Non-Fiction Prose
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
darkblue
Poem Published
16th Apr 2018 3:57pm
16th Apr 2018 3:57pm
unheard , un read and
Unheard
I have been diagnosed with many things, by many Doctors some just as excuses to move me on, some just nodded as I talk, not understanding me.
So let me begin, let me try to explain what it is like being in my head and the gaps the NHS let me fall through, fail me and add to my problems.
I am 48, I have mental health issues, of some kind for 39 years. Abused as a child, living with a mentally unfit mother and a alcoholic abusive father, I was labelled a problem child at school, disruptive, cheeky and as one teacher put it “a basket case in the making”.
I was bullied...
I have been diagnosed with many things, by many Doctors some just as excuses to move me on, some just nodded as I talk, not understanding me.
So let me begin, let me try to explain what it is like being in my head and the gaps the NHS let me fall through, fail me and add to my problems.
I am 48, I have mental health issues, of some kind for 39 years. Abused as a child, living with a mentally unfit mother and a alcoholic abusive father, I was labelled a problem child at school, disruptive, cheeky and as one teacher put it “a basket case in the making”.
I was bullied...
#depression
#dark
#heartbroken
#death
#MentalHealth
34 reads
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
16th Apr 2018 11:43am
16th Apr 2018 11:43am
Aeviternal
I'm an amateur writer, a kinky lover, a fair fighter, and a survivor... of incompetent hands.
I wonder if he remembers the words that bound us ?!
I adore coffee but hate the ongoing buzz it gives to me as I bounce off the walls when I’m alone. It interferes with my sleep patterns if I consume too much.
I’d much prefer to be crawling the walls face first as you pin me upon the wall via the width & length of your throbbing gorgeousness.
The chemical daze of dopamine, serotonin and oxytocin is my kind of natural high. I don’t do drugs but I’m a sex addict, by default. ...
I wonder if he remembers the words that bound us ?!
I adore coffee but hate the ongoing buzz it gives to me as I bounce off the walls when I’m alone. It interferes with my sleep patterns if I consume too much.
I’d much prefer to be crawling the walls face first as you pin me upon the wall via the width & length of your throbbing gorgeousness.
The chemical daze of dopamine, serotonin and oxytocin is my kind of natural high. I don’t do drugs but I’m a sex addict, by default. ...
#love
41 reads
6 Comments
cold_fusion
Poem Published
14th Apr 2018 1:10pm
14th Apr 2018 1:10pm
traversing the void
it's a hollow feeling.
Credits for the poem's editing........ Teri the awesome friend a.k.a Amorous_Tryst
#loneliness
81 reads
10 Comments
jmerrick73
Poem Published
14th Apr 2018 12:11pm
14th Apr 2018 12:11pm
Here......
Here i sit.
Here i sit upon this porcelain contraption
Here.
Here taking a shit.
No gallbladder to break down it's content.
Ooozin like chocolate ice cream,
out it's dispensing machine.
There is pain accompanying this horrendous,smelly shit.
15 minutes done passed.
I'm still sitting here taking a shit.
God, how much longer shall this shit last?
The shit ordeal has concluded.
I've given straight facts, nothing was diluted.
The golgothan of shits.
Evil to it's very core.
Down to the hellish stinky depths of my toilet...
Here i sit upon this porcelain contraption
Here.
Here taking a shit.
No gallbladder to break down it's content.
Ooozin like chocolate ice cream,
out it's dispensing machine.
There is pain accompanying this horrendous,smelly shit.
15 minutes done passed.
I'm still sitting here taking a shit.
God, how much longer shall this shit last?
The shit ordeal has concluded.
I've given straight facts, nothing was diluted.
The golgothan of shits.
Evil to it's very core.
Down to the hellish stinky depths of my toilet...
#anxiety
14 reads
1 Comment
MsHighMaintenance
Poem Published
14th Apr 2018 5:12am
14th Apr 2018 5:12am
Broken Shackles
Years before we start to accept who we are.
We wait for those whose opinions mattered.
They say don’t stray too far away from the lines.
People had a lot to say.
Daggers slice through our soul.
Punches come in from every direction.
Leaving us tattered, torn, scarred for life.
We have been broken down. Shattered to pieces.
We hurt, we bleed, we cry a river.
We hide away from who we truly are inside.
We contain, control, and restrict ourselves from breaking free.
We both know it. We were looking to belong. To fit in.
Will we ever...
We wait for those whose opinions mattered.
They say don’t stray too far away from the lines.
People had a lot to say.
Daggers slice through our soul.
Punches come in from every direction.
Leaving us tattered, torn, scarred for life.
We have been broken down. Shattered to pieces.
We hurt, we bleed, we cry a river.
We hide away from who we truly are inside.
We contain, control, and restrict ourselves from breaking free.
We both know it. We were looking to belong. To fit in.
Will we ever...
#happiness
#strength
#hope
#courage
#inspirational
21 reads
2 Comments
Kaywrites
Poem Published
13th Apr 2018 3:58am
13th Apr 2018 3:58am
I survived
My momma had two kids me and my twin... I survived
Elementary school ... I survived
First time falling of a bike... I survived
Molested by my dad ... I survived
First fight ... I survived
Loosing my best friends ... I survived
Being called fat and ugly ... I survived
Being homeless twice ... I survived
Lost my grandma to cancer ... I survived
Broke my arm ... I survived
Middle school... I survived
Lost my dad to a gun , he pulled the trigger ... I survived
Not fitting in with my momma family ... I survived ...
Elementary school ... I survived
First time falling of a bike... I survived
Molested by my dad ... I survived
First fight ... I survived
Loosing my best friends ... I survived
Being called fat and ugly ... I survived
Being homeless twice ... I survived
Lost my grandma to cancer ... I survived
Broke my arm ... I survived
Middle school... I survived
Lost my dad to a gun , he pulled the trigger ... I survived
Not fitting in with my momma family ... I survived ...
#strength
21 reads
1 Comment
Hiddenlistener
Austin2002
Austin2002
Poem Published
13th Apr 2018 1:55am
13th Apr 2018 1:55am
My rolemodel.
You're right surprisingly I focus on myself and what I'm supposed to do I'm going I'm going to my guidance counselor I shouldn't have to deal with this but I have I wasn't prepared for this nor should I have to be I'll do it I'll do everything I'm supposed to I'm going to try to get that job and I'm going to save my money buy myself a car time I start acting like I'm actually 16 not 25 not 10 I'm 16 almost an adult it's time to act like one thank you for everything I won't let you down I'll make you proud just wait and I know I haven't said this in a while but I love you and thankful that...
#father
#LifeStruggles
#patience
20 reads
0 Comments
JnMlngr
Poem Published
12th Apr 2018 10:46pm
12th Apr 2018 10:46pm
the shockvasttube blue arora
#universe
25 reads
0 Comments
JnMlngr
Poem Published
12th Apr 2018 10:27pm
12th Apr 2018 10:27pm
the far clack
if gum cranked in fast hurry ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^would sit dream
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV______________________& stitch
&
&
&
a manner far in
)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
VVVVVVVVV^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^fur!
& shake
*for inward flashVVVVVVVVVVVVV^^^^^^^^^^
& keep
(till en^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^fur gooly (dup)
& for wonerful dizzy lie^^^^^^for ____________that i can't touch
yet
//got caught
in silly place ...
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^would sit dream
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV______________________& stitch
&
&
&
a manner far in
)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
VVVVVVVVV^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^fur!
& shake
*for inward flashVVVVVVVVVVVVV^^^^^^^^^^
& keep
(till en^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^fur gooly (dup)
& for wonerful dizzy lie^^^^^^for ____________that i can't touch
yet
//got caught
in silly place ...
#nature
20 reads
0 Comments
Kaywrites
Poem Published
12th Apr 2018 1:26am
12th Apr 2018 1:26am
No longer quiet
I'm told to keep my mouth closed but I'm going to open it and speak the truth 🗣 my most precious gift was took by a man , a man who supposed to keep and protect me from those kinds of things ...my dad he molested me at the ages 8-10 buut I finally spoke up and everybody turned against me said I'm lying or I'm just jealous sooo while we in court I told them everything was lie so I could make everyone else happy so last year (2017) I actually decided to go through with it and tell the truth because why should I have to walk around with the stress and being disgusted with myself and...
#anger
#identity
#abuse #MeToo
#abuse #MeToo
40 reads
4 Comments
Hiddenlistener
Austin2002
Austin2002
Poem Published
11th Apr 2018 11:34pm
11th Apr 2018 11:34pm
do what you want
You know what to do anymore what do you want me to do do you actually want me to leave if you do tell me all I've ever asked for was for you to be honest all I ever ask for sick of being broken you've had my life in your hands but chose not to throw me away what purpose do you have for me if you wanted me gone I would already be be honest with yourself with me and with everyone else you said it's hard how is it hard to say what you want we all got our wants and we all got our needs I'm asking you what you want what do you expect me to do your sister said leave my sister alone but before that...
#sadness
#anxiety
#loneliness
#confessional
#confusion
29 reads
0 Comments
_boybrains
Poem Published
11th Apr 2018 11:29am
11th Apr 2018 11:29am
Ache.
I thought about burning
this unrecognisable body;
fuel all the flames until
there is no more agony
left inside of me,
I thought about drowning
this unrecognisable mind;
washing away these putrid
feelings & images floating
behind.
this unrecognisable body;
fuel all the flames until
there is no more agony
left inside of me,
I thought about drowning
this unrecognisable mind;
washing away these putrid
feelings & images floating
behind.
#sadness
#dark
#abuse
#oppression
#LifeStruggles
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DU Poetry : Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters (Page 2)
