Long Non-Fiction Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 11:15pm
16th Nov 2024 11:15pm
Special
I'm crawling my way out of the dark, but the dark is too thick. Thickened by the lies of this world. That if you push things down far enough, that they'll go away. That those who just wanted to be validated have a victim mentality. That this world was for me.
No, it wasn't, and it's not my fault.
But I still try to find fault within myself for being an outcast.
For not being special for anyone.
I still can't understand why Lenny, my friend I recently blocked, had to say I had a victim mentality just for me saying that I wasn't special to Josh and...
No, it wasn't, and it's not my fault.
But I still try to find fault within myself for being an outcast.
For not being special for anyone.
I still can't understand why Lenny, my friend I recently blocked, had to say I had a victim mentality just for me saying that I wasn't special to Josh and...
#apathy
#heartbroken
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IntoTheRain
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 5:19pm
14th Nov 2024 5:19pm
Stillness
He is kneeling at the dining room table,
as if he is praying.
Tenderly he opens his hands,
and I see he is cradling our sky blue parakeet.
Tears streaming down his red cheeks, he looks at me.
The tiny creature taking its last breaths.
Feathers ripped from its wings and blood speckled on Dad's fingers.
The cat, I thought. Oh no.
We didn't say a word. His eyes told me there was nothing we can do.
Suddenly, I am spinning.
My throat becomes tight, like a hand is pressing against my voice box.
My eyes become hot,...
as if he is praying.
Tenderly he opens his hands,
and I see he is cradling our sky blue parakeet.
Tears streaming down his red cheeks, he looks at me.
The tiny creature taking its last breaths.
Feathers ripped from its wings and blood speckled on Dad's fingers.
The cat, I thought. Oh no.
We didn't say a word. His eyes told me there was nothing we can do.
Suddenly, I am spinning.
My throat becomes tight, like a hand is pressing against my voice box.
My eyes become hot,...
#anxiety
#childhood
#despair
#family
#sadness
52 reads
4 Comments
Particles_Of_HerII
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 7:13am
14th Nov 2024 7:13am
Untitl'd, there's no poetry for this
Had told them “keep your paper gods”,
Ive my own ..
whom exfoliates the illusions away
you were the one thing that remain'd constant
in my life .. until you didn't
the moon went fr’m being majestique
to splinter’d then morph’d into symptoms
of something perverted:
all the tale-tell signs of that I'd given away
the Gift of Trust
.. that I lov’d a little too deeply
…simply invest’d a little too much, of myself..
...
Ive my own ..
whom exfoliates the illusions away
you were the one thing that remain'd constant
in my life .. until you didn't
the moon went fr’m being majestique
to splinter’d then morph’d into symptoms
of something perverted:
all the tale-tell signs of that I'd given away
the Gift of Trust
.. that I lov’d a little too deeply
…simply invest’d a little too much, of myself..
...
#LifeChangingMoment
#love
#hurt #rejection
#hurt #rejection
97 reads
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 8:27am
13th Nov 2024 8:27am
Much Obliged
You know I haven’t written in a collaboration since close to two years ago. I’ve said many times on here I used to do a lot of songwriting with an old buddy until we had a falling out. Then there was getting healthy, and ending the long journey with booze. Then I came here to DU. And started over, took a chance I still could do this thing it is we do. I watch to many mobster movies, I know. lol.
Collaborations are an art form in my opinion. It requires trust and compromise, a certain etiquette that writer’s often possess and share in each other’s company. Because from one...
Collaborations are an art form in my opinion. It requires trust and compromise, a certain etiquette that writer’s often possess and share in each other’s company. Because from one...
#confessional
#prose
113 reads
24 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 7:48pm
12th Nov 2024 7:48pm
King Crimson- In The Wake Of Poseidon
During the US tour in late 1969, King Crimson imploded. Ian McDonald and Michael Giles had too much too soon and would depart to record an eponymous record. Similarly, Greg Lake had met up with Keith Emerson (formerly of The Nice) while on tour and agreed to form a band upon their return to the UK. (Emerson, Lake & Palmer) Robert Fripp & Peter Sinfield were left with the reigns of the band and faced the task of recording the follow-up. (though both Lake & Giles did make contributions to the album with the latter's brother Peter adding bass). In March of 1970 Robert Fripp was asked...
#historical
#music
#narrative #nonfiction
#narrative #nonfiction
49 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 7:34pm
12th Nov 2024 7:34pm
King Crimson- In The Court Of The Crimson King
King Crimson were an English based Progressive Rock band that formed in London in 1968.
The roots of King Crimson start pre-1969 with the light-weight, pop efforts of Giles, Giles & Fripp. After failing to get any gigs what so ever and receiving a dismal response from anyone who heard them, Pete Giles left. Around the end of 1968 Pete's brother Mike and Robert Fripp conceived King Crimson and added Ian McDonald on reeds, Greg Lake on bass and vocals and lyricist Peter Sinfield, who was McDonald's songwriting partner became the bands fifth member. King Crimson was born.
...
The roots of King Crimson start pre-1969 with the light-weight, pop efforts of Giles, Giles & Fripp. After failing to get any gigs what so ever and receiving a dismal response from anyone who heard them, Pete Giles left. Around the end of 1968 Pete's brother Mike and Robert Fripp conceived King Crimson and added Ian McDonald on reeds, Greg Lake on bass and vocals and lyricist Peter Sinfield, who was McDonald's songwriting partner became the bands fifth member. King Crimson was born.
...
#historical
#music
#narrative #nonfiction
#narrative #nonfiction
66 reads
10 Comments
Her
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 2:57pm
12th Nov 2024 2:57pm
My Thought For Today: Holding Onto Love Too Tightly Doesn’t Allow Room for Growth
I’m a former plant killer with black thumb, therefore, I had no business having a relationship. I put everything I had into someone else without giving myself the nourishment I required. I smothered those relationships with love. I thought I was doing the right thing. Clearly I wasn’t. My boundaries were blurred.
Through trial and error and through learning more about myself and therefore, more about trauma and C-PTSD, I’ve learned that love needs room to blossom. Fear of abandonment, the reason I clung so tightly, isn’t going to keep someone close. It’s a noose, it traps, it...
Through trial and error and through learning more about myself and therefore, more about trauma and C-PTSD, I’ve learned that love needs room to blossom. Fear of abandonment, the reason I clung so tightly, isn’t going to keep someone close. It’s a noose, it traps, it...
#healing
#love
#relationships
71 reads
10 Comments
Her
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 00:09am
12th Nov 2024 00:09am
My Thought For Today: Trauma Therapy is Like Truth Serum
Someone once told me that wine is like truth serum because when you drink it, all your deepest secrets and desires are made known. At the time I was terrified. Not me, no way. I wasn’t drinking alcohol at the time, but just the thought that my secrets would be let loose was too much to think about. Not my secrets, those dark thoughts, those images, the things that have happened to me, the things that I’ve done and how I felt about all of it…no freakin’ way was I taking any chances. No wine for me.
I’ve never had a drinking problem but I definitely have an addictive personality and...
I’ve never had a drinking problem but I definitely have an addictive personality and...
#nonfiction
#PTSD
88 reads
8 Comments
Her
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 4:47pm
9th Nov 2024 4:47pm
My Thought For Today: Turing Pain into Promise
No matter how difficult life has been I look at the trials I’ve had as lessons. Not just the typical I won’t do that anymore, I know what to look out for now, I won’t let that happen to me anymore type of lessons, but the types of lessons I use as stepping stones, how I will achieve my goal of being the best version of me.
I don’t want to be defined by what’s happened to me, by my bad decisions or indecision, my medical problems, how I chose to react to situations and others, my prior patterns, the rage I had, or the promises I made that I couldn’t follow through with because I...
I don’t want to be defined by what’s happened to me, by my bad decisions or indecision, my medical problems, how I chose to react to situations and others, my prior patterns, the rage I had, or the promises I made that I couldn’t follow through with because I...
#hope
#inspirational
#motivational #TimeHeals
#motivational #TimeHeals
73 reads
5 Comments
Her
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 1:30pm
8th Nov 2024 1:30pm
My Thought for Today: Green Flags, Red Flags, What About My White Flag?
It’s trendy to talk about green flags and red flags, those obvious and sometimes not so obvious indicators of heathy and unhealthy behaviors in relationships, but I’ve never heard anyone talk about my white flag, how I surrendered my rationale or my instincts, and ended up in toxic relationships or relationships that turned toxic. Maybe if I saw “white flag” it would have helped. Because let’s face it, we’re drawn to words that work.
I’ve surrendered to situations in relationships and the behaviors of others for many reasons, but mostly because my C-PTSD heart and brain didn’t have...
I’ve surrendered to situations in relationships and the behaviors of others for many reasons, but mostly because my C-PTSD heart and brain didn’t have...
#relationships
76 reads
10 Comments
Her
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 12:23pm
7th Nov 2024 12:23pm
My Thought for Today: Finding Joy
Finding joy when there doesn’t seem to be a reason to may seem impossible, but to me, it’s becoming a way of life. When I tell people my story it takes a minute. I make sure to prepare them beforehand. Usually I get a head nod and a reassuring smile or an “it’s okay,” while they patiently wait. My deep breath isn’t as audible anymore, but it’s there. When I finish, I make sure to add something positive, such as, “I’m grateful to be where I am,” or “there’s so much more for me to learn,” because those things are the truth. You don’t live through the things I have and the amount of things I...
#happiness
114 reads
12 Comments
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 3:54pm
6th Nov 2024 3:54pm
Landscape with Fall of Democracy
If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher.
As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.”
- Abraham Lincoln
SHAMERICA YOU CHARLATAN, YOU RUBE,
When it comes time to write
Your fall, let it be said
You leapt giddily off the edge, and took bodily the rest,
For reasons lost to sense,
Like lemmings trailing blindly
The worst among us all.
But...
As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.”
- Abraham Lincoln
SHAMERICA YOU CHARLATAN, YOU RUBE,
When it comes time to write
Your fall, let it be said
You leapt giddily off the edge, and took bodily the rest,
For reasons lost to sense,
Like lemmings trailing blindly
The worst among us all.
But...
#freedom
#morality
#politics #responsibility
#politics #responsibility
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DU Poetry : Long Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
