Least Read Non-Fiction Prose
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AutisticPoet
Poem Published
1st Nov 2018 6:57pm
1st Nov 2018 6:57pm
Unknown Sickness And My Unusual Experience
It started one evening after I was awoken by a breathing noise in my ear, it startled me but I fell back asleep. I didn't give it much thought at the time.
I woke earlier that morning, the sun hadn't peeked through the darkness yet. I made coffee and toast, and sat down to watch TV. The news was on every channel, it was reporting that the sun has failed to rise. The time was 9:00 am I didn't notice until now. I decided to go outside. It was very cold and the clouds were moving quickly as if the wind was blowing hard but I could not feel any wind. It was creepy and dark. I can hear...
I woke earlier that morning, the sun hadn't peeked through the darkness yet. I made coffee and toast, and sat down to watch TV. The news was on every channel, it was reporting that the sun has failed to rise. The time was 9:00 am I didn't notice until now. I decided to go outside. It was very cold and the clouds were moving quickly as if the wind was blowing hard but I could not feel any wind. It was creepy and dark. I can hear...
#memories
#illness
#confusion
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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...
21 reads
6 Comments
samehdi
Samira
Samira
Poem Published
7th Nov 2018 4:43pm
7th Nov 2018 4:43pm
Dear Freshman
Dear Freshman, you don’t need to fit in right away.
Don’t sacrifice your innocence for foolish boys who won’t give you the time of day.
It’s your first year, take every chance you’re given, but always put yourself first.
You’ll end up giving everyone your energy, and then you’ll die of thirst.
Experience new things within the school,
not at a party with a 17 year old tool.
You’ll lose your friends, but that’s okay.
You’ll meet new ones who will save the day.
There will be boys that call you pretty, but will only want you for sex,
Asking for nudes...
Don’t sacrifice your innocence for foolish boys who won’t give you the time of day.
It’s your first year, take every chance you’re given, but always put yourself first.
You’ll end up giving everyone your energy, and then you’ll die of thirst.
Experience new things within the school,
not at a party with a 17 year old tool.
You’ll lose your friends, but that’s okay.
You’ll meet new ones who will save the day.
There will be boys that call you pretty, but will only want you for sex,
Asking for nudes...
#regret
#shame
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Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 8:59am
17th Nov 2018 8:59am
Coaxed
Anxiety
Had to be
Coaxed
Into it
(The aerial)
Sometimes;
Making
Determination
Feel
Nothing
But that
Running
Leap
Into
Your
Upside down
Ness
Righting me
Again
And my ears
Learned
To adapt
Adjust
Acclimatize-
To
Pressure.
#dance teacher
Had to be
Coaxed
Into it
(The aerial)
Sometimes;
Making
Determination
Feel
Nothing
But that
Running
Leap
Into
Your
Upside down
Ness
Righting me
Again
And my ears
Learned
To adapt
Adjust
Acclimatize-
To
Pressure.
#dance teacher
#anxiety
#women
#childhood
#feminism
#dance
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Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 1:02am
17th Nov 2018 1:02am
Silence (Twin Sighting)
Emotion
The fumes
Were
Billowing
Up
Against
The sun
And
At times
I was ill
With
Emotion
Over
The
…….
Silence
Jaded
My appetite
Began
To grow
Weary
From
Hunger-
Jaded
By
…….
Silence
The fumes
Were
Billowing
Up
Against
The sun
And
At times
I was ill
With
Emotion
Over
The
…….
Silence
Jaded
My appetite
Began
To grow
Weary
From
Hunger-
Jaded
By
…….
Silence
#lesbian
#conflict
#betrayal
#silence
#feminism
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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.
23 reads
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Josh
Poem Published
26th Sep 2018 8:47pm
26th Sep 2018 8:47pm
Letters To A Young Poet - II
Oliveira do Hospital
Central Portugal
My dearest J,
I have just poured myself an agreeable glass of wine to consider your second letter. This is the Dão region of Portugal. The wine is good and cheap. It is 6 p.m, 30deg Celsius, warm for late September, and I am sitting on my balcony with a view westwards towards the Caramulo mountains.
You are worrying you will not be allowed to enter an artistic career, even less so as a poet. You assume your father will forbid it. I can tell you that ten years from now when such choices are to be made it will be...
Central Portugal
My dearest J,
I have just poured myself an agreeable glass of wine to consider your second letter. This is the Dão region of Portugal. The wine is good and cheap. It is 6 p.m, 30deg Celsius, warm for late September, and I am sitting on my balcony with a view westwards towards the Caramulo mountains.
You are worrying you will not be allowed to enter an artistic career, even less so as a poet. You assume your father will forbid it. I can tell you that ten years from now when such choices are to be made it will be...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
25 reads
4 Comments
adamtherapy69
adam templar
adam templar
Poem Published
21st Oct 2018 1:28pm
21st Oct 2018 1:28pm
compost
THE COMPOST (Finality)
On the day my ex wife moved out, I decided it was best not to be around.
We had two compost bins (donated by the Council) she took both.
Yes, did not even leave the compost, but on opening the garage doors I was greeted by the mountains of toys and other debris that 20 years of married life had given. It took me 3 days, with a white van, making excursions to the tip every hour or so, to clear it all away. The landlord of the property was the Church. The church overlooked my home, and people came and went while I moved. Nobody came to help, even...
On the day my ex wife moved out, I decided it was best not to be around.
We had two compost bins (donated by the Council) she took both.
Yes, did not even leave the compost, but on opening the garage doors I was greeted by the mountains of toys and other debris that 20 years of married life had given. It took me 3 days, with a white van, making excursions to the tip every hour or so, to clear it all away. The landlord of the property was the Church. The church overlooked my home, and people came and went while I moved. Nobody came to help, even...
#sadness
#hope
#breakup
#LifeStruggles
#despair
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Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
14th Nov 2018 4:52am
14th Nov 2018 4:52am
The Diaries
This is what
It had come
Down to
And
At that point
We probably
Shouldn’t
Have even
Been still
Dealing
With each
Other
But
We
Kept
A log;
I made
The Bitch
"John Hancock"
It
Date/Time
Underneath
Because
You just
Never know
How’s
Shits
Going to
Play out
Among
Yourselves
In case
You need to
Refer
Back
Or
Worst case
Scenario:
You need
Legal
Documentation ...
It had come
Down to
And
At that point
We probably
Shouldn’t
Have even
Been still
Dealing
With each
Other
But
We
Kept
A log;
I made
The Bitch
"John Hancock"
It
Date/Time
Underneath
Because
You just
Never know
How’s
Shits
Going to
Play out
Among
Yourselves
In case
You need to
Refer
Back
Or
Worst case
Scenario:
You need
Legal
Documentation ...
#women
#lesbian
#conflict
#confessional
#feminism
25 reads
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
14th Nov 2018 1:34pm
14th Nov 2018 1:34pm
Nicking
After
Nicking
My own
Skin
On the
Razor
Sharp
Edges
Of these
Writings,
I’m trying
To stop
The bleeding.
Trying to stop
The
Bleeding.
Nicking
My own
Skin
On the
Razor
Sharp
Edges
Of these
Writings,
I’m trying
To stop
The bleeding.
Trying to stop
The
Bleeding.
#identity
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
25 reads
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 9:06am
17th Nov 2018 9:06am
MK Ultra
Willful
Could hold (a
Disciplined
Pose)-
And the
Soldiers
Of protest
Were out
Among
The exploit
Long enough
To make
The brain’s
Language
Centers;
(Being
Carried)
Abort-
(Couldn't talk)
Compartmental
Memory
Survived
By trauma
And closed...
Could hold (a
Disciplined
Pose)-
And the
Soldiers
Of protest
Were out
Among
The exploit
Long enough
To make
The brain’s
Language
Centers;
(Being
Carried)
Abort-
(Couldn't talk)
Compartmental
Memory
Survived
By trauma
And closed...
#lesbian
#politics
#BDSM
#memories
#tragedy
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Harold-Weathervein
Poem Published
26th Sep 2018 10:53pm
26th Sep 2018 10:53pm
The Lie
She had dirty dishwasher blonde hair that went all the way down her spine.
The lengthy legs and the ass of a Russian dancer.
A sharp nose only matched by her strong chin and knowing green eyes.
She smoked Marlbs, where I smoked Camels.
Her insatiable quench for vodka outweighed my on going quest for any drink available.
and somehow,
tonight,
she was mine
if the heart was willing.
Once the drinks were gone
the ashtray full
the mind loose
and the body brave
she got up and walked to the door.
Saying goodbye she...
The lengthy legs and the ass of a Russian dancer.
A sharp nose only matched by her strong chin and knowing green eyes.
She smoked Marlbs, where I smoked Camels.
Her insatiable quench for vodka outweighed my on going quest for any drink available.
and somehow,
tonight,
she was mine
if the heart was willing.
Once the drinks were gone
the ashtray full
the mind loose
and the body brave
she got up and walked to the door.
Saying goodbye she...
#prose
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DU Poetry : Least Read Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
