Non-Fiction Prose Seeking Friendly Advice
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art - Friendly feedback has been requested for these poems.
darkblue
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:47am
Yesterday 5:47am
this is what I do, incase you ever wondered
A child is a child, until they see the world for what it is. Yes growing up is not easy, but for some, it is hell.
I was born between a drunk and a con artist, both joined together by the love of greed. One used me as a punch bag, the other a way of making money through others sexual sadism.
I knew how to give head before I could even spell it. I learned to cope with life by self-harming and poetry.
I created worlds for me to escape into, characters I could become. Friends who lived inside my head, which protected me during abuse of any kind.
I learned words could be used...
I was born between a drunk and a con artist, both joined together by the love of greed. One used me as a punch bag, the other a way of making money through others sexual sadism.
I knew how to give head before I could even spell it. I learned to cope with life by self-harming and poetry.
I created worlds for me to escape into, characters I could become. Friends who lived inside my head, which protected me during abuse of any kind.
I learned words could be used...
#identity
#SelfHarm
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
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starfading
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2018 9:03pm
22nd Apr 2018 9:03pm
untitled ( 7 )
i'm not sure if i'll ever recover.
i'm told that eventually, with help and medicine, that the light at the end of the tunnel will finally appear and show it's calming face. that she will take my bruised and bloody hand in hers, pulling me out of the existential darkness within.
i have seen her, for her light is warm and full of love. i have ran to her, just waiting to be in her hold–– only to find myself further inside this forsaken tunnel. soon she is only a speck. then a glimmer. then gone.
i haven't seen her in such a long time, and i'm losing hope. my hands are bloodied...
i'm told that eventually, with help and medicine, that the light at the end of the tunnel will finally appear and show it's calming face. that she will take my bruised and bloody hand in hers, pulling me out of the existential darkness within.
i have seen her, for her light is warm and full of love. i have ran to her, just waiting to be in her hold–– only to find myself further inside this forsaken tunnel. soon she is only a speck. then a glimmer. then gone.
i haven't seen her in such a long time, and i'm losing hope. my hands are bloodied...
#depression
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starfading
Poem Published
21st Apr 2018 3:00am
21st Apr 2018 3:00am
untitled ( 6 )
i opened up old wounds.
reading that probably makes you think "oh no, they've hurt themselves."
"oh no, not the knife. the blade. the scissors."
these are not the wounds i am talking about.
i am talking about the wounds that are invisible, but have that heavy and unchanging hold over you.
wounds that are so damaging, even when a little slips through it feels like the world crashes. it feels like mine is.
i messaged him, and i told him goodbye. i told him i needed closure, something i never got in how we faded from each other. i tell him i might not make it. i...
reading that probably makes you think "oh no, they've hurt themselves."
"oh no, not the knife. the blade. the scissors."
these are not the wounds i am talking about.
i am talking about the wounds that are invisible, but have that heavy and unchanging hold over you.
wounds that are so damaging, even when a little slips through it feels like the world crashes. it feels like mine is.
i messaged him, and i told him goodbye. i told him i needed closure, something i never got in how we faded from each other. i tell him i might not make it. i...
#sadness
#anxiety
#regret
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darkblue
Poem Published
18th Apr 2018 6:07pm
18th Apr 2018 6:07pm
a monster thought on fa fa fa fashion
We have been poisoned in world by the likes of the Media, Fashion and marketing.
Mankind thinks of nothing but money by showing images of what society wants to be normal.
Skinny with perfect teeth and nice hair .Even the image of woman has become a sort of “silent, no thoughts but desirable to man” image in the Media.
Look how we suffer, how we judge ourselves on-our bodies, shut ourselves away.
Yes I have an illness, yes I locked myself away and struggle with it but it is made worse by our thoughts of being judged bothers.
We question if we are perfect for others. ...
Mankind thinks of nothing but money by showing images of what society wants to be normal.
Skinny with perfect teeth and nice hair .Even the image of woman has become a sort of “silent, no thoughts but desirable to man” image in the Media.
Look how we suffer, how we judge ourselves on-our bodies, shut ourselves away.
Yes I have an illness, yes I locked myself away and struggle with it but it is made worse by our thoughts of being judged bothers.
We question if we are perfect for others. ...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
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ALLforJADE22
Poem Published
17th Apr 2018 4:10am
17th Apr 2018 4:10am
Autumn- Entry One
Title: March
Morning wandered in as she stirred in her bed.
Lost in circles, like the ones under eyes, like the ones in her head.
She knows he is coming... she can feel it.
Love
Morning wandered in as she stirred in her bed.
Lost in circles, like the ones under eyes, like the ones in her head.
She knows he is coming... she can feel it.
Love
#love
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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
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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
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JnMlngr
Poem Published
12th Apr 2018 10:46pm
12th Apr 2018 10:46pm
the shockvasttube blue arora
#universe
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MsHighMaintenance
Poem Published
9th Apr 2018 7:38am
9th Apr 2018 7:38am
Railway Transit
Life's like a train ride to wherever..
Most times it gets you on time not because suddenly our railway transit became reliable but because you were prepared, you were ready, you woke up to the sound of your alarm and decided against feeling more of the comfort you get from sleeping on your bed.
You got the water heating for your body internally, externally. Turned the music up to pump you up even more. Showered, dressed, grab your things and set to leave.
Got your time right including having to go wait for a UV Express or jeep, seating in the never ending...
Most times it gets you on time not because suddenly our railway transit became reliable but because you were prepared, you were ready, you woke up to the sound of your alarm and decided against feeling more of the comfort you get from sleeping on your bed.
You got the water heating for your body internally, externally. Turned the music up to pump you up even more. Showered, dressed, grab your things and set to leave.
Got your time right including having to go wait for a UV Express or jeep, seating in the never ending...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
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ExistenceInSilence
Poem Published
7th Apr 2018 6:44am
7th Apr 2018 6:44am
The Light In You
Neither did you ever want it
or thought of it
Nor does the world pirouette around you
You're just a number from the other
7.6 billion plus alive today
and counting
what you feel or write about
means nothing
to anyone
to anything
this crowd is one big creature
It'll take more than an itch
from the fragment of a DNA
to spiral it unconscious
from what you feel, you write
yet there are those who scratch
at your skin to crumble you
to pieces
reality is
what you feel or write
means the world to you...
or thought of it
Nor does the world pirouette around you
You're just a number from the other
7.6 billion plus alive today
and counting
what you feel or write about
means nothing
to anyone
to anything
this crowd is one big creature
It'll take more than an itch
from the fragment of a DNA
to spiral it unconscious
from what you feel, you write
yet there are those who scratch
at your skin to crumble you
to pieces
reality is
what you feel or write
means the world to you...
#strength
#faith
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hurriicaness
Poem Published
6th Apr 2018 2:55am
6th Apr 2018 2:55am
1:16 a.m / March 26th, 2016
I’m currently sitting in bed at my old teacher’s lake house. My step sister is sleeping soundly beside me, not snoring, which is good I guess, I like the silence. The only sound filling my head is the typing of my keys.
I walked to get a drink earlier, the indoor porch with the glass wall’s door was open, and i got a look at the blue/green lights reflecting off the lake. I wish you were here. It’s not as beautiful without you.
The water calmed me in a strange way, like the water could calm my thoughts, if only for a few seconds.
The waves shatter the lights, giving the lake...
I walked to get a drink earlier, the indoor porch with the glass wall’s door was open, and i got a look at the blue/green lights reflecting off the lake. I wish you were here. It’s not as beautiful without you.
The water calmed me in a strange way, like the water could calm my thoughts, if only for a few seconds.
The waves shatter the lights, giving the lake...
#love
#regret
#relationships
#ImSorry
#breakup
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
29th Mar 2018 3:58am
29th Mar 2018 3:58am
Uncle Ted
Uncle Ted
The lesson of how to deal with death was never on the curriculum in my life teaching Latin to boys in Boston. There was no textbook which could prepare me for my wife’s lymphoma.
When I sat by her side while she struggled to talk my Harvard education left me in a fog. I held her hand like when we dated. She gripped me with the strength of ten women.
I joined a grief therapy group where I met a woman. We gave each other words to hold onto which mattered and made sense. My love for my wife wasn’t diminished by my affection for this woman.
...
The lesson of how to deal with death was never on the curriculum in my life teaching Latin to boys in Boston. There was no textbook which could prepare me for my wife’s lymphoma.
When I sat by her side while she struggled to talk my Harvard education left me in a fog. I held her hand like when we dated. She gripped me with the strength of ten women.
I joined a grief therapy group where I met a woman. We gave each other words to hold onto which mattered and made sense. My love for my wife wasn’t diminished by my affection for this woman.
...
#grief
#death
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