Non-Fiction Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 4:57am
11th Jan 2025 4:57am
Tired of Pretending
Can't pretend that going to Josh's apartment twice uninvited was a good thing in the beginning of this year or me being manipulative in ways that hindered the connection was good. I'm realizing through watching a recent video about Sigma males that really I was in the wrong mostly.
But I knew it came from a fear of abandonment.
If he ever comes back, I wish to tell him how I really feeling, I'm scared he won't.
I've come to understand that I'm not really capable of being loved, and it's not because of behaviors that I'm even trying to choose consciously.
...
But I knew it came from a fear of abandonment.
If he ever comes back, I wish to tell him how I really feeling, I'm scared he won't.
I've come to understand that I'm not really capable of being loved, and it's not because of behaviors that I'm even trying to choose consciously.
...
#ForbiddenLove
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adagio
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 11:49pm
10th Jan 2025 11:49pm
Get Off My Plains Of Abraham, You Sick Son Of A bitch
Get Off My Plains Of Abraham, You Sick Son Of A bitch
Don't sucré me if tomorrow comes,
with a dark grammarian in shadows
editing my macabre.
Do re mi fa so, it doesn't pull my strings,
punk'd by Poe and Little Jackdaws.
So fuck you! and "Ring Around the Rosie."
I ain't a doctor, I'm a demented poet.
If I offend, it's because one is disillusioned
and a fool for rot. I ride my own plains of Abraham
and not a satanic jar of Milk Duds. Get a box of
Tide and wash the stains,...
Don't sucré me if tomorrow comes,
with a dark grammarian in shadows
editing my macabre.
Do re mi fa so, it doesn't pull my strings,
punk'd by Poe and Little Jackdaws.
So fuck you! and "Ring Around the Rosie."
I ain't a doctor, I'm a demented poet.
If I offend, it's because one is disillusioned
and a fool for rot. I ride my own plains of Abraham
and not a satanic jar of Milk Duds. Get a box of
Tide and wash the stains,...
#WritingPoetry
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HarleyQuinn80
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 3:21pm
10th Jan 2025 3:21pm
Forbidden Thoughts
As I sit at my window watching this winter storm, I am invaded by thoughts of my past and how things could have been. I think of a particular past lover, one who knew my body like it belonged to him. I used to write often of our trists, and naughty sessions. Looking back I'm thankful I never spoke of my feelings and played it cool. The more we met and talked, the more he had me falling for him. I, of course, never let him get even a clue. I didn't want to scare him, and I didn't want it to end.
I can tell you it's true, what they say about a Latino lover. You can't help but to...
I can tell you it's true, what they say about a Latino lover. You can't help but to...
#emotions
#gratitude
#happiness
#respect
#strength
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 12:11pm
10th Jan 2025 12:11pm
Anomaly
The reason I stopped looking for love is because it genuinely didn't find me.
I tried and I tried on those dating sites only to be met with incompatibility, lack of commitment, or toxicity.
Here's the thing I'll just never understand. Why is that the people who seem sweet and actually caring leave because of my mental illness? And then the toxic people who I don't want stay?
I'm not saying this has always been the case; guys have left or stayed for a myriad of reasons, toxic or not. But I've noticed a pattern of some kind. That the not as toxic people are out...
I tried and I tried on those dating sites only to be met with incompatibility, lack of commitment, or toxicity.
Here's the thing I'll just never understand. Why is that the people who seem sweet and actually caring leave because of my mental illness? And then the toxic people who I don't want stay?
I'm not saying this has always been the case; guys have left or stayed for a myriad of reasons, toxic or not. But I've noticed a pattern of some kind. That the not as toxic people are out...
#ForbiddenLove
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 8:43pm
8th Jan 2025 8:43pm
The No Bullshit Way to Being Positive
It's a dance for sure- the difference between ignoring your negative emotions unhealthily and facing them head on with authenticity and sincerity. The art of trusting your emotions are there for a reason vs projecting all your hurts onto others. These things can bleed into each other, but it comes with experience knowing how to navigate this complex issue.
Let's take self fulfilling prophecies for example. People often say "If you can't do something, you're right. If you can, you're also right." It is implying that positive thinking can lead to better outcomes in life and...
Let's take self fulfilling prophecies for example. People often say "If you can't do something, you're right. If you can, you're also right." It is implying that positive thinking can lead to better outcomes in life and...
#peace
#TimeHeals
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 6:17am
8th Jan 2025 6:17am
Daring To Be Negative
A big problem I face is having to soften up my words to make myself digestible to others. When honestly I have no capacity to be anything but authentic even if it stings.
A girl from that support group I dropped reached out to see if I need anything and wanted to connect on zoom. I said that's nice to hear, but that my problems are beyond anyone's help. I'm well aware of this, which is why I prefer to be alone. It's a necessity honestly. I knew it would be one day especially when people started finding out about the monster within.
I don't really talk on Facebook anymore...
A girl from that support group I dropped reached out to see if I need anything and wanted to connect on zoom. I said that's nice to hear, but that my problems are beyond anyone's help. I'm well aware of this, which is why I prefer to be alone. It's a necessity honestly. I knew it would be one day especially when people started finding out about the monster within.
I don't really talk on Facebook anymore...
#apathy
#dark
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Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 2:44am
8th Jan 2025 2:44am
Diary Entry I
Falling once again,
It’s her smile and elegance
That make it hard—
Pretending to stay friends.
What should I do?
Express nothing, or stay true to my heart,
Even if it may pull us apart.
It’s her smile and elegance
That make it hard—
Pretending to stay friends.
What should I do?
Express nothing, or stay true to my heart,
Even if it may pull us apart.
#FallingInLove
#ILoveYou
#love
#courage
#ForbiddenLove
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missjem56
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 2:15pm
7th Jan 2025 2:15pm
One Winter In North Wales
The temperature dropped to -19c
I ventured out into it
Dressed like a yeti
There was no wind
Everywhere was frozen, and still
And a strange silence, as if sound had frozen
Then i remembered a science documentary
Where a scientist demonstrated in temperatures the same
As we now had in the village
Firstly throwing a cup of cold water into the air
Then watching as it fell as water to the ground
The part of this demonstration that wowed me
Was when she threw a cup of scalding hot water into the air
As it fell to the ground as snow!...
I ventured out into it
Dressed like a yeti
There was no wind
Everywhere was frozen, and still
And a strange silence, as if sound had frozen
Then i remembered a science documentary
Where a scientist demonstrated in temperatures the same
As we now had in the village
Firstly throwing a cup of cold water into the air
Then watching as it fell as water to the ground
The part of this demonstration that wowed me
Was when she threw a cup of scalding hot water into the air
As it fell to the ground as snow!...
#beauty
#LifeAsAWriter
#nature
#science
#winter
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 3:07pm
6th Jan 2025 3:07pm
Facing The Monster In The Mirror
Sometimes, I think when I look into the mirror, I won't find me. I'll find my mother the witch constantly manipulating my mind.
I don't have the outside world. All I have is inside here. Step inside, on Nancy Lane.
Where I wasn't just tortured and abused, but where my dead soul is.
All my friends left, and then, there's Josh, the silent angel watching over me. Josh was the only one from my past who tried to reach out and make things right.
Step inside Hell's Hotel, where the Princess of Hell and Earth must communicate with demons and perform spells...
I don't have the outside world. All I have is inside here. Step inside, on Nancy Lane.
Where I wasn't just tortured and abused, but where my dead soul is.
All my friends left, and then, there's Josh, the silent angel watching over me. Josh was the only one from my past who tried to reach out and make things right.
Step inside Hell's Hotel, where the Princess of Hell and Earth must communicate with demons and perform spells...
#dark
#fear
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BaldyBrown
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 4:38am
6th Jan 2025 4:38am
Aioue - A Minimalist's Mainframe
Aioue (pronounced A-wah, with no emphasis on either syllable) is a way of seeing and living in the reality of the Source of all things. The word comes from the notion that it is made up entirely of vowels, which create the least amount of conscious intervention in the breath. Breath is a variation on a theme. For anything that grows it is the very definition of consciousness on any level. It is the eternal and the temporal residing in a one syllable word. Breath = Aioua
Life is re-animated when Aioua’s name enters again into you. It is spoken with every rhythmic cycle of breathing...
Life is re-animated when Aioua’s name enters again into you. It is spoken with every rhythmic cycle of breathing...
#God
#mythology
#TruthOfLife #universe
#TruthOfLife #universe
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 10:46am
5th Jan 2025 10:46am
Letter To You
I am writing a letter today.
For a person I used to know by name.
I am writing to see if you are well.
I hope I find you happy,swell.
Let me write this letter in ink.
I'll stamp it and begin to think.
Maybe this letter will find you one day.
Years later,on a sunny day.
Maybe you will read my cursive and smile.
And remember our memories,that lasted a while.
I'm gonna add in cursive ink.
I'll stamp it in a blink.
I'll add in all my love and appreciation.
For our friendship,a whole another nation.
For...
For a person I used to know by name.
I am writing to see if you are well.
I hope I find you happy,swell.
Let me write this letter in ink.
I'll stamp it and begin to think.
Maybe this letter will find you one day.
Years later,on a sunny day.
Maybe you will read my cursive and smile.
And remember our memories,that lasted a while.
I'm gonna add in cursive ink.
I'll stamp it in a blink.
I'll add in all my love and appreciation.
For our friendship,a whole another nation.
For...
#happiness
#memorial
#nostalgia
#sadness
#uplifting
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DU Poetry : Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters (Page 2)
