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.
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:57am
Yesterday 7:57am
It's Got A Soprano's Vibe To It
After much deliberation. I, Damian DeadLove, being of sound mind and soul have come to a conclusion. I know what every writer has in common now, okay it could just be a theory, but please hear me out here. If anything it sounds cool but I’ll let you be the judge of that.
Can I get a drumroll, please?? We expose demons and slay them!! Told you it was pretty cool. Now some of you might be saying, “Your just now figuring that out, Damian?” Well I do walk to my own drumbeat, and sometimes I’ve been known to fall out of time. It happens more than I’d like to admit.
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Can I get a drumroll, please?? We expose demons and slay them!! Told you it was pretty cool. Now some of you might be saying, “Your just now figuring that out, Damian?” Well I do walk to my own drumbeat, and sometimes I’ve been known to fall out of time. It happens more than I’d like to admit.
...
#satirical
#uplifting
77 reads
19 Comments
Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 11:42am
13th Sep 2024 11:42am
Gino & Poppy
It was the early 2010s, another pissed up night at the boozer.
A young Gino Corona was spending all of his dosh, like a loser!
He had long hair in a bun, and a wife-beater to show his guns.
Flossing a big chunky chain on his neck, to show his funds.
His wife and his kid at home, would wonder where he might be?
Either way she knew, he would be pissed up, somewhere out of his tree.
In the gritty town of Swansea, it was raw, rough and ready.
They lived in a grotty flat, in the moody streets of Sketty.
Poppy Fiasco was at home, with...
A young Gino Corona was spending all of his dosh, like a loser!
He had long hair in a bun, and a wife-beater to show his guns.
Flossing a big chunky chain on his neck, to show his funds.
His wife and his kid at home, would wonder where he might be?
Either way she knew, he would be pissed up, somewhere out of his tree.
In the gritty town of Swansea, it was raw, rough and ready.
They lived in a grotty flat, in the moody streets of Sketty.
Poppy Fiasco was at home, with...
#family
#fatherhood
#marriage
#memories
#responsibility
43 reads
1 Comment
KendalM
Poem Published
12th Sep 2024 2:44pm
12th Sep 2024 2:44pm
If Stones Can Cry Out, Then I know There Is Always Hope
There is only one I follow, but I will stand beside you if you are kind, if you love...forgive and can look at a full grown adult and see a child. See the child within, when the bottle touches their lips, so that they forget the rape...the abuse.
When cold steel pierces their veins so that they can get as close to the thief of death as they can without actually dying, and there, trading pieces of their broken soul for a bad memory.
When they lay cold and naked on the ground, where fancy shoes walk over them like trash laying on the sidewalks. Veterans...
When cold steel pierces their veins so that they can get as close to the thief of death as they can without actually dying, and there, trading pieces of their broken soul for a bad memory.
When they lay cold and naked on the ground, where fancy shoes walk over them like trash laying on the sidewalks. Veterans...
#hope
#kindness
#love
#redemption
#strength
49 reads
2 Comments
KendalM
Poem Published
10th Sep 2024 3:46pm
10th Sep 2024 3:46pm
Moses And Abraham Knew To Give Thanks
God created everything, therefore he owns the whole. I could say God is in everything, and he is.
For when he created, he said let everything that has breath worship me.
So..there's the proof.
He blessed us with free will to seek and believe in what we want.
That's love...
But in truth, nature, frequency, all in all...is owned by only one.
You acknowledge nature, yet something prohibits you from taking the next step.
How perfect are his works and mechanics.
How Beautiful the clouds of his feet.
Following smart philosophers when you...
For when he created, he said let everything that has breath worship me.
So..there's the proof.
He blessed us with free will to seek and believe in what we want.
That's love...
But in truth, nature, frequency, all in all...is owned by only one.
You acknowledge nature, yet something prohibits you from taking the next step.
How perfect are his works and mechanics.
How Beautiful the clouds of his feet.
Following smart philosophers when you...
#forgiveness
#gratitude
#hope
#love
#strength
51 reads
2 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
9th Sep 2024 6:38am
9th Sep 2024 6:38am
Catch-22
Sometimes it seems I don’t know this world anymore. I mean sure I know the government is corrupted with people who are on the take. Every season brings more decay into the moral fabric of decency. It’s always been there since the whole experiment began. I’m not blind to what’s going on, I just can’t believe how fast we’re falling now. Spiraling into chaotic forms of anger and turmoil.
No such thing as having a conversation without mudslinging and name calling. Not just the political figureheads vying for office. Just like Regan’s trickle down economics, this venom that started...
No such thing as having a conversation without mudslinging and name calling. Not just the political figureheads vying for office. Just like Regan’s trickle down economics, this venom that started...
#prose
84 reads
15 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 9:08am
8th Sep 2024 9:08am
letter to my (dead) dad
#anger
#father
#hate
39 reads
deadwolf
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 10:45pm
7th Sep 2024 10:45pm
Random Ramblings #2014
Man, you got to keep it together in here,
One false move, one sign of weakness or regret,
an they’ll move in on you like shark on blood Vato,
“Comprendes… Me entiendes Mendez”
There’s no place for that in here,
Emotions will get you killed faster than anything
In a place like this, there are only three things you can do,
Sleep, read and workout…
But understand how to escape in your mind,
And it’s that last one that will keep you from going insane
There, no one can touch you,
Because this hell is repetition, and always full of what ifs, ...
One false move, one sign of weakness or regret,
an they’ll move in on you like shark on blood Vato,
“Comprendes… Me entiendes Mendez”
There’s no place for that in here,
Emotions will get you killed faster than anything
In a place like this, there are only three things you can do,
Sleep, read and workout…
But understand how to escape in your mind,
And it’s that last one that will keep you from going insane
There, no one can touch you,
Because this hell is repetition, and always full of what ifs, ...
#narrative
#prose
48 reads
2 Comments
KendalM
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 6:48pm
6th Sep 2024 6:48pm
And What Of The Brothers?
Dear Brothers,
As I sit here in full emotion, first I want to thank you.
Thank you men who would sacrifice all to protect, to guide, to cut off evil and bind up wounds of fellow soldiers on the battle field of life.
To the husband's who still dance with their half clothed princess, to the fathers who work all day and come home to fix all that seems to be constantly broken.
Hold tight to their hands, to the men who build their homes on a dying faith, don't let that candle go out.
Guide your sons in strength and grace, teach them lowliness and gratitude are a priceless...
As I sit here in full emotion, first I want to thank you.
Thank you men who would sacrifice all to protect, to guide, to cut off evil and bind up wounds of fellow soldiers on the battle field of life.
To the husband's who still dance with their half clothed princess, to the fathers who work all day and come home to fix all that seems to be constantly broken.
Hold tight to their hands, to the men who build their homes on a dying faith, don't let that candle go out.
Guide your sons in strength and grace, teach them lowliness and gratitude are a priceless...
#hope
#kindness
#love
#redemption
#strength
68 reads
2 Comments
KendalM
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 2:39pm
6th Sep 2024 2:39pm
Humanity's Siblings
Dear Sister,
If by chance you find yourself standing in the middle of a ball room, dressed in rags, soul exhausted.
Were you even invited? How the hell did you get here?
Layers of beautiful people circle about you.
Laughing, poking, provoking you to respond to their talk and chatter.
It's just ok, let your internal need to defend yourself grow numb.
Be grateful for their lessons.
Matter of fact, thank God for them.
A little deeper?
Thank God for loving you enough to invest people's time to help you grow....
If by chance you find yourself standing in the middle of a ball room, dressed in rags, soul exhausted.
Were you even invited? How the hell did you get here?
Layers of beautiful people circle about you.
Laughing, poking, provoking you to respond to their talk and chatter.
It's just ok, let your internal need to defend yourself grow numb.
Be grateful for their lessons.
Matter of fact, thank God for them.
A little deeper?
Thank God for loving you enough to invest people's time to help you grow....
#forgiveness
#hope
#kindness
#love
#strength
57 reads
2 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 6:15am
6th Sep 2024 6:15am
Different Name, Same Show
How does one know if they’re a poet? I only ask, because I’ve never been sure that I qualify as one? This is not me being negative about my ability, it’s kinda just the way I’m wired. I really think it’s because I spent so much time being a lyricist.
After spending so many years focused on rhyming and the lyrical format, it became the genesis of where I began writing. All I did to write poetry was essentially chop off the choruses. No kidding, people. That was all I done.
I mean I picked up little things along the way, different rhyming patterns, messing...
After spending so many years focused on rhyming and the lyrical format, it became the genesis of where I began writing. All I did to write poetry was essentially chop off the choruses. No kidding, people. That was all I done.
I mean I picked up little things along the way, different rhyming patterns, messing...
#prose
117 reads
22 Comments
personanongrata
Astral Gift
Astral Gift
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2024 00:53am
3rd Sep 2024 00:53am
depression and futility
Perhaps I was right when I was walking home with that half a gram in my hand. "Big deal" I said, "another soul lost in the name of the almighty's creation". I sacrifice my life for His entertainment. Among so many lives, what is the importance of just one, let it be lost. Then I decided that I was quitting and declared it in front of Him. “Do to me whatever you want, I don't care anymore, let me die today. Actually, I want to die today. I will shoot it up all together and whatever happens, happens." That was a plan that consisted motivation, excuse and indulgence for...
#despair
50 reads
0 Comments
ohmy_engrish
^-^
^-^
Poem Published
1st Sep 2024 7:02am
1st Sep 2024 7:02am
Hey again lovelies~
So uh…..it’s definitely been a minute….
But hi :)
This little goober is baaaack >3<
Turns out, I’ve been inspired by another Kpop song so I’m gonna start working on that.
To whoever had read my stuff before, hello again 🙃 And to anyone who hasn’t given two ducks about me till now, why hello 👋 I’ve written my own English interpretations of Kpop songs for a couple of years now (cause I can.)
Nevertheless, it always feels like a full circle moment whenever I come back here because each time I’m a different person,...
But hi :)
This little goober is baaaack >3<
Turns out, I’ve been inspired by another Kpop song so I’m gonna start working on that.
To whoever had read my stuff before, hello again 🙃 And to anyone who hasn’t given two ducks about me till now, why hello 👋 I’ve written my own English interpretations of Kpop songs for a couple of years now (cause I can.)
Nevertheless, it always feels like a full circle moment whenever I come back here because each time I’m a different person,...
#nostalgia
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0 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
