Non-Fiction Prose Seeking Honest Critique
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Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
28th Nov 2021 9:29pm
28th Nov 2021 9:29pm
The Wrecking Of The Birkenhead
The year is 1852 and in the south of Ireland a troop ship in the service of the Empire of Great Britain is making ready to set sail. The innovative ship had earlier set out from the Royal Navy base at Portsmouth, England, with army troops on board and is visiting Ireland to pick up a number of additional soldiers. She is one of the new iron hulled vessels with three tall masts on which to drape the huge cotton canvas sails that harvest and harness the winds sent to blow mercilessly out on the seven seas. But as dawn breaks on this cold early January morning, she steadily eases her way out of...
#courage
#friendship
#inspirational #uplifting
#inspirational #uplifting
20 reads
2 Comments
Vortex32167
Poem Published
27th Nov 2021 11:48pm
27th Nov 2021 11:48pm
Bad diary day
Whenever I think about the future. I get really sad, depressed and dejected. When I think about the past. I feel regret, melancholy and suicidal. Everything I did wrong, everything that can go wrong. Is it worth all the pain? Is it? I can’t see a way out. There is no way out. Why would there be? This is just torture. My own personal purgatory until I finally take my last breath and decend into hell. Where the tormenting will continue eternaly. I’m not special, I’m not worthy of luck or pleasure. I don’t deserve it. Why would I deserve it. I did nothing to earn a great life. I did nothing to...
#depression
#loneliness
#dark
#death
#MentalHealth
41 reads
5 Comments
Vortex32167
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 9:43pm
24th Nov 2021 9:43pm
Not my own
Sometimes I just want to lose control. Just let go. Giving in to my inner demons. Do whatever you want, need or feel. No restrictions, no boundaries no consequences. Wouldn’t that be nice Wouldn’t that be liberating? It would, but it would be dangerous, it would be deadly. Atleast for me. I don’t expect anyone to understand where I’m going with this. But believe me when I tell you guys that even my own desires are twisted and distorted. Can they even be called desires? I don’t know. But they are not my own, they are not mine. I can’t trust them. I can’t trust me. My thoughts have been...
#anxiety
#depression
#identity
#MentalHealth
#confusion
52 reads
4 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
21st Nov 2021 1:53pm
21st Nov 2021 1:53pm
The Owl Doesn't Know
There is an owl outside my window
Late at night when I can't sleep
Or early in the morning I hear their call
It seems so sorrowful to my ears
And at times it seems so urgent
I do not know why the owl calls
I simply know that they do each night
There's something haunting about it
And it echoes deep in my mind as I sleep
Dreams of owls flying silently through the woods
The hanging moss swaying as they pass
Light from the moon reflecting off their wings
I hope I spend years listening to them speak
And the owl doesn't know that I'm...
Late at night when I can't sleep
Or early in the morning I hear their call
It seems so sorrowful to my ears
And at times it seems so urgent
I do not know why the owl calls
I simply know that they do each night
There's something haunting about it
And it echoes deep in my mind as I sleep
Dreams of owls flying silently through the woods
The hanging moss swaying as they pass
Light from the moon reflecting off their wings
I hope I spend years listening to them speak
And the owl doesn't know that I'm...
#loneliness
#night
#nature #dawn
#nature #dawn
48 reads
5 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
21st Nov 2021 4:28am
21st Nov 2021 4:28am
bad blood in me
They used to joke that our family is cursed
That none of us will ever be truly happy or healthy
I used to swing back and forth wildly
Between believing and not believing this
But sometimes you can't deny patterns
Maybe we're cursed because we believe it
But there are moments where I'm in the hospital
Watching another needle slide into my vein
And knowing that if my body had...
Just a slightly different dna variation
If I didn't come from the blood lines I have
A different great grand parent or even a different parent
I wouldn't be...
That none of us will ever be truly happy or healthy
I used to swing back and forth wildly
Between believing and not believing this
But sometimes you can't deny patterns
Maybe we're cursed because we believe it
But there are moments where I'm in the hospital
Watching another needle slide into my vein
And knowing that if my body had...
Just a slightly different dna variation
If I didn't come from the blood lines I have
A different great grand parent or even a different parent
I wouldn't be...
#anxiety
#family
#insomnia
#illness
#MentalHealth
53 reads
8 Comments
Em-ily
_Erica
_Erica
Poem Published
18th Nov 2021 3:12am
18th Nov 2021 3:12am
Dear _____,
T-Mobile LTE
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12:23 PM
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I heard you were buying a house
I hope your home will be beautiful, and you will
Be happy
And I apologize for writing this
It's just farewell
Not wishing to worry you more
Not hoping this time
That you again want
Ever to meet me
...
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12:23 PM
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It is a symbol of deep poetry
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I heard you were buying a house
I hope your home will be beautiful, and you will
Be happy
And I apologize for writing this
It's just farewell
Not wishing to worry you more
Not hoping this time
That you again want
Ever to meet me
...
#sadness
#love
53 reads
2 Comments
Erotic_Goddess
Poem Published
12th Nov 2021 3:47pm
12th Nov 2021 3:47pm
The Trial Of My Life
Impossible too break down the wall that is my existence.
I stand firm in the belief that everything happens for a reason, that the trial and error, the pain, the suffering of not being able too speak to someone I care for is just a price that has too be paid too keep her safe from the monster that wears the face of her mom.
I struggle with keeping my son grounded when his heart is in the wind breezing its way through the months it will take too hold his love again.
His loneliness is a tag on my heart, temporarily losing his best friend too a system that does nothing to protect...
I stand firm in the belief that everything happens for a reason, that the trial and error, the pain, the suffering of not being able too speak to someone I care for is just a price that has too be paid too keep her safe from the monster that wears the face of her mom.
I struggle with keeping my son grounded when his heart is in the wind breezing its way through the months it will take too hold his love again.
His loneliness is a tag on my heart, temporarily losing his best friend too a system that does nothing to protect...
#love
#courage
#motherhood
#motivational
#LifeCycle
61 reads
5 Comments
CaraPecosa
Poem Published
10th Nov 2021 4:03pm
10th Nov 2021 4:03pm
Growing Up in A Veneered Family
My dad’s way of life was Semper Fi
I was the cute military brat
My mom was the glue that held it together
My dad lived for the oorah and would die for it
I was the “she’s so mature” military brat
My mom covered in nail polish now drinking acetone
My dad’s family taken care of, except for the real two
I was the goth/emo military brat
My mom began to shovel her vomit off the porch
This guy, my dad, so respected but not by two
I was the runaway military brat
My mom set the house on fire and hit the restart button.
...
I was the cute military brat
My mom was the glue that held it together
My dad lived for the oorah and would die for it
I was the “she’s so mature” military brat
My mom covered in nail polish now drinking acetone
My dad’s family taken care of, except for the real two
I was the goth/emo military brat
My mom began to shovel her vomit off the porch
This guy, my dad, so respected but not by two
I was the runaway military brat
My mom set the house on fire and hit the restart button.
...
#family
#birthday
#WritingPoetry
25 reads
0 Comments
Salient_Swan_
Poem Published
9th Nov 2021 5:33am
9th Nov 2021 5:33am
authentic stories of sad creatures
¡~
Imperceptible
posturing
casual indifference
to cruelty
or was it
imagined heartbreak?
Lucrative saunters
voicing
hip swingin'
perfect undulations
rhythmically hypnotic
a soul capturing sashay
veritable sly-pied piper
marquee maker
Collector
of
many
finding
them
all
.
.
.
multitudes
swarm
buzzing
moths
to a flame
they
flock
Finding requiem relief
in a form
of...
Imperceptible
posturing
casual indifference
to cruelty
or was it
imagined heartbreak?
Lucrative saunters
voicing
hip swingin'
perfect undulations
rhythmically hypnotic
a soul capturing sashay
veritable sly-pied piper
marquee maker
Collector
of
many
finding
them
all
.
.
.
multitudes
swarm
buzzing
moths
to a flame
they
flock
Finding requiem relief
in a form
of...
#TruthOfLife
47 reads
6 Comments
buddydog
Poem Published
8th Nov 2021 5:44pm
8th Nov 2021 5:44pm
The Paul Place and Margaret
The Paul Place is located in the Bluff District of Twiggs County near Marion Georgia. Robert and his brother John settled there in the 18th century. Robert and John were very prosperous maintaining a farm with cattle, livestock and orchard. The Paul’s were know for their hospitality. They both had fine homes and were also hunters. They had some of the best hunting dogs in the area. Their farms produced much sought after commodities such as fruits, vegetables, sugar cane syrup and hickory smoked hams.
Robert and his wife adopted twin girls. Margaret and Mindy Mimbs. They were...
Robert and his wife adopted twin girls. Margaret and Mindy Mimbs. They were...
#ghosts
29 reads
0 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
6th Nov 2021 9:47am
6th Nov 2021 9:47am
Chopped Liver
When people go out of their way to oppress you and interfere in your life, it’s time to acknowledge that their perceptions of you have nothing to do with you per se, and the only course of action is to sever the ties that bind you to the said person(s), or any other situation that imposes upon your freedom and free will, to choose whatever you feel you need, to make life worth living.
You can’t buy happiness, and you can’t force someone to like and/ or love you, if they don’t. And no amount of stalking or casting spells will make it so, and such behaviour demonstrates the kind...
You can’t buy happiness, and you can’t force someone to like and/ or love you, if they don’t. And no amount of stalking or casting spells will make it so, and such behaviour demonstrates the kind...
#narrative
106 reads
3 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
31st Oct 2021 5:09pm
31st Oct 2021 5:09pm
Lurkers, conversationalists, lovers and who really gives a f**k because your karma is coming…
#narrative
70 reads
5 Comments
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