Non-Fiction Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
Em-ily
Poem Published
27th Feb 2021 5:35pm
27th Feb 2021 5:35pm
And the lingering relationship between diva and before the performance
visual poem
18 reads
1 Comment
Write-On
Poem Published
26th Feb 2021 1:40am
26th Feb 2021 1:40am
Atrocity Exhibition, Chapter 1, page 9.
Atrocity Exhibition, Chapter 1, page 9.
(page 8 is better, and if you like it, then click view my poems as a list and go to page one, rather than read it backwards, which to me seemed to amplify certain of the themes, but in an opposite direction than where
– I supposit –
the writing intends. Though certainly, the hyper surreality of the source, coupled with the method does appear to lend itself to being read out of order. However, I think in that case, better to just jumble them and and recreate the apocryaphal scene of naked lunch's page...
(page 8 is better, and if you like it, then click view my poems as a list and go to page one, rather than read it backwards, which to me seemed to amplify certain of the themes, but in an opposite direction than where
– I supposit –
the writing intends. Though certainly, the hyper surreality of the source, coupled with the method does appear to lend itself to being read out of order. However, I think in that case, better to just jumble them and and recreate the apocryaphal scene of naked lunch's page...
#books
13 reads
VirgiliusMaro
Poem Published
25th Feb 2021 8:17pm
25th Feb 2021 8:17pm
The Sanctity of Art
Art is the stronghold of
freedom of expression
and danger abides when
political correctness is
allowed to undermine it.
Cultural sensitivity is important,
yea, vital to the progress of
mankind and will deepen with
our collective evolution.
The creative process of art,
however, must never subordinate
itself to what may seem more
palatable, whether politically
or socially. “The art that the world
calls immoral, is the art that shows
the world its own shame.” (Oscar Wilde)
Art is the creative force...
freedom of expression
and danger abides when
political correctness is
allowed to undermine it.
Cultural sensitivity is important,
yea, vital to the progress of
mankind and will deepen with
our collective evolution.
The creative process of art,
however, must never subordinate
itself to what may seem more
palatable, whether politically
or socially. “The art that the world
calls immoral, is the art that shows
the world its own shame.” (Oscar Wilde)
Art is the creative force...
#philosophical
30 reads
6 Comments
cold_fusion
Poem Published
25th Feb 2021 2:54am
25th Feb 2021 2:54am
liberty
.cast out
the outcast
realised
liberation
after
prolonged
delibration
love, bounds
and binds
yet
there exists
a space-time
there
too
how dumb.
listlessness
just a side, effect
of the birth
of freedom.
the outcast
realised
liberation
after
prolonged
delibration
love, bounds
and binds
yet
there exists
a space-time
there
too
how dumb.
listlessness
just a side, effect
of the birth
of freedom.
#LifeChangingMoment
#freedom
#philosophical
61 reads
RiAN
Poem Published
24th Feb 2021 6:39am
24th Feb 2021 6:39am
Storm is an astronaut
At half midnight they awaken
remnants from a rubiks cube start to preform their act
against walls slightly creeping over the ceiling
immaculate sights
I lay awake and wonder excruciating thoughts
existence riddled like a quivering yarn thread
breaking loose in spiraling motive
all seem air as helium is pumped into a balloon
propelled plastic from afar woven by wind
ghost after ghost begins to sigh
scraping fountains turn into metal blades
lancing spears soar sphered dusk
Earth I was bare
Now ...
remnants from a rubiks cube start to preform their act
against walls slightly creeping over the ceiling
immaculate sights
I lay awake and wonder excruciating thoughts
existence riddled like a quivering yarn thread
breaking loose in spiraling motive
all seem air as helium is pumped into a balloon
propelled plastic from afar woven by wind
ghost after ghost begins to sigh
scraping fountains turn into metal blades
lancing spears soar sphered dusk
Earth I was bare
Now ...
#storm
#nature
#sleep
36 reads
8 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2021 9:35am
23rd Feb 2021 9:35am
Chypre
His scent was like the fragrance of bottled adventure, fermented and crafted with time, vintage like whilst his elegance was stately, composed like an orchestrated symphony as I noted subtle signs of his masculinity whilst his prominence announced itself, and I dabbled in the depths of the unspoken but felt whilst inhaling the base notes of his essence, basking in the radiance of his playful aura as he tendered nothing but his raw authenticity & intelligence, and my lips squandered the opportunity as he beckoned me to come closer whilst strategically fingering the pattern etched upon my...
#lover
52 reads
5 Comments
ChynaBay311
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2021 4:31am
23rd Feb 2021 4:31am
DARK BLUE EYES
I took one look,
At those dark Blue Eyes,
I fell so deep into them,
I couldn't save myself.
Those Blue Eyes
told me all I wanted to know,
For I saw your love,
gentle, caring heart
That you hind so well.
For I know that it was
God’s plan for us to meet,
For we have had many,
Many bare missing in life,
But we finally got it right.
So, let’s begin life again,
With this new & exciting love.
At those dark Blue Eyes,
I fell so deep into them,
I couldn't save myself.
Those Blue Eyes
told me all I wanted to know,
For I saw your love,
gentle, caring heart
That you hind so well.
For I know that it was
God’s plan for us to meet,
For we have had many,
Many bare missing in life,
But we finally got it right.
So, let’s begin life again,
With this new & exciting love.
#happiness
#love
35 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2021 10:40am
22nd Feb 2021 10:40am
a note regarding a recently hidden poem
I removed my DV poem recently. Two people commented and what really got me was the victim shaming of the first commentor.
Firstly because the poem may not have been about me, and if it was, who is to say that it's not a poem about something that happened in the past, and I'm simply writing about it now.
Secondly, because DV relationships are so nuanced that it can be hard for so many reasons, for victims to leave.
For a lot of people with nowhere to go, the choice between staying and homelessness is a huge factor. They may not have any friends and family in...
Firstly because the poem may not have been about me, and if it was, who is to say that it's not a poem about something that happened in the past, and I'm simply writing about it now.
Secondly, because DV relationships are so nuanced that it can be hard for so many reasons, for victims to leave.
For a lot of people with nowhere to go, the choice between staying and homelessness is a huge factor. They may not have any friends and family in...
#conflict
#confessional
#DomesticViolence
79 reads
aries-faerie
Poem Published
20th Feb 2021 9:33pm
20th Feb 2021 9:33pm
finally free
I used to sleep on the edge of the bed
Desperately clinging to the side of my mattress
For the very presence of your body beside me in my bed was enough to keep me in a constant state of panic
You always fell asleep so quick,
So easily, so peacefully
Completely unaware of my fear,
Of my unrelenting restlessness
It took me hours to find enough peace in my chaos-ridden mind to begin to drift off
I feel though, as if I never truly slept in that bed next to you,
I just took a quick rest,
Just a little break whenever the night shift was slow...
Desperately clinging to the side of my mattress
For the very presence of your body beside me in my bed was enough to keep me in a constant state of panic
You always fell asleep so quick,
So easily, so peacefully
Completely unaware of my fear,
Of my unrelenting restlessness
It took me hours to find enough peace in my chaos-ridden mind to begin to drift off
I feel though, as if I never truly slept in that bed next to you,
I just took a quick rest,
Just a little break whenever the night shift was slow...
#abuse
#FeelingTrapped
#DomesticViolence
94 reads
16 Comments
Em-ily
Poem Published
19th Feb 2021 11:48pm
19th Feb 2021 11:48pm
there is no title to an apology
my apologies to the people who have been subjected to my shit. I am not a good interactor. I am insensitive, a terrible writer, and I have shoved my shit in your faces for so long and at such high volume that you have had no choice but to pay attention to me. And I wrote something very insensitive about the war which continues to affect so many lives today (I said I felt like it was my fault, which may have been just too much for a couple of big folks around here).
I have never been to war, and I can only comprehend it's horrors in my mind. Same thing with life on the...
I have never been to war, and I can only comprehend it's horrors in my mind. Same thing with life on the...
#myself
39 reads
6 Comments
Em-ily
Poem Published
19th Feb 2021 2:46am
19th Feb 2021 2:46am
On The Nature Of "It." Visual poem.
Please, anybody who is or who might be reading this, do not be alarmed.
These pieces regarding "It" are my attempt to understand / come to terms with something that happened 20 years ago, on or around June 21st, 2001.
Like Phillip K. Dick's Exegesis period,
a metaphysically dislocating experience
based upon what seemed to be information retrieval/revelation received from an unknown source, which source might equally as well merely been my imaginal and imagining conscious.
A metaphysically dislocating experience...
These pieces regarding "It" are my attempt to understand / come to terms with something that happened 20 years ago, on or around June 21st, 2001.
Like Phillip K. Dick's Exegesis period,
a metaphysically dislocating experience
based upon what seemed to be information retrieval/revelation received from an unknown source, which source might equally as well merely been my imaginal and imagining conscious.
A metaphysically dislocating experience...
#religion
#spiritual
11 reads
2 Comments
JakAlfhild
Poem Published
19th Feb 2021 00:33am
19th Feb 2021 00:33am
Still miss you
Four years now you’ve been gone
Hopefully to a better place
They said you were gone even before
Your heart gave out
But I wonder
Did you hear me?
Did you know I was there?
I’d always protected you growing up
This time
.......I couldn’t
I know you wanted
To stay
But it wasn’t meant to be
When I got the call
That your heart gave out...
..... a piece of mine died, too
I know I’m not alone in this world
In which I still roam
But it feels like it sometimes
Some days the memories...
Hopefully to a better place
They said you were gone even before
Your heart gave out
But I wonder
Did you hear me?
Did you know I was there?
I’d always protected you growing up
This time
.......I couldn’t
I know you wanted
To stay
But it wasn’t meant to be
When I got the call
That your heart gave out...
..... a piece of mine died, too
I know I’m not alone in this world
In which I still roam
But it feels like it sometimes
Some days the memories...
#sadness
#brother
#death #memories
#death #memories
20 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters (Page 2)
