Long Non-Fiction Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
tomyaccusers
Poem Published
14th Mar 2024 12:05pm
14th Mar 2024 12:05pm
She burns gossipers
Now I am aware that if I gave you the full testimony it would take you all approximately 2 hours of your time plus additional time to go through a folder full of maps, plans, descriptions and images that were submitted to Interpol and additional hours, weeks, months, of extra gossip fodder for you.
So,instead, I am disclosing an illustration I completed in 2009 called “Friend or foe”. This illustration is how I dealt with my ex’s and 1989 and how I first expressed my story to the outside.
The moon in my pictures always represent my Mother and the sun my Father....
So,instead, I am disclosing an illustration I completed in 2009 called “Friend or foe”. This illustration is how I dealt with my ex’s and 1989 and how I first expressed my story to the outside.
The moon in my pictures always represent my Mother and the sun my Father....
#mythology
61 reads
tomyaccusers
Poem Published
8th Mar 2024 3:47pm
8th Mar 2024 3:47pm
For the Gossips ; Malicious obedience
Demographics..
Generally you are predominantly women who live in the same country, same region and whom lead relatively humdrum lives.
You have found a man, sooked his plooms, got married, had babies and now drive his SUV.
You were born, bred and educated into believing that was your role in life.
A woman’s sole purpose, soul desire, soul aspiration is to turn into your mammy, change nappies, go shopping, bake cakes and clean up after the kiddies and beloved.
My guess is some of you are still striving to fulfil...
Generally you are predominantly women who live in the same country, same region and whom lead relatively humdrum lives.
You have found a man, sooked his plooms, got married, had babies and now drive his SUV.
You were born, bred and educated into believing that was your role in life.
A woman’s sole purpose, soul desire, soul aspiration is to turn into your mammy, change nappies, go shopping, bake cakes and clean up after the kiddies and beloved.
My guess is some of you are still striving to fulfil...
#jealousy
66 reads
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
5th Mar 2024 2:32pm
5th Mar 2024 2:32pm
Yes I want Darsi
Yes I want Darsi
What a cute mischievous creature
Its written in its face
I want art
It is an ancient attraction to it
I emerge into it
But some days
I just need a futile existence
I need to be nothing
Look at this monster
With the ugliest face on earth
Why do not they chase me away from this bar
Everybody is so friendly to me these times
And I smell
Art
I just can not resist that damn fuck.
Writing these verses on my phone
And there's been an earthquake in...
What a cute mischievous creature
Its written in its face
I want art
It is an ancient attraction to it
I emerge into it
But some days
I just need a futile existence
I need to be nothing
Look at this monster
With the ugliest face on earth
Why do not they chase me away from this bar
Everybody is so friendly to me these times
And I smell
Art
I just can not resist that damn fuck.
Writing these verses on my phone
And there's been an earthquake in...
#confessional
72 reads
2 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
26th Feb 2024 4:22pm
26th Feb 2024 4:22pm
Parallel Lives - Journal Entry: February 26, 2024
Journal Entry: February 26, 2024
Today, as I looked deeper into the historical archives of the Dallas Library, I unearthed another piece of my great-grandmother's story. Her presence seemed to leap out at me with a vibrancy that belied the passage of time and I could almost hear her whisper, “Keep searching for me.”
The photograph that caught my eye was one of her at the age of seventeen, radiant and beaming with the confidence of youth. She was the winner of a swimsuit competition held in Dallas in the summer of 1950. Her beauty was undeniable, a timeless elegance...
Today, as I looked deeper into the historical archives of the Dallas Library, I unearthed another piece of my great-grandmother's story. Her presence seemed to leap out at me with a vibrancy that belied the passage of time and I could almost hear her whisper, “Keep searching for me.”
The photograph that caught my eye was one of her at the age of seventeen, radiant and beaming with the confidence of youth. She was the winner of a swimsuit competition held in Dallas in the summer of 1950. Her beauty was undeniable, a timeless elegance...
#love
#historical
92 reads
3 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
26th Feb 2024 1:12am
26th Feb 2024 1:12am
No Worship but Bliss
- No Worship but Bliss -
--- Being some personal musings and thoughts that I wrote down on Saturday, February 10, 2024
I stopped seeing my former therapist, her name was Gloria in case I never mentioned it, and our final session was at the beginning of last month. She set me up with a new psychotherapist named Megan. I was apprehensive about going in to see her this week, and on Wednesday when the appointment was at hand I actually was not planning on going in to see her, mostly because I was worried she was going to want me to talk about things I was unwilling or unprepared to...
--- Being some personal musings and thoughts that I wrote down on Saturday, February 10, 2024
I stopped seeing my former therapist, her name was Gloria in case I never mentioned it, and our final session was at the beginning of last month. She set me up with a new psychotherapist named Megan. I was apprehensive about going in to see her this week, and on Wednesday when the appointment was at hand I actually was not planning on going in to see her, mostly because I was worried she was going to want me to talk about things I was unwilling or unprepared to...
#relationships
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#confessional
#SelfReflection
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0 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
21st Feb 2024 2:11pm
21st Feb 2024 2:11pm
My Great-Grandmother, the Queen of Frogtown
Sitting in the cozy corner of the downtown Dallas library I was drawn deeper into the mysterious life of my great-grandmother, Louise. At 28 weeks pregnant, with a growing life inside me, the urge to unravel the secrets of my family's past is strong.
Louise, the enigmatic figure whose existence is little more than whispers and faded photographs, holds a special place in my curiosity. Born in the early 1930s, she navigated the shifting landscape of Dallas in the late 1950s, a time when the city was bustling with industrialization. But it wasn't the factories or the skyscrapers that...
Louise, the enigmatic figure whose existence is little more than whispers and faded photographs, holds a special place in my curiosity. Born in the early 1930s, she navigated the shifting landscape of Dallas in the late 1950s, a time when the city was bustling with industrialization. But it wasn't the factories or the skyscrapers that...
#relationships
#historical
97 reads
4 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
17th Feb 2024 9:42am
17th Feb 2024 9:42am
One for the Ages: Past Life Regression on Replay
#love
#culture
52 reads
2 Comments
alliwantisnothing
Poem Published
12th Feb 2024 7:17pm
12th Feb 2024 7:17pm
a letter to my mother
dear mom,
people have divorced parents. this is something else. it's been eleven years since the last time we saw each other, and almost ten years since we last spoke on the phone. i was 7 years old then. i'm turning 18 in june. i'm on the honor roll and the student council. i got accepted into every college i applied to, mom! i'm going to be a clinical psychologist. i got a good scholarship too, despite missing about a third of my freshman year. i won't tell you why that is. my gpa took a pretty hard hit and i'll leave it at that. i work really hard in school, i think that's the...
people have divorced parents. this is something else. it's been eleven years since the last time we saw each other, and almost ten years since we last spoke on the phone. i was 7 years old then. i'm turning 18 in june. i'm on the honor roll and the student council. i got accepted into every college i applied to, mom! i'm going to be a clinical psychologist. i got a good scholarship too, despite missing about a third of my freshman year. i won't tell you why that is. my gpa took a pretty hard hit and i'll leave it at that. i work really hard in school, i think that's the...
#regret
#mother
#betrayal
#separation
#daughter
116 reads
1 Comment
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
7th Feb 2024 00:48am
7th Feb 2024 00:48am
The Miracle of the Divine Twins
#God
#rebirth
#spiritual
#mythology
#desert
41 reads
0 Comments
Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2024 7:35pm
3rd Feb 2024 7:35pm
Thee Invisible Heart
Deep in the basement, where science meets the street, Frankie Rocco and Sol, cookin' up something neat. Using Sol's genius, with glasses all misted, They craft a light-bendin' suit, mission enlisted.
Down the dusty stairway, Frankie hurries down, Checkin' on his friend's work, the coolest in town. Sol, the autistic genius, ginger afro like a microphone, Smiles big, glasses misted, saying, "It's done, yow."
On gritty Swansea streets, Eliza Cox locks the doors up tight, Social worker for Frankie, dealing with his plight. Lost his daughter Izzy to adoption, a pain...
Down the dusty stairway, Frankie hurries down, Checkin' on his friend's work, the coolest in town. Sol, the autistic genius, ginger afro like a microphone, Smiles big, glasses misted, saying, "It's done, yow."
On gritty Swansea streets, Eliza Cox locks the doors up tight, Social worker for Frankie, dealing with his plight. Lost his daughter Izzy to adoption, a pain...
#love
#father
#separation
#daughter
#fatherhood
232 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters (Page 2)
