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.
theEgoEffect
Barona
Barona
Poem Published
17th Jan 2019 9:15pm
17th Jan 2019 9:15pm
Loss (introspective rant)
I've had my share of loss and
dread the fact there's always more to come.
Maybe this is why I chose to run in the first place,
but I know it'll end in regret.
Waves of emptiness crash at my shore,
fading the numbness,
as I flip through photographs,
listening to abysmal songs
of abstract love.
Love - how it can mend,
yet when badly needed, it can end.
There will come a day when
I'll have to do this all over again.
More truth to that statement
than I'll ever really know.
I'm lucky that I have not been submerged
in...
dread the fact there's always more to come.
Maybe this is why I chose to run in the first place,
but I know it'll end in regret.
Waves of emptiness crash at my shore,
fading the numbness,
as I flip through photographs,
listening to abysmal songs
of abstract love.
Love - how it can mend,
yet when badly needed, it can end.
There will come a day when
I'll have to do this all over again.
More truth to that statement
than I'll ever really know.
I'm lucky that I have not been submerged
in...
#dark
#myself
44 reads
4 Comments
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
17th Jan 2019 2:25pm
17th Jan 2019 2:25pm
Men 2
We were working as a loan processor for a mortgage broker. He would sponsor loan officers until they could close that first deal. His motto was just pay me back when you can, so an ethical crook; loyal to his people period with a Christmas party approaching. Over hanging in the streets placed me in a financial bind that was going to prevent me from attending. My boss was questioning if flakey would be there. Quiet storm (my nick name) had peculiar ways (marginal social skills) trying to hide homo but fast like a ho on getting that paper (without giving up sex: creeping with a file: in proper...
#men
#relationships
#politics
#humankind
#redemption
20 reads
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
16th Jan 2019 4:22pm
16th Jan 2019 4:22pm
Leadership
(What happen to conscious rap like that? Listening to KRS 1 Step into a World)
Use to really account for something but we think about the people who said nothing about something…Nothing to young people in need of corrective measure. We weren’t the generation who you can’t say nothing to; automatic defense. You don’t tell me what to do; willfully defiant and don’t know shit literally on any level; some in leadership positions nowadays- frightening.
I expected my Mother to say something like “not everybody is going to be like your dance teacher” aka somebody’s...
Use to really account for something but we think about the people who said nothing about something…Nothing to young people in need of corrective measure. We weren’t the generation who you can’t say nothing to; automatic defense. You don’t tell me what to do; willfully defiant and don’t know shit literally on any level; some in leadership positions nowadays- frightening.
I expected my Mother to say something like “not everybody is going to be like your dance teacher” aka somebody’s...
#women
#relationships
#conflict
#politics
#redemption
26 reads
peninnah
Sanaa
Sanaa
Poem Published
16th Jan 2019 2:13pm
16th Jan 2019 2:13pm
DEAR LORD (DIARY OF A BARREN WOMAN)
Dear Lord,it's me again.I have been calling and calling and calling,but You must be extremely busy because I cannot seem to get a reply from You.
You promised Papaa,You promised that whenever I call,You will answer.You asked me to bring all my anxieties and worries and requests to You and You assured me,that though a mother my forsake her loved one,Forget the child of her bosom,that You Lord,You will never forsake me.
You told me You had a plan,a good plan for my future;a plan of prosperity and not adversity,You told me to enlarge the place of my dwelling, ''For you will...
You promised Papaa,You promised that whenever I call,You will answer.You asked me to bring all my anxieties and worries and requests to You and You assured me,that though a mother my forsake her loved one,Forget the child of her bosom,that You Lord,You will never forsake me.
You told me You had a plan,a good plan for my future;a plan of prosperity and not adversity,You told me to enlarge the place of my dwelling, ''For you will...
#women
#motherhood
#LifeStruggles #spiritual
#LifeStruggles #spiritual
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2 Comments
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
15th Jan 2019 11:20pm
15th Jan 2019 11:20pm
Preceptor
(Linda Clifford - Runaway Love 12")
My mother was in the clouds sometimes well responding to her generation-The chosen ones: Baby boomers-They worked hard as hell but still with something more to show. She never had nothing say like “You may have comparable capacity, maybe better in certain areas but you will at some point be overlooked because of your skin color” (it’s more of a class issue still) but it’s nice to have someone offer a comprehensive overview; write you a prescription for survival. There were general tools parents gave; not convinced they really do anymore: don’t...
My mother was in the clouds sometimes well responding to her generation-The chosen ones: Baby boomers-They worked hard as hell but still with something more to show. She never had nothing say like “You may have comparable capacity, maybe better in certain areas but you will at some point be overlooked because of your skin color” (it’s more of a class issue still) but it’s nice to have someone offer a comprehensive overview; write you a prescription for survival. There were general tools parents gave; not convinced they really do anymore: don’t...
#inspirational
#spiritual
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
25 reads
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
15th Jan 2019 2:42am
15th Jan 2019 2:42am
Generalized
Went to the store and this woman who was old enough to be my Mother was like “here…just take my cart; it’s already warm.” Thank you; generalized fellowship just saved me some steps. Life hasn’t eaten everyone to the core; sometimes somebody’s angry about some other shit and you just happen to be the person standing in the line of fire but this routed me here…We had a buick skylark at this time and my partner then lived on the passenger seat. It started ok; she was buying my mother shit and not me ie some law and order series but yea ok she was rural, handling guns and bad at holding her...
#humankind
#LifeChangingMoment
#dialogue
#learning
#redemption
21 reads
brokentitanium
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 3:52pm
14th Jan 2019 3:52pm
Walking Thoughts
As the pastel winter morning develops into a brilliant blue day, I walk the path around the field across from my house. Such a sea of sparkles; it’s like treading on galaxies. The wind-blown edge of a patch of polished ice reveals individual crystalline structures, and I realize my every step is crushing a thousand unique works of art.
Flocks of sparrows have gathered to pluck seeds from places where the path is exposed. My boots stamp out their tiny prints - evidence of an earlier party. Further on, my presence disturbs their current meeting. They disperse in a flurry, quietly...
Flocks of sparrows have gathered to pluck seeds from places where the path is exposed. My boots stamp out their tiny prints - evidence of an earlier party. Further on, my presence disturbs their current meeting. They disperse in a flurry, quietly...
#winter
#nature
#spiritual
26 reads
5 Comments
LUUH19
Emeraldia
Emeraldia
Poem Published
13th Jan 2019 2:46pm
13th Jan 2019 2:46pm
"Perks" of being a Doctor: Part 3 - After Midnight
Five people are waiting for the radiologist to finish taking the chest x-ray of a patient who was revived back to life.
Its past midnight as I take over my shift at the ED. There are a handful of patients with their loved ones on their side, a couple of nurses and other doctors. Its a slow and quiet night as I sat behind a desk which is next to my patients. Then suddenly, an irate scream of an attendant pierced through the silence which surrounded the emergency hall. She was holding her husband as he was gasping for air and not responding. We rushed to check his heart beat but...
Its past midnight as I take over my shift at the ED. There are a handful of patients with their loved ones on their side, a couple of nurses and other doctors. Its a slow and quiet night as I sat behind a desk which is next to my patients. Then suddenly, an irate scream of an attendant pierced through the silence which surrounded the emergency hall. She was holding her husband as he was gasping for air and not responding. We rushed to check his heart beat but...
#tragedy
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kilanti
Poem Published
6th Jan 2019 8:38am
6th Jan 2019 8:38am
Moon (old diary)
July 14, 2017
This night we talked on the phone. He wasn’t supposed to call for a few days but he said he was ready. Scared, I swallowed the burning lump in my throat. I’d been waiting all day for this.. “Hello?” “Hello”.. “what’s up?” we awkwardly asked in unison. The sound of his voice was a shock. I felt all the familiar butterflies return.. My fear dispersed as I felt God come through. And he spoke. He was ready; this was real, this was happening. I’ve never felt so relieved! & we began to talk like old times..so natural. & his way with words, always pulling me in;...
This night we talked on the phone. He wasn’t supposed to call for a few days but he said he was ready. Scared, I swallowed the burning lump in my throat. I’d been waiting all day for this.. “Hello?” “Hello”.. “what’s up?” we awkwardly asked in unison. The sound of his voice was a shock. I felt all the familiar butterflies return.. My fear dispersed as I felt God come through. And he spoke. He was ready; this was real, this was happening. I’ve never felt so relieved! & we began to talk like old times..so natural. & his way with words, always pulling me in;...
#hope
#heartbroken
#breakup
#TimeHeals
#IMissYou
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theEgoEffect
Barona
Barona
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2019 12:32pm
3rd Jan 2019 12:32pm
I Remember Your Darkened Home
As I walked upon your darkened home,
I uttered the words "Everything changes now."
Driving there we already knew. Felt it deep in the pit of our stomachs - exactly how it had felt that day I rushed to Dad's place. I knew everything had already changed.
Pulling up I remember feeling despair and desperation as I spotted your car
in the same space as always. How I desperately hoped to be wrong. The last time we saw you, you were cracking jokes and I was real happy to have your humble presence with us.
Now there's a looming darkness that...
I uttered the words "Everything changes now."
Driving there we already knew. Felt it deep in the pit of our stomachs - exactly how it had felt that day I rushed to Dad's place. I knew everything had already changed.
Pulling up I remember feeling despair and desperation as I spotted your car
in the same space as always. How I desperately hoped to be wrong. The last time we saw you, you were cracking jokes and I was real happy to have your humble presence with us.
Now there's a looming darkness that...
#love
#dark
#death
#suicide
#confessional
41 reads
0 Comments
thewatcher33
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2019 4:07am
3rd Jan 2019 4:07am
f**k The Wall
To The Wall." Can you imagine if Diana Prince had said those words in the blockbuster DC superhero movie Wonder Woman, instead of "To The War."
The Wall, one thing for sure, President Trump's Wall is not artistically decorative nor historically viable like the Great Wall of China that will draw millions of visitors every year as one of the world's modern day great wonders. Trump's Wall will not be celebrated as a structural thing of beauty and engineering mastery or even a wall to which I would love to use as a back ground to play handball, Skelly or roll dice with. Like I use to...
The Wall, one thing for sure, President Trump's Wall is not artistically decorative nor historically viable like the Great Wall of China that will draw millions of visitors every year as one of the world's modern day great wonders. Trump's Wall will not be celebrated as a structural thing of beauty and engineering mastery or even a wall to which I would love to use as a back ground to play handball, Skelly or roll dice with. Like I use to...
#freedom
#escape
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DU Poetry : Long Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
