Non-Fiction Prose Seeking Honest Critique
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
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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 and...
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 and...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#friendship
#inspirational
#nonfiction
#uplifting
22 reads
1 Comment
Disgust
#homelessness
#poverty
18 reads
3 Comments
Therapy
#lover
24 reads
1 Comment
Fallen
#lover
40 reads
1 Comment
Mad Truths, Confessions, Revelations, and Struggles
#LifeStruggles
#love
#memories
#MentalHealth
#passion
24 reads
0 Comments
Bare Handed
Remnants will stand firm, laugh while you can.
#courage
#love
#strength
45 reads
1 Comment
No Boys Allowed
She drapes white sheets over kitchen chairs, and just inside, lines the hard wood floor with fluffy pillows and downy blankets.
As she grabs her flashlight, your hand, and the journal with the heart shaped lock.
Sweetheart, let's just go be little girls again, everything you need to unload is safe with me, and when you leave this memory of our friendship, only take the little girl lost back with you upon your return to the world.
As she grabs her flashlight, your hand, and the journal with the heart shaped lock.
Sweetheart, let's just go be little girls again, everything you need to unload is safe with me, and when you leave this memory of our friendship, only take the little girl lost back with you upon your return to the world.
#emotions
#hope
#strength #TimeHeals
#strength #TimeHeals
41 reads
0 Comments
SpotLight - Fia Naturie
I’m Damian DeadLove. You might know me from Backstage, or possibly from right here at DU. This is a new show that’s meant for DU, it’s called, SpotLight. It’s a Q&A show, or an interview kinda vibe, if you follow. Where I will interview one lucky poet or poetess, and let them rap with me about writing ideas, or whatever comes to mind.
Our first guest is a poetess who’s been a member here since, March of 2024. She’s a brilliant writer, and has a personality no one would dare deny. I’m talking about the sexy and sassy: Fia Naturie.. Round of applause for, Fia.
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Our first guest is a poetess who’s been a member here since, March of 2024. She’s a brilliant writer, and has a personality no one would dare deny. I’m talking about the sexy and sassy: Fia Naturie.. Round of applause for, Fia.
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#DeepUndergroundPoetry
132 reads
21 Comments
Hankering
I had a dream when I was younger that I was swinging in between two rockets in our hayfield. I was attached to both, one rope on one rocket, the other rope on the second, and I in between swinging on a child's swing. I still don't understand that dream. Lol
#clouds
#countryside
#sky
53 reads
5 Comments
Decisions Need To Be Made
There's a tumor on her spleen, nodules in her lungs, and an even bigger mass than the one they removed two years ago along with her ovaries now pressing on her lower organs and prohibiting proper functions of her bladder and bowel. She called me yesterday asking me to intercede for her and talk to her Dr.
You gotta understand, my mom is such a control freak, nobody takes charge over her life, especially decisions over her health.
Yet here I was, the one who was always incompetent and stupid, now making executive decisions over her care.
It's all so...
You gotta understand, my mom is such a control freak, nobody takes charge over her life, especially decisions over her health.
Yet here I was, the one who was always incompetent and stupid, now making executive decisions over her care.
It's all so...
#emotions
#forgiveness
#hope
#love
#strength
47 reads
2 Comments
Hurt
The weather was cold and brisk, streams of sun bursting through grey clouds, a contrast my soul could relate to.
A place I always go to when I need to feel close to you. I know Lord you are not there in the physical, but visiting this spot gives me comfort in my spirit when I feel like dying, when the broken is just too much. How do we even know what you look like really, as your statue stands there, arms stretched out, the steps to you cascading. Its harder to go up than down, yet as I was sitting there, praying to your concrete memorial, because it's something tangible when I feel so...
A place I always go to when I need to feel close to you. I know Lord you are not there in the physical, but visiting this spot gives me comfort in my spirit when I feel like dying, when the broken is just too much. How do we even know what you look like really, as your statue stands there, arms stretched out, the steps to you cascading. Its harder to go up than down, yet as I was sitting there, praying to your concrete memorial, because it's something tangible when I feel so...
#courage
#emotions
#hope #strength
#hope #strength
61 reads
3 Comments
Privatization & Deregulation Ruined NYC
NYC doesn't have alligators but it does have moats, that at one time protected the downtown subculture.
This kept away the jocks, yuppies, normal people and other intruders.
By the late 1990's, crime subsided and the real estate developers magically made the hood livable.
NYC was losing it's soul.
By the time the new millennium was near, the real estate boom forever transformed the city's styles & attitudes.
The oddities lost their frontier
Some rolled with these changes, others left the city and some reminisced about the "Good old days". ...
This kept away the jocks, yuppies, normal people and other intruders.
By the late 1990's, crime subsided and the real estate developers magically made the hood livable.
NYC was losing it's soul.
By the time the new millennium was near, the real estate boom forever transformed the city's styles & attitudes.
The oddities lost their frontier
Some rolled with these changes, others left the city and some reminisced about the "Good old days". ...
#CallToAction
#corruption
#nonfiction
#politics
#rebellion
66 reads
6 Comments
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