don’t like what i see
this distorted reflection
of a poet by night
slipstreaming between times
and i understand
this is a trip due to end
and the footprints that follow me
immersed in my past
fading
never meant to be remembered
the air i breathe
becomes thin
short of one last chapter
to complete my book
as i take this journey ...
staring through the dusty glass
in this dark tunnel
as the rail noise vibrates my eardrums
jostles my thoughts
i don’t like what i see
this distorted reflection
of a poet by night
slipstreaming between times
and i understand
this is a trip due to end
and the footprints that follow me
immersed in my past
fading
never meant to be remembered
the air i breathe
becomes thin
short of one last chapter
to complete my book
as i take this journey ...
#TruthOfLife
#LifeCycle
55 reads
7 Comments
XXcrazychickXX
Shon
Shon
Poem Published
14th Nov 2019 8:25am
14th Nov 2019 8:25am
Another Nameless One
Someone politely reminded
me that I wasn’t remembering
you in the best way that I could
That I wasn't letting what isn't
real control me
I still feel like I'm spiraling
because she made me out to
be so much like you
-That she hated it
So all I could see was me in you
and that I loved you the best
even though she didn't want me to
know you
I knew you and knew I wanted you
here so much
Today, I’m really not ok
me that I wasn’t remembering
you in the best way that I could
That I wasn't letting what isn't
real control me
I still feel like I'm spiraling
because she made me out to
be so much like you
-That she hated it
So all I could see was me in you
and that I loved you the best
even though she didn't want me to
know you
I knew you and knew I wanted you
here so much
Today, I’m really not ok
#grief
#death
15 reads
XXcrazychickXX
Shon
Shon
Poem Published
14th Nov 2019 8:22am
14th Nov 2019 8:22am
Nameless
Just ranting.
…
I'm not the same as I was
four days ago
Before I changed eight
months ago
Before I was different
almost a year ago
Every time, a little or a
lot more fear was put
into me on those three separate
occasions
Reminders constantly
associated
With what comes from my
mouth
So that my triggers are at
The forefront
Realizing that I'm being
Pinpointed for the things I
wanted no parts of
Because the biggest
heartbreak came when
you...
…
I'm not the same as I was
four days ago
Before I changed eight
months ago
Before I was different
almost a year ago
Every time, a little or a
lot more fear was put
into me on those three separate
occasions
Reminders constantly
associated
With what comes from my
mouth
So that my triggers are at
The forefront
Realizing that I'm being
Pinpointed for the things I
wanted no parts of
Because the biggest
heartbreak came when
you...
#sadness
#grief
#death
10 reads
dizzzzzzy
616
616
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 4:48am
13th Nov 2019 4:48am
GOD
Where's your referral?
#TimeHeals
35 reads
4 Comments
dizzzzzzy
616
616
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 7:50pm
12th Nov 2019 7:50pm
As long as u pretend to be a stranger
I can pretend to treat u as one.
#TimeHeals
#respect
44 reads
9 Comments
Unredeemed
Vickie
Vickie
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 6:21am
12th Nov 2019 6:21am
Weird Dream
Weird Dream:
There is a girl with long brown hair, in torn and tattered clothes. She is tall and thin and her skirt is flapping in the wind. It is cold and the girl is riding on an old ship in the ocean. The water is quiet and still with nothing in site for miles except for a rusty bridge to nowhere (it literally begans and ends in the water). She is completely alone and the ship is sinking as it floats to the narrow metal, bridge. I watch her as she climbs from the ship onto a small platform at the base of the bridge. She begins to pull what looks like luggage made of canvas off...
There is a girl with long brown hair, in torn and tattered clothes. She is tall and thin and her skirt is flapping in the wind. It is cold and the girl is riding on an old ship in the ocean. The water is quiet and still with nothing in site for miles except for a rusty bridge to nowhere (it literally begans and ends in the water). She is completely alone and the ship is sinking as it floats to the narrow metal, bridge. I watch her as she climbs from the ship onto a small platform at the base of the bridge. She begins to pull what looks like luggage made of canvas off...
#dreams
27 reads
1 Comment
Unredeemed
Vickie
Vickie
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 6:20am
12th Nov 2019 6:20am
What hurts more?
There is a song I listen to from time to time. Its hook line says "can you tell me what hurts more, is it remembering or forgetting?"
I've thought about that question a lot lately. I don't know who wrote the song, or what they were remembering and forgetting but I understand the complexity of the question.
The pain of remembering is sharp, deep, and sudden. Old wounds can fillet open with just one thought, and I am back in a battle that I'm not sure I'll survive. As one thought leads to another, the dam breaks, and I begin to drown in the blood of invisible injuries that...
I've thought about that question a lot lately. I don't know who wrote the song, or what they were remembering and forgetting but I understand the complexity of the question.
The pain of remembering is sharp, deep, and sudden. Old wounds can fillet open with just one thought, and I am back in a battle that I'm not sure I'll survive. As one thought leads to another, the dam breaks, and I begin to drown in the blood of invisible injuries that...
#TruthOfLife
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0 Comments
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