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.
An Unspoken Truth
Reflecting on the toxic relationship I was in earlier this year, there's a profound truth that I have learned. A truth that's unseen. Unspoken. The forbidden truth. The truth that inconveniences men who don't get a lot of women. It is this very truth that shakes me to my core. Fear. So much fear around it.
As a woman with a more positive aura than the man I was with and who was an easy magnet for men, I knew from the beginning that I felt uncomfortable. But as usual, I ignored that feeling.
He was one of those nice guys who said all the right words, but his actions...
As a woman with a more positive aura than the man I was with and who was an easy magnet for men, I knew from the beginning that I felt uncomfortable. But as usual, I ignored that feeling.
He was one of those nice guys who said all the right words, but his actions...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark #fear
#dark #fear
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Joey G
Sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in my own mind. I’ve given plenty of examples of that already. I guess it’s important to put backstories into perspective when talking about another person. I’m talking about, Joey Graves, my former bandmate and songwriting partner.
“Joey G,” as everybody called him in our musical circle. I’ve not been fair to him or the readers here at DU. I’m guilty of telling you, why I’m pissed and disappointed at him instead of giving you the full picture.
Over time I plan to balance that out more. It wasn’t all bad as I said...
“Joey G,” as everybody called him in our musical circle. I’ve not been fair to him or the readers here at DU. I’m guilty of telling you, why I’m pissed and disappointed at him instead of giving you the full picture.
Over time I plan to balance that out more. It wasn’t all bad as I said...
#confessional
#prose
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This Feeling
I...
am a ghost,
inhabiting these brittle bones,
wearing a suit of armour made from flesh and skin,
though it's not much good as armour.
Doesn't stop the bullets that shoot from tongues around you,
and it does naught to protect the mind.
Spinning clockwise in a counter-clockwise world around me?
That's me.
I'm lost,
somewhere between point A and point B I slip into non-existence.
I glide through a crowd like a shadow,
unnoticed,
unacknowledged.
I am the sum of all the shards of my shattered...
am a ghost,
inhabiting these brittle bones,
wearing a suit of armour made from flesh and skin,
though it's not much good as armour.
Doesn't stop the bullets that shoot from tongues around you,
and it does naught to protect the mind.
Spinning clockwise in a counter-clockwise world around me?
That's me.
I'm lost,
somewhere between point A and point B I slip into non-existence.
I glide through a crowd like a shadow,
unnoticed,
unacknowledged.
I am the sum of all the shards of my shattered...
#dark
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
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No one has time for mediocre BS…
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#lover
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Underneath All This Confidence
Underneath all this confidence and all this self work and self love still sits a girl curling into herself. Scared about being kicked down more, being called stupid, being treated like I'll never be successful, being underestimated, being called "too young" for an intellectual conversation, being that girl who couldn't debate well in school, being that girl constantly overlooked and undervalued.
Shut down. It is the reason why I'm shut down, hate looking others in the eyes for fear there will be another soul who's trying to manipulate or backstab.
And...
Shut down. It is the reason why I'm shut down, hate looking others in the eyes for fear there will be another soul who's trying to manipulate or backstab.
And...
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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how a single moment can turn into a momentum
As it often happens some people seem to only contact me during weekends.
Where as at times I cherish these short interactions. At the same time I can be in prolonged hibernation between music Inspiration, half writes that call me to their shores.
I ignore the painful sounds ready to plunge my phone into a forgotten pocket.
After a while I decide to have a peek or actually its called a scroll. I see the name of my brother who is a gardener, has a heart for nature ,the sea and knows about many facets of biology. He used to study names of birds insects, butterflies and...
Where as at times I cherish these short interactions. At the same time I can be in prolonged hibernation between music Inspiration, half writes that call me to their shores.
I ignore the painful sounds ready to plunge my phone into a forgotten pocket.
After a while I decide to have a peek or actually its called a scroll. I see the name of my brother who is a gardener, has a heart for nature ,the sea and knows about many facets of biology. He used to study names of birds insects, butterflies and...
#historical
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Subconscious Beliefs
For the sake of my public shadow work, I am going to uncover the things I believe. Doing this, I am going to say the first thought that comes to my mind. And trust that it's leading me somewhere.
1. Fat people are disgusting and despicable. They're only jealous bitches trying to ruin my life.
2. Atheists are going to undermine me at any moment and treat me like a child. They're hypocrites just like Christians!
3. I doubt my own spiritual experiences in the name of "logic" and pleasing atheists who really don't care about me.
4....
1. Fat people are disgusting and despicable. They're only jealous bitches trying to ruin my life.
2. Atheists are going to undermine me at any moment and treat me like a child. They're hypocrites just like Christians!
3. I doubt my own spiritual experiences in the name of "logic" and pleasing atheists who really don't care about me.
4....
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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All Through The Night
Hold you in my arms
Keep you safe from all harm
All through the night”
Those words above are the beginning of a song called, All Through The Night. The very first words of mine put to music. That’s right folks, my first song ever.
Before I tell you this story, I have a special announcement. Our very own, Fia Naturie, interviewed me on a special episode of SpotLight. If you didn’t know about it, well now you do. lol.
It’s our voices, there is nothing to read. Fia, was my first guest on the show. She came up with the idea...
Keep you safe from all harm
All through the night”
Those words above are the beginning of a song called, All Through The Night. The very first words of mine put to music. That’s right folks, my first song ever.
Before I tell you this story, I have a special announcement. Our very own, Fia Naturie, interviewed me on a special episode of SpotLight. If you didn’t know about it, well now you do. lol.
It’s our voices, there is nothing to read. Fia, was my first guest on the show. She came up with the idea...
#confessional
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And now a true story
My childhood friend Kirby and I once hypnotized a frog in the summer of 88. We found a rock on the lake's shoreline that looked like an emerald. We believed the rock had super powers. An hour later, we found the frog. We began rubbing the rock on the top of it's forehead. It was amazing. The frog was hypnotized. (We thought) We weren't sure though on how to unhyptnotize the frog. Instead, we kept the frog and fed it to Kirby's German Sheppard, named Bear. That was the 1st time his dog tasted frog! 'oui oui'
After Bear had lunch, we went inside to see Kirby's Grandma. This old...
After Bear had lunch, we went inside to see Kirby's Grandma. This old...
#childhood
#friendship
#memories
#ShortStory
#summer
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An encounter with The White rabbit, Trindada series part three
She is not a stranger.. Weather one is ready or not for her to appear. Where ever we go we seem to run into her. She slowly begets a functional meaning like the famous white rabbit in the story of Alice in wonderland. This still being one of my all time favorite classical stories. She shows us ways.
Originally from Scotland speaking with her distinct rolling r. When she speaks of the moon she says muin which as far as I know is part of the Celtic ogham Once I looked it up and found out it means prophecy, to advise or teach. These things surely she offers gently flowing as...
Originally from Scotland speaking with her distinct rolling r. When she speaks of the moon she says muin which as far as I know is part of the Celtic ogham Once I looked it up and found out it means prophecy, to advise or teach. These things surely she offers gently flowing as...
#travel
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History of the Dutch Rock Scene
So much has been written about the history of rock music. Whether it was the early days of Rock n Roll with the likes of Elvis Presley, Chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis and countless others. Or during the 1960’s with the advent of Surf Music, Motown and the British Invasion. Bands such as the Beach Boys, The Temptations and The Beatles were legendary acts. These artists paved the way for numerous bands to copy their sound as well as to create their own. Not just in England and America, but all over the world.
One country in particular that was influenced by these two countries was The...
One country in particular that was influenced by these two countries was The...
#historical
#music
#nonfiction
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My Heart Smiled
I’ve always had a fascination with the automobile. Growing up I loved my Hot Wheels collection above all other toys. Would always look at the stamp on the bottom of the car, so I could learn: make, model, year.
My dad worked on cars for extra money when I was young. He wasn’t a certified mechanic but he knew how to work on them. I even remember he did minor body work, and painted them as well. He pulled engines and transmissions, and other items before taking them off to be crushed.
My favorite car he worked on was a 1968 Mercury Cougar. It was blue and had a...
My dad worked on cars for extra money when I was young. He wasn’t a certified mechanic but he knew how to work on them. I even remember he did minor body work, and painted them as well. He pulled engines and transmissions, and other items before taking them off to be crushed.
My favorite car he worked on was a 1968 Mercury Cougar. It was blue and had a...
#memories
#nostalgia
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