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.
IntoTheRain
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 5:19pm
14th Nov 2024 5:19pm
Stillness
He is kneeling at the dining room table,
as if he is praying.
Tenderly he opens his hands,
and I see he is cradling our sky blue parakeet.
Tears streaming down his red cheeks, he looks at me.
The tiny creature taking its last breaths.
Feathers ripped from its wings and blood speckled on Dad's fingers.
The cat, I thought. Oh no.
We didn't say a word. His eyes told me there was nothing we can do.
Suddenly, I am spinning.
My throat becomes tight, like a hand is pressing against my voice box.
My eyes become hot,...
as if he is praying.
Tenderly he opens his hands,
and I see he is cradling our sky blue parakeet.
Tears streaming down his red cheeks, he looks at me.
The tiny creature taking its last breaths.
Feathers ripped from its wings and blood speckled on Dad's fingers.
The cat, I thought. Oh no.
We didn't say a word. His eyes told me there was nothing we can do.
Suddenly, I am spinning.
My throat becomes tight, like a hand is pressing against my voice box.
My eyes become hot,...
#anxiety
#childhood
#despair
#family
#sadness
137 reads
7 Comments
Particles_Of_HerII
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 7:13am
14th Nov 2024 7:13am
Untitl'd, there's no poetry for this
Had told them “keep your paper gods”,
Ive my own ..
whom exfoliates the illusions away
you were the one thing that remain'd constant
in my life .. until you didn't
the moon went fr’m being majestique
to splinter’d then morph’d into symptoms
of something perverted:
all the tale-tell signs of that I'd given away
the Gift of Trust
.. that I lov’d a little too deeply
…simply invest’d a little too much, of myself..
...
Ive my own ..
whom exfoliates the illusions away
you were the one thing that remain'd constant
in my life .. until you didn't
the moon went fr’m being majestique
to splinter’d then morph’d into symptoms
of something perverted:
all the tale-tell signs of that I'd given away
the Gift of Trust
.. that I lov’d a little too deeply
…simply invest’d a little too much, of myself..
...
#LifeChangingMoment
#love
#hurt #rejection
#hurt #rejection
241 reads
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 8:27am
13th Nov 2024 8:27am
Much Obliged
You know I haven’t written in a collaboration since close to two years ago. I’ve said many times on here I used to do a lot of songwriting with an old buddy until we had a falling out. Then there was getting healthy, and ending the long journey with booze. Then I came here to DU. And started over, took a chance I still could do this thing it is we do. I watch to many mobster movies, I know. lol.
Collaborations are an art form in my opinion. It requires trust and compromise, a certain etiquette that writer’s often possess and share in each other’s company. Because from one...
Collaborations are an art form in my opinion. It requires trust and compromise, a certain etiquette that writer’s often possess and share in each other’s company. Because from one...
#confessional
#prose
146 reads
24 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 7:48pm
12th Nov 2024 7:48pm
King Crimson- In The Wake Of Poseidon
During the US tour in late 1969, King Crimson imploded. Ian McDonald and Michael Giles had too much too soon and would depart to record an eponymous record. Similarly, Greg Lake had met up with Keith Emerson (formerly of The Nice) while on tour and agreed to form a band upon their return to the UK. (Emerson, Lake & Palmer) Robert Fripp & Peter Sinfield were left with the reigns of the band and faced the task of recording the follow-up. (though both Lake & Giles did make contributions to the album with the latter's brother Peter adding bass). In March of 1970 Robert Fripp was asked...
#historical
#music
#narrative #nonfiction
#narrative #nonfiction
68 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 7:34pm
12th Nov 2024 7:34pm
King Crimson- In The Court Of The Crimson King
King Crimson were an English based Progressive Rock band that formed in London in 1968.
The roots of King Crimson start pre-1969 with the light-weight, pop efforts of Giles, Giles & Fripp. After failing to get any gigs what so ever and receiving a dismal response from anyone who heard them, Pete Giles left. Around the end of 1968 Pete's brother Mike and Robert Fripp conceived King Crimson and added Ian McDonald on reeds, Greg Lake on bass and vocals and lyricist Peter Sinfield, who was McDonald's songwriting partner became the bands fifth member. King Crimson was born.
...
The roots of King Crimson start pre-1969 with the light-weight, pop efforts of Giles, Giles & Fripp. After failing to get any gigs what so ever and receiving a dismal response from anyone who heard them, Pete Giles left. Around the end of 1968 Pete's brother Mike and Robert Fripp conceived King Crimson and added Ian McDonald on reeds, Greg Lake on bass and vocals and lyricist Peter Sinfield, who was McDonald's songwriting partner became the bands fifth member. King Crimson was born.
...
#historical
#music
#narrative #nonfiction
#narrative #nonfiction
129 reads
10 Comments
Her
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 12:23pm
7th Nov 2024 12:23pm
My Thought for Today: Finding Joy
Finding joy when there doesn’t seem to be a reason to may seem impossible, but to me, it’s becoming a way of life. When I tell people my story it takes a minute. I make sure to prepare them beforehand. Usually I get a head nod and a reassuring smile or an “it’s okay,” while they patiently wait. My deep breath isn’t as audible anymore, but it’s there. When I finish, I make sure to add something positive, such as, “I’m grateful to be where I am,” or “there’s so much more for me to learn,” because those things are the truth. You don’t live through the things I have and the amount of things I...
#happiness
150 reads
12 Comments
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 3:54pm
6th Nov 2024 3:54pm
Landscape with Fall of Democracy
If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher.
As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.”
- Abraham Lincoln
SHAMERICA YOU CHARLATAN, YOU RUBE,
When it comes time to write
Your fall, let it be said
You leapt giddily off the edge, and took bodily the rest,
For reasons lost to sense,
Like lemmings trailing blindly
The worst among us all.
But...
As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.”
- Abraham Lincoln
SHAMERICA YOU CHARLATAN, YOU RUBE,
When it comes time to write
Your fall, let it be said
You leapt giddily off the edge, and took bodily the rest,
For reasons lost to sense,
Like lemmings trailing blindly
The worst among us all.
But...
#freedom
#morality
#politics #responsibility
#politics #responsibility
5 reads
Her
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 11:41am
6th Nov 2024 11:41am
My Thought for Today: Silence Kills
Most often, suffering happens behind closed doors. Whatever the reason, be it depression, anxiety, abuse, neglect, loneliness, shame, serious mental Illness, addiction or addictive behavior, anything that causes a person to suffer is usually difficult for someone to talk about, so reaching out can sometimes feel near impossible. As the suffering builds, the harder it seems to ask for help and can it can become a continuous loop of anguish. The perfect recipe for that one thought to creep in and grab hold. And when that happens the people in your life may not recognize the warning signs. ...
#CallToAction
#LifeChangingMoment
#suicide
135 reads
14 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 8:13am
5th Nov 2024 8:13am
God is good but you’re an evil demonic karmic, still awaiting their fate…
#honesty
59 reads
2 Comments
Her
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 11:07am
3rd Nov 2024 11:07am
Kink & BDSM: A Glimpse Into Why We Like What We Like
We all have particular sexual ideas that excite us, but most of the time, we think in terms of the specific behaviors. If you dig a little bit deeper though, underneath the behaviors themselves, you can get an interesting window into your erotic psychology – and why you crave the things that you do.
BDSM means bondage, discipline, sadism, masochism. Bondage is all about the art of restraint for erotic purposes. It can refer to actual bondage or alternatively being “bound” to a rule, which is where discipline comes in. Sadism is pleasure from inflicting pain or...
BDSM means bondage, discipline, sadism, masochism. Bondage is all about the art of restraint for erotic purposes. It can refer to actual bondage or alternatively being “bound” to a rule, which is where discipline comes in. Sadism is pleasure from inflicting pain or...
#BDSM
209 reads
21 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 8:16am
2nd Nov 2024 8:16am
Backstage (Van Halen)
Welcome Backstage, I’m Damian DeadLove. The year was 1996, September 4th to be precise. I’m watching the MTV awards show for some reason, I’ve never been huge into watching the award’s ceremony. Not even for live performances, mainly because the sound was never great on those shows. In my opinion that is.
Dennis Miller, the comedian, was the host that night. He was ready to announce the next presenter, and I was floored when he uttered the name, Van Halen. “Runnin’ With The Devil” is cued up and I’m waiting for the big reveal. Waiting for the curtain to be pulled back so...
Dennis Miller, the comedian, was the host that night. He was ready to announce the next presenter, and I was floored when he uttered the name, Van Halen. “Runnin’ With The Devil” is cued up and I’m waiting for the big reveal. Waiting for the curtain to be pulled back so...
#music
135 reads
18 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 1:40pm
31st Oct 2024 1:40pm
If his punchlines had a face, it’d be mine…
#love
61 reads
2 Comments
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