Least Read Non-Fiction Prose
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RiAN
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2021 9:31am
3rd Mar 2021 9:31am
A for Alexandr
He was indeed an emperor though had not yet gained his slice of the land he still belonged to. In hazed awareness he would stare his greyish blue eyes turning into metal.
A stare of depth where all rippled out into the vastness from which skies were made.
Ubijstva chesti they called it, honor killing
If gender one is not , f or m do not appeal for gay pride or non binary people.
I guess it is like having several souls connected to your being, or not only to your being but also to your body. For those who are of one whole solid amorphous it is difficult to...
A stare of depth where all rippled out into the vastness from which skies were made.
Ubijstva chesti they called it, honor killing
If gender one is not , f or m do not appeal for gay pride or non binary people.
I guess it is like having several souls connected to your being, or not only to your being but also to your body. For those who are of one whole solid amorphous it is difficult to...
#LGBT
#CallToAction
#morality
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Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
28th Feb 2021 7:13am
28th Feb 2021 7:13am
To the weeds
There are not enough days in the entire year to fill up the void you’ve left behind.
I will miss you until the sun swallows the sky, and until the earth is no more and we all return to the weeds.
There weren’t enough moments with you
And I would give my soul away to see you one last time. I will cry for the loss of you until the sky is no more, until we are no more. I will miss you for the rest of my lifetime.
Life is finite, and I wish that I’d been with you more, that I’d clung to you and held on for dear life. Because I am now here,
Searching...
I will miss you until the sun swallows the sky, and until the earth is no more and we all return to the weeds.
There weren’t enough moments with you
And I would give my soul away to see you one last time. I will cry for the loss of you until the sky is no more, until we are no more. I will miss you for the rest of my lifetime.
Life is finite, and I wish that I’d been with you more, that I’d clung to you and held on for dear life. Because I am now here,
Searching...
#grief
#death
#IMissYou
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3 Comments
Write-On
Poem Published
26th Feb 2021 1:40am
26th Feb 2021 1:40am
Atrocity Exhibition, Chapter 1, page 9.
Atrocity Exhibition, Chapter 1, page 9.
(page 8 is better, and if you like it, then click view my poems as a list and go to page one, rather than read it backwards, which to me seemed to amplify certain of the themes, but in an opposite direction than where
– I supposit –
the writing intends. Though certainly, the hyper surreality of the source, coupled with the method does appear to lend itself to being read out of order. However, I think in that case, better to just jumble them and and recreate the apocryaphal scene of naked lunch's page...
(page 8 is better, and if you like it, then click view my poems as a list and go to page one, rather than read it backwards, which to me seemed to amplify certain of the themes, but in an opposite direction than where
– I supposit –
the writing intends. Though certainly, the hyper surreality of the source, coupled with the method does appear to lend itself to being read out of order. However, I think in that case, better to just jumble them and and recreate the apocryaphal scene of naked lunch's page...
#books
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clewluss
SMOOKY
SMOOKY
Poem Published
11th Feb 2021 6:57pm
11th Feb 2021 6:57pm
Solving the Monty Hall puzzler (Pt. 1)
The Monty Hall puzzle, was a
big matter of discussion,
way back in the 1970's,
even PjDs in mathematics made staunch,
but incorrect solutions about it.
The problem was finally proved by
programming a computer
(thank heavens for computers)
to simulate the game.
Finally the community at large
decided that the
Monty Hall puzzler
had been solved.
On Monty Hall's game show,
there are three doors.
Behind two doors are goats,
which nobody in the world could love.
(except a few animal lovers, but...
big matter of discussion,
way back in the 1970's,
even PjDs in mathematics made staunch,
but incorrect solutions about it.
The problem was finally proved by
programming a computer
(thank heavens for computers)
to simulate the game.
Finally the community at large
decided that the
Monty Hall puzzler
had been solved.
On Monty Hall's game show,
there are three doors.
Behind two doors are goats,
which nobody in the world could love.
(except a few animal lovers, but...
#earth
#fire
#water
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ANATNOM_GNIREFFUS
Poem Published
27th Feb 2021 7:58pm
27th Feb 2021 7:58pm
Bar and Lanes on Main
He walked into the old bar on Main,
and he sat down at the counter.
The server had gone out to smoke,
it was just a man and his feelings there.
In the same old empty building where-
he once used to drink away his pain.
In the corner was an ancient pool table,
with scratched up felt and worn wood-
where he once played billiards with pals.
He was more aged now, a few years late;
and in his contemplation, a heavy sigh.
The white-shirt server came in the side,
and quickly opened up his eyes.
"Haven't seen you here in ages! My, my." ...
and he sat down at the counter.
The server had gone out to smoke,
it was just a man and his feelings there.
In the same old empty building where-
he once used to drink away his pain.
In the corner was an ancient pool table,
with scratched up felt and worn wood-
where he once played billiards with pals.
He was more aged now, a few years late;
and in his contemplation, a heavy sigh.
The white-shirt server came in the side,
and quickly opened up his eyes.
"Haven't seen you here in ages! My, my." ...
#narrative
#dialogue
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Reborn-Asylum
Poem Published
18th Feb 2021 6:42pm
18th Feb 2021 6:42pm
Clarabel-La Rising
A Rage Seething
The young sith pureblood rubbed the blood from her lip and spit into the ground. She stood up, and in a swift motion threw dirt into her opponents eyes while shifting low for a sweeping leg kick.
She failed to connect, her older brother easily jumping over her slow leg. He then struck her across the face with a defeating kick and laughed walking to their father's side. He scolded her for her shortcomings and insisted if she could not beat her brother in combat then she didn't need food, instead her portions would go to her brother.
The young...
The young sith pureblood rubbed the blood from her lip and spit into the ground. She stood up, and in a swift motion threw dirt into her opponents eyes while shifting low for a sweeping leg kick.
She failed to connect, her older brother easily jumping over her slow leg. He then struck her across the face with a defeating kick and laughed walking to their father's side. He scolded her for her shortcomings and insisted if she could not beat her brother in combat then she didn't need food, instead her portions would go to her brother.
The young...
#anger
#hate
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RiAN
Poem Published
28th Feb 2021 4:00pm
28th Feb 2021 4:00pm
V for Victoria
Some people are mysteries others can be read as chapters of a book
Victoria was one of those people whom you could turn to
and feel you were reading a novelty novel. A blank page ready to be read basking in an effervescent glimmer.
She reminded me of how sun can turn into silver tide. She reminded me of wind
Never knowing when it will begin to blow. She was sold as slave for the price of a calf. Brought up in slavery. Modern slavery .It is a trade to many in which desperate people loose all hopes and are left abandoned and marked for life. A place they call the...
Victoria was one of those people whom you could turn to
and feel you were reading a novelty novel. A blank page ready to be read basking in an effervescent glimmer.
She reminded me of how sun can turn into silver tide. She reminded me of wind
Never knowing when it will begin to blow. She was sold as slave for the price of a calf. Brought up in slavery. Modern slavery .It is a trade to many in which desperate people loose all hopes and are left abandoned and marked for life. A place they call the...
#humankind
#HumanRights
#admiration
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Em-ily
Poem Published
27th Feb 2021 5:35pm
27th Feb 2021 5:35pm
And the lingering relationship between diva, and before the performance.
And the lingering relationship between diva and before the performance, visual poem
#meditation
17 reads
1 Comment
Chris_Pleasures
Poem Published
1st Mar 2021 9:09pm
1st Mar 2021 9:09pm
12:49AM Thoughts For You to Know
Time has its way of ticking doesn’t it?
Seeing your face and hearing your voice got me thinking. I wish things were different...
If you can go back would you change how we drifted apart and grew distant?
Do you wish I was a little more persistent?
I know things didn’t go as you envisioned it but the past is now irrelevant. Your days moving forward you have to be on top of shit.
I still believe in you and your capabilities. Creating anew is what you have to do. Believe in yourself as I do. Let more positive words flow from your lips. Don’t...
Seeing your face and hearing your voice got me thinking. I wish things were different...
If you can go back would you change how we drifted apart and grew distant?
Do you wish I was a little more persistent?
I know things didn’t go as you envisioned it but the past is now irrelevant. Your days moving forward you have to be on top of shit.
I still believe in you and your capabilities. Creating anew is what you have to do. Believe in yourself as I do. Let more positive words flow from your lips. Don’t...
#TimeHeals
#uplifting
#support
#admiration
#respect
19 reads
1 Comment
JakAlfhild
Poem Published
19th Feb 2021 00:33am
19th Feb 2021 00:33am
Still miss you
Four years now you’ve been gone
Hopefully to a better place
They said you were gone even before
Your heart gave out
But I wonder
Did you hear me?
Did you know I was there?
I’d always protected you growing up
This time
.......I couldn’t
I know you wanted
To stay
But it wasn’t meant to be
When I got the call
That your heart gave out...
..... a piece of mine died, too
I know I’m not alone in this world
In which I still roam
But it feels like it sometimes
Some days the memories...
Hopefully to a better place
They said you were gone even before
Your heart gave out
But I wonder
Did you hear me?
Did you know I was there?
I’d always protected you growing up
This time
.......I couldn’t
I know you wanted
To stay
But it wasn’t meant to be
When I got the call
That your heart gave out...
..... a piece of mine died, too
I know I’m not alone in this world
In which I still roam
But it feels like it sometimes
Some days the memories...
#sadness
#brother
#death #memories
#death #memories
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RiAN
Poem Published
28th Feb 2021 9:44am
28th Feb 2021 9:44am
SOS
Extracts from a world
Sos help line is a service worldwide where individuals who need a talk can call anonymous regardless the topic. As a volunteer you do a minimum of four shifts a month, one shift is four hours, one is a nightshift which is 8 hours
My first nightshift
The phone has not rang yet
I was thrilled to do this
eventually my exciting night turns into an early night. I sleep a few hours then the phone rings. I have not finished yet the sentence, hello, this is......my name......of SOS...
Sos help line is a service worldwide where individuals who need a talk can call anonymous regardless the topic. As a volunteer you do a minimum of four shifts a month, one shift is four hours, one is a nightshift which is 8 hours
My first nightshift
The phone has not rang yet
I was thrilled to do this
eventually my exciting night turns into an early night. I sleep a few hours then the phone rings. I have not finished yet the sentence, hello, this is......my name......of SOS...
#memories
#humankind
#nonfiction
21 reads
7 Comments
RiAN
Poem Published
1st Mar 2021 8:12am
1st Mar 2021 8:12am
B for Bushkah
Once these walls were all white though the decay has left its mark.
At the entrance a flag is hung with the word Trindada. It waves slightly ruffled.
We know this place, a camp site loved and hated. A few weeks before we fled from the dirt and the grim walls surrounding the place and here we are again.
We are offered help by one of the men working at the reception when our small tent finally breaks down..
We receive a huge tent big enough to furnace which we do. Nearby the camp site is a place that has put their left over furniture outside. We ask if they...
At the entrance a flag is hung with the word Trindada. It waves slightly ruffled.
We know this place, a camp site loved and hated. A few weeks before we fled from the dirt and the grim walls surrounding the place and here we are again.
We are offered help by one of the men working at the reception when our small tent finally breaks down..
We receive a huge tent big enough to furnace which we do. Nearby the camp site is a place that has put their left over furniture outside. We ask if they...
#animals
#freedom
#escape #hurt
#escape #hurt
21 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
