Non-Fiction Prose Seeking Friendly Advice
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Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art - Friendly feedback has been requested for these poems.
dizzzzzzy
616
616
Poem Published
16th Jul 2018 8:19am
16th Jul 2018 8:19am
into the void 2
As I'm thinking to my self
Self,
If anything out of this
For once let him not be
Blinded by their lies. Which
are bold faced lies. He wasn't there but he relies on other voices for answers. Which is the dumbest decision I've ever seen. Hes thinks I've done things I'm incapable of. Well kinda. If he wanted answers he would come for them. But then maybe he didnt look at my perspective of him standing in the doorway looking over his shoulder hoping his girlfriend wasn't aware of the conversation. As I feel a sudden rush of ice cool my blood. I dont understand when...
Self,
If anything out of this
For once let him not be
Blinded by their lies. Which
are bold faced lies. He wasn't there but he relies on other voices for answers. Which is the dumbest decision I've ever seen. Hes thinks I've done things I'm incapable of. Well kinda. If he wanted answers he would come for them. But then maybe he didnt look at my perspective of him standing in the doorway looking over his shoulder hoping his girlfriend wasn't aware of the conversation. As I feel a sudden rush of ice cool my blood. I dont understand when...
#motivational
#frustration
41 reads
3 Comments
Sunwolfe1745
Poem Published
16th Jul 2018 6:16am
16th Jul 2018 6:16am
The Apartment
#grief
#TruthOfLife
#shame
#tragedy
#suffering
37 reads
6 Comments
babajava
Poem Published
13th Jul 2018 2:54pm
13th Jul 2018 2:54pm
The Seventies
The 70s in the Ozarks saw the “Back to the land movement”.
Bluegrass, restored small towns and communities, communes, cooperatives and experimental lifestyles. It also meant chainsaws and Toyota Pickups scarring roads on the side of a mountain to build a traditional log cabin with an old hound dog on the porch; grow weed and learn how to play the fiddle and banjo, whilst picking off ticks on a sweltering Summer Night while tree frogs and whippoorwill sing lullabies to the full moon.
We were “living the dream”.
The Locals, having lived on the land forever...
Bluegrass, restored small towns and communities, communes, cooperatives and experimental lifestyles. It also meant chainsaws and Toyota Pickups scarring roads on the side of a mountain to build a traditional log cabin with an old hound dog on the porch; grow weed and learn how to play the fiddle and banjo, whilst picking off ticks on a sweltering Summer Night while tree frogs and whippoorwill sing lullabies to the full moon.
We were “living the dream”.
The Locals, having lived on the land forever...
#men
#friendship
#humankind
28 reads
2 Comments
Dancing_Butterfly
Poem Published
13th Jul 2018 00:01am
13th Jul 2018 00:01am
Flatlined
I dreamed of you, my love.
Although I know you're safe in Heaven above,
I dreamed I was at your deathbed, your face it looked so gaunt.
Your eyes were pleading, sad. Your facial features taunt.
I watched the heart monitor flat line,
and your heart went still.
As your spirit left your body, my heart was frozen in time.
Crying out, I reached for you,
Screaming, pleading, the nurses calling Code Blue.
It ended with them taking you away,
The sun was rising on a brand new day.
Relief and tears swept over me ...
Although I know you're safe in Heaven above,
I dreamed I was at your deathbed, your face it looked so gaunt.
Your eyes were pleading, sad. Your facial features taunt.
I watched the heart monitor flat line,
and your heart went still.
As your spirit left your body, my heart was frozen in time.
Crying out, I reached for you,
Screaming, pleading, the nurses calling Code Blue.
It ended with them taking you away,
The sun was rising on a brand new day.
Relief and tears swept over me ...
#love
#grief
#dreams
21 reads
4 Comments
babajava
Poem Published
11th Jul 2018 5:12pm
11th Jul 2018 5:12pm
A Potter's Tale
I arrived in Mendocino on a Greyhound bus with a box of pots, a bag of tools and six hundred dollars.
Next day got a room at the Mendocino Art Center and went to work in the pottery hoping to make it for another month before running out of money. Right!
Pretty soon the money was gone and I only had enough to buy one potato at the store. Headed home to cook my meal I met a fellow who invited me to dinner. Turns out he lived under a tree on the beach and had a fire going with a large Sea Trout roasting in the embers. I added my potato to the embers and we had us a feast. The best! ...
Next day got a room at the Mendocino Art Center and went to work in the pottery hoping to make it for another month before running out of money. Right!
Pretty soon the money was gone and I only had enough to buy one potato at the store. Headed home to cook my meal I met a fellow who invited me to dinner. Turns out he lived under a tree on the beach and had a fire going with a large Sea Trout roasting in the embers. I added my potato to the embers and we had us a feast. The best! ...
#kindness
#inspirational
#gratitude
32 reads
5 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2018 2:00am
3rd Jul 2018 2:00am
these guys made a video that I am in and it's going viral
http://www.facebook.com/jj.johnson.395891
I posted a link on my facebook page as soon as I found out I was in it.
Lmao!
JJ
I posted a link on my facebook page as soon as I found out I was in it.
Lmao!
JJ
#funny
51 reads
2 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
29th Jun 2018 9:26pm
29th Jun 2018 9:26pm
To Scott
To Scott,
Hello cousin Scott how have you been? I have been good. I can't believe it has been nine years ago that you left me so unexpectedly. Nine very long and bitter years of regret. You see if I would have known I wouldn't have said those nasty words to you. I would have never said that I hated you and I would have never said that I didn't want to see you again. Those were the last words I had ever spoken to you. Those awful stupid words that I didn't even mean. I apologize that I said those terrible things to you. I loved you so much Scott. I may not have showed it but I was...
Hello cousin Scott how have you been? I have been good. I can't believe it has been nine years ago that you left me so unexpectedly. Nine very long and bitter years of regret. You see if I would have known I wouldn't have said those nasty words to you. I would have never said that I hated you and I would have never said that I didn't want to see you again. Those were the last words I had ever spoken to you. Those awful stupid words that I didn't even mean. I apologize that I said those terrible things to you. I loved you so much Scott. I may not have showed it but I was...
#regret
#ImSorry
#forgiveness
34 reads
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Juvenalis66
Poem Published
24th Jun 2018 11:50am
24th Jun 2018 11:50am
What I am
There are, like in everyone,
many natures, many sides
of the same being.
Battle cries, anger bouts,
satyrical laughter and vengeance,
love and lust but also pain,
tears and the sweet surrender
to death, a companion which,
has guided me through thick
and thin. This is the impossible
being that will disclose himself
naked at the merciful eye of those
that will read. Hate me, love me,
Ignore me. It is in your right.
I don’t care and will continue to bare
nude the emotions I have inside.
many natures, many sides
of the same being.
Battle cries, anger bouts,
satyrical laughter and vengeance,
love and lust but also pain,
tears and the sweet surrender
to death, a companion which,
has guided me through thick
and thin. This is the impossible
being that will disclose himself
naked at the merciful eye of those
that will read. Hate me, love me,
Ignore me. It is in your right.
I don’t care and will continue to bare
nude the emotions I have inside.
#anger
#loneliness
#frustration
#confusion
#disappointment
54 reads
9 Comments
Taryn
Poem Published
20th Jun 2018 1:57am
20th Jun 2018 1:57am
Darkened Grottoes
echoes heard
felt reverberating
off the walls of
cenotes discovered
respect is reflected
found rippling & shimmering
upon the surface of
opposing pools
uniqueness mirrored
shaped what was seen
swimming naked
in fully clothed splendor;
smiling softly
while permissing a kiss
tasting a lover on my lips
felt reverberating
off the walls of
cenotes discovered
respect is reflected
found rippling & shimmering
upon the surface of
opposing pools
uniqueness mirrored
shaped what was seen
swimming naked
in fully clothed splendor;
smiling softly
while permissing a kiss
tasting a lover on my lips
#myself
95 reads
12 Comments
Nameless_Traveler
Poem Published
19th Jun 2018 4:08pm
19th Jun 2018 4:08pm
Wake?
What do you mean come to the wake?
Aren't you coming over still?
I thought you had a show next week...
Wasn't that you on the phone the other day?
When did we last speak?
Was it in good context as I remember it was?
I just can't conceive to believe that you're not.
How can I come to your wake when I'm still only dreaming?
Who will I go with?
Surely not you...
It couldn't be.
I just won't believe. I'm not going to leave.
I can't be at a wake for a man that...
Aren't you coming over still?
I thought you had a show next week...
Wasn't that you on the phone the other day?
When did we last speak?
Was it in good context as I remember it was?
I just can't conceive to believe that you're not.
How can I come to your wake when I'm still only dreaming?
Who will I go with?
Surely not you...
It couldn't be.
I just won't believe. I'm not going to leave.
I can't be at a wake for a man that...
#BestFriend
#death
39 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
16th Jun 2018 5:08am
16th Jun 2018 5:08am
Housing Court in the Big Easy - based on a true story
Housing Court in the Big Easy
The bailiff says, “All rise for the honorable Judge Shapiro.” He adjusts his long wavy hair like a movie star preparing for a shoot as he proceeds down the aisle.
The cult leader, Mo, says, “We’re trying to wean them off the weed, just like a mother weans her baby off nursing.”
My mom says, “My daughter plays with one of your little girls. She says your place reeks of pot.”
The cult leader responds, “We don’t want them to go cold turkey. So we do it gradually. They could go into convulsions otherwise.”
Mom says,...
The bailiff says, “All rise for the honorable Judge Shapiro.” He adjusts his long wavy hair like a movie star preparing for a shoot as he proceeds down the aisle.
The cult leader, Mo, says, “We’re trying to wean them off the weed, just like a mother weans her baby off nursing.”
My mom says, “My daughter plays with one of your little girls. She says your place reeks of pot.”
The cult leader responds, “We don’t want them to go cold turkey. So we do it gradually. They could go into convulsions otherwise.”
Mom says,...
#marijuana
#funny
44 reads
2 Comments
AEMelia564
Y
Y
Poem Published
15th Jun 2018 10:17am
15th Jun 2018 10:17am
Splitting atoms
Each time
A seperate existence
There, gathered, are the splinters from that night.
Numb witnesses to a porous pantonime. As I pass their pressence to walk up the stairs. I feel the spiral enter me. The shards aim their arrow at me.
I am their bow
Though I will not give in to the torment I feel when I focuss my eyes.
The glass becomes a mirror in which my past is present and the future no longer extends itself around me. Through each shard, I journey.
My fear folds its wings, tentacles crawl over my shoulders.
Reaching for my cheekbones ...
A seperate existence
There, gathered, are the splinters from that night.
Numb witnesses to a porous pantonime. As I pass their pressence to walk up the stairs. I feel the spiral enter me. The shards aim their arrow at me.
I am their bow
Though I will not give in to the torment I feel when I focuss my eyes.
The glass becomes a mirror in which my past is present and the future no longer extends itself around me. Through each shard, I journey.
My fear folds its wings, tentacles crawl over my shoulders.
Reaching for my cheekbones ...
#strength
#confessional
#memories #separation
#memories #separation
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8 Comments
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