Non-Fiction Prose Seeking Honest Critique
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Lover Girl Syndrome
I can fall in love with anyone if you give me 3 days and a common thread. And I think that's my problem. I don't want or like cautiously climbing for the sake of saving face or being rational. I want to love them, and I want to do so now. This most recent boy? In 3 days, I imagined waking in his arms to snow outside my bedroom window. And he said he wanted casual. What the fuck is casual? I only know seeing someone and showing them a portrait of my perspective. That's how I love people. I want to show them magic and now I am terrified to be that. I have to DM someone and ask them "how...
#dating
#FallingInLove
#loneliness
#love
#lover
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0 Comments
Night Cap
I want to tip toe across oak tongue and groove flooring, my flame in hand, dripping white wax like lava against the wrought iron candelabra. Sneaking like a child along the corridor to a room with fifteen foot ceilings, and there amongst the shelves, run my fingers across dusty spines, acting like I know what I'm looking for.
In a library filled with longing, I want to read words that dare to tell the truth.
The truth found in experience and heartbreak, where mourning is turned into joy, true love endures, and there is a Heaven after all.
In a library filled with longing, I want to read words that dare to tell the truth.
The truth found in experience and heartbreak, where mourning is turned into joy, true love endures, and there is a Heaven after all.
#inspirational
#mystery
#passion
41 reads
2 Comments
Peace Of Mind
I’m Damian, I’m a Starving Artist. Which I think is a good thing, folks. First I should clarify that I’m not literally starving. I simply mean my creativity doesn’t pay the bills. I sometimes believe I wouldn’t have it any other way. Other times, well of course I wondered what that might be like.
But fame seems hollow to me. It’s when bad shit can happen at any given moment. I got a friend of mine who asked if given the opportunity to monetize, Backstage, would I do it?
First off, he’s putting the cart before the horse. Secondly, I think having ads and...
But fame seems hollow to me. It’s when bad shit can happen at any given moment. I got a friend of mine who asked if given the opportunity to monetize, Backstage, would I do it?
First off, he’s putting the cart before the horse. Secondly, I think having ads and...
#prose
94 reads
19 Comments
Dust
They are fooling you all.
Calling an elephant a cat and because they hold probability and predictability to a certain extent, you believe they hold some sort of knowing.
The mind and the heart work in conjunction with one another, but neither without the Spirit, and for the most part should both be resilient and soft, loving and stern, caring and relentless.
The mind has no emotion without the heart strings attached, and yet the heart without the brain continues to beat. The heart has its own electrical supply, think about that for a moment...
Yet the brain, without...
Calling an elephant a cat and because they hold probability and predictability to a certain extent, you believe they hold some sort of knowing.
The mind and the heart work in conjunction with one another, but neither without the Spirit, and for the most part should both be resilient and soft, loving and stern, caring and relentless.
The mind has no emotion without the heart strings attached, and yet the heart without the brain continues to beat. The heart has its own electrical supply, think about that for a moment...
Yet the brain, without...
#forgiveness
#hope
48 reads
3 Comments
Diary Entry...Huh
Im tired, my moms on Hospice...well she should be but she still has yet to say the word cancer stage four and sign the papers, so she's refusing the end of life care she needs, which makes it a confusing situation on the family.
Then two days ago my grandma on my dad's side had a heart attack, and after 2 units of blood and bipap machine to restore her oxygen levels, she went back downhill again, hemoglobin a 7 and now they are thinking she has lymphoma or leukemia.
I know everything happens for a reason, I'm just tired, and this is hard.
Its taking all I got to keep...
Then two days ago my grandma on my dad's side had a heart attack, and after 2 units of blood and bipap machine to restore her oxygen levels, she went back downhill again, hemoglobin a 7 and now they are thinking she has lymphoma or leukemia.
I know everything happens for a reason, I'm just tired, and this is hard.
Its taking all I got to keep...
#emotions
#strength
44 reads
3 Comments
SpotLight - Pete_25
Welcome back to SpotLight, I’m Damian DeadLove. Got another great episode tonight, that I hope you’ll enjoy. This interview segment is meant for the DU community, as a way to get to know about the poet/poetess behind the writes.
Our guest tonight is a poet who lives across the pond, who happens to share a hometown with the Fab Four. That town is, Liverpool, folks. He’s been a member here since, September of 2024. He’s a brilliant writer with a rapid-fire delivery, that manages to stay silky smooth with his rhyme and flow, while charming us with clever wordplay and wit. I’m...
Our guest tonight is a poet who lives across the pond, who happens to share a hometown with the Fab Four. That town is, Liverpool, folks. He’s been a member here since, September of 2024. He’s a brilliant writer with a rapid-fire delivery, that manages to stay silky smooth with his rhyme and flow, while charming us with clever wordplay and wit. I’m...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#prose
104 reads
12 Comments
Let Go.
I just put my hand over my head and thought,
There's so much to the hand than the hand itself,
What if it was cut off and grief sets in,
Consumed by anger and succumbed to sadness,
All the days you took it for granted, now it is separate from your body,
You yearn for the attachment...you take a look at it, taking it closer,
Touching yourself, smelling it, seeing it for what it is, the softness,
The uniqueness of each finger, the beauty of your nails, femininity of your thumb,
The feeling is intense than when it was intact.
In your memories, the...
There's so much to the hand than the hand itself,
What if it was cut off and grief sets in,
Consumed by anger and succumbed to sadness,
All the days you took it for granted, now it is separate from your body,
You yearn for the attachment...you take a look at it, taking it closer,
Touching yourself, smelling it, seeing it for what it is, the softness,
The uniqueness of each finger, the beauty of your nails, femininity of your thumb,
The feeling is intense than when it was intact.
In your memories, the...
#gratitude
#grief
#regret
#strength
#TimeHeals
36 reads
2 Comments
You All Deserve Praise
I'm not writing a tribute to one particular person or even several.
I'm just going to say to all that are following me, THANK YOU!
Your all very unique in your own ways. No one is better or greater then the other. We're all equals here.
I read your poems, I comment. I occasionally give an award and many of you have done the same for me.
It's appreciated beyond what I can write here.
To the DUP community that I'm in contact with everyday. You know who you are. I have lots of respect for all of you.
You intrigue me, enlighten me, you've influenced me...
I'm just going to say to all that are following me, THANK YOU!
Your all very unique in your own ways. No one is better or greater then the other. We're all equals here.
I read your poems, I comment. I occasionally give an award and many of you have done the same for me.
It's appreciated beyond what I can write here.
To the DUP community that I'm in contact with everyday. You know who you are. I have lots of respect for all of you.
You intrigue me, enlighten me, you've influenced me...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#friendship
#inspirational
#nonfiction
#uplifting
102 reads
13 Comments
Disgust
#homelessness
#poverty
44 reads
3 Comments
Therapy
#lover
35 reads
1 Comment
Fallen
#lover
44 reads
1 Comment
Mad Truths, Confessions, Revelations, and Struggles
#LifeStruggles
#love
#memories
#MentalHealth
#passion
29 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Non-Fiction Prose Seeking Critique: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters