Least Read Non-Fiction Prose
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KillHope
Poem Published
18th Jun 2019 8:55pm
18th Jun 2019 8:55pm
This Is What I Deserve
Cancer.
A particularly ravenous strain. One that has no cure. One that inflicts maximum pain and indignity. Cancer that is hungry to devour me, that doubles me over in excruciating suffering every minute of every day. No sleep. No escape. No relief. Until I smash my head against the wall repeatedly and blood runs out of my ears.
I deserve to be pistol whipped by a fucking lunatic. Beating me to the ground. Kicking my helpless body viciously, breaking ribs, ripping an eye our of it's socket, stomping fingers. Spitting on me, pissing on me.....laughing.
I deserve a fatal heart...
A particularly ravenous strain. One that has no cure. One that inflicts maximum pain and indignity. Cancer that is hungry to devour me, that doubles me over in excruciating suffering every minute of every day. No sleep. No escape. No relief. Until I smash my head against the wall repeatedly and blood runs out of my ears.
I deserve to be pistol whipped by a fucking lunatic. Beating me to the ground. Kicking my helpless body viciously, breaking ribs, ripping an eye our of it's socket, stomping fingers. Spitting on me, pissing on me.....laughing.
I deserve a fatal heart...
#despair
#suffering
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Jun 2019 3:43am
13th Jun 2019 3:43am
Ruthie's Goodbye
Ruthie's Goodbye
“Ruthie, I want you to know how you took such great care of me. If I was down you picked me up with the expression of love in your big brown eyes. I felt needed by you and that gave me a sense of belonging. As long as you were around everything was great. Our goodbye here won’t be forever. You’re just going ahead to our new home.”
“What do you mean I’m not going home with you? Just because I’m having trouble walking doesn’t mean it won’t get better. I can still stand up on my front legs. Just give me time to heal. I’ll be as spry as ever given a few...
“Ruthie, I want you to know how you took such great care of me. If I was down you picked me up with the expression of love in your big brown eyes. I felt needed by you and that gave me a sense of belonging. As long as you were around everything was great. Our goodbye here won’t be forever. You’re just going ahead to our new home.”
“What do you mean I’m not going home with you? Just because I’m having trouble walking doesn’t mean it won’t get better. I can still stand up on my front legs. Just give me time to heal. I’ll be as spry as ever given a few...
#grief
#death
#dogs
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2 Comments
Fivefoottwo
Poem Published
15th Jun 2019 1:32am
15th Jun 2019 1:32am
His hopes for a robot whore
Maybe he should have listened
She said countless times
She came with different wiring
Now he's sad
She's a rogue robot who won't give
it up to his friends
Now he can't pay his rent
To bad so sad
She said countless times
She came with different wiring
Now he's sad
She's a rogue robot who won't give
it up to his friends
Now he can't pay his rent
To bad so sad
#magic
#curse
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
20th Aug 2017 1:11am
20th Aug 2017 1:11am
untitled 8/19
there are times when
one must be willing
to destroy
all that one is
in order
to become
that which
one might be.
one must be willing
to destroy
all that one is
in order
to become
that which
one might be.
#SelfReflection
25 reads
9 Comments
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
13th Jan 2018 2:16am
13th Jan 2018 2:16am
notes while waiting
notapoem
rather
viaclovsky personal plan for self-reorganization for the following year of our lawrd twentyeighteen
watch more baseball watch more footy but otherwise reduce all media consumption by a minimum of 83.3%.
a full-minded deep-dive into the Shakespeare canon.
must also read the following:
master and the margarita (Bulgakov)
let it come down (p bowles)
memoirs (tennessee williams)
memoirs (pablo neruda)
a world...
rather
viaclovsky personal plan for self-reorganization for the following year of our lawrd twentyeighteen
watch more baseball watch more footy but otherwise reduce all media consumption by a minimum of 83.3%.
a full-minded deep-dive into the Shakespeare canon.
must also read the following:
master and the margarita (Bulgakov)
let it come down (p bowles)
memoirs (tennessee williams)
memoirs (pablo neruda)
a world...
25 reads
6 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
22nd May 2019 11:52pm
22nd May 2019 11:52pm
Realm of Realism (Schizophrenia)
The Path of Uncertainty
I know this path. This is a path that I’ve walked before. It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end. Me, myself and I then think there are some things that are just kept better quiet. I don’t want to be quiet anymore. I want to leave this arctic realm of realism, lower my foot into the warm bath water of surrealism, and be home! Here, I am no one. There, I am someone. Oh, how I hate gazing into the mirror. May as well be prison bars between my Utopian realm and this one. I’ll raise my hand to the glass and the figure in the reflection follows. Then we...
I know this path. This is a path that I’ve walked before. It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end. Me, myself and I then think there are some things that are just kept better quiet. I don’t want to be quiet anymore. I want to leave this arctic realm of realism, lower my foot into the warm bath water of surrealism, and be home! Here, I am no one. There, I am someone. Oh, how I hate gazing into the mirror. May as well be prison bars between my Utopian realm and this one. I’ll raise my hand to the glass and the figure in the reflection follows. Then we...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#emptiness
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Fivefoottwo
Poem Published
29th May 2019 6:16pm
29th May 2019 6:16pm
I'm legal
Yay!!!
That's right
I did the impossible.
And still here....
That's right
I did the impossible.
And still here....
#strength
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ChoaticGoddess
ShyG
ShyG
Poem Published
14th May 2019 11:13pm
14th May 2019 11:13pm
A Symptom of Life
It's been a while since I posted at all but I just wanted to put this out there that I published my book.
It's called, "A Symptom of Life" and is only available for purchase on Amazon
It's called, "A Symptom of Life" and is only available for purchase on Amazon
#LifeAsAWriter
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eleven_mashariki
Poem Published
22nd May 2019 5:05am
22nd May 2019 5:05am
GREEDY
Time will tell.
#sadness
27 reads
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
23rd May 2019 10:06am
23rd May 2019 10:06am
In the Midst
In the midst of falling for who weve always been and this marketing reality...my memory still flushes you out as if...as we were guilty of abandonment or emotional dismemberment at will and not victims of various entities trying to turn the house against itself and then proclaim victory, take over ie siege or unreconcilable fallibility by some who fed from your pocketbook. Luckily an inbox message and a glass of wine helped to clear my mind. I couldnt help thinking about all the times I left my drink unattended in your company at Temptations like a jellybean bouncing off the wall while, being...
#nonfiction
28 reads
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
22nd May 2019 2:18am
22nd May 2019 2:18am
Secession of the Spirited Soul
Tis’ beyond familiar frontiers I’ve coveted to leap, beyond timeworn grasps of solitude. Here I am! A rebel! No longer servant, nor slave. I’ve embraced secession. My body’s my home and I have right to bear arms for the sanctity of its dignity. So tragic it is that, so few chose their ear to their mouth; speaking of my own life-ending ambitions. In fact, it only emboldened me to rise and wander stoically into the sunset of my life!
I want the cause of “my home” to smite injustices, injustices which reigned over a reticent youth, whom sought refuge in peaceful seclusion, covertly,...
I want the cause of “my home” to smite injustices, injustices which reigned over a reticent youth, whom sought refuge in peaceful seclusion, covertly,...
#strength
#courage
#inspirational
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
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Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
25th May 2019 6:50am
25th May 2019 6:50am
Underwater
Sooo...@Westbrooks...Tina and Mandy seems like I remember Maureen Moody who had a brother possibly a twin moving away...anywho...the cousin I forget her name stopped talking to me...cold turkey...bc she was in recovery...which I did not know and i inquired about a pot session...the too popular name jen comes up again consequently...situation bugged me a while but her mind was made up so...and her opinion about me as a person..i assume its copastetic....its whatever at this rate...but you never know why cerrtain kids are acting out or acting up...motivating factors...no more US exceptionalism....
#conflict
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DU Poetry : Least Read Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
