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.
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
12th May 2021 10:31am
12th May 2021 10:31am
Adulting; the rise and fall of pretentious has beens, and will nots...
Adulting in a world full of preconceived notions within the context of egotistical personalities can be draining upon ones internal faculties, until the point of exhaustion; however, I'm resilient and well schooled in the psyche of those who scramble to steal your thunder whilst attempting to undermine anyone who challenges their comfortability & superiority.
Jealousy, is a curse if you fall short !
Noting, that the data rarely lies, and the social narrative remains deeply fractured when you have people in positions of authority who're somewhat authoring the...
Jealousy, is a curse if you fall short !
Noting, that the data rarely lies, and the social narrative remains deeply fractured when you have people in positions of authority who're somewhat authoring the...
#corruption
#politics
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3 Comments
RagingFlames
Poem Published
8th May 2021 2:56pm
8th May 2021 2:56pm
Quotes
Fuck a break up
Have you ever had
Your best friend
Fall in love with
Someone who broke your heart
People run in packs
Because they are scared
To be alone
I walk alone
Because I can’t
Trust packs
So I’m invisible to you now?
Cool
I’ve always wanted a superpower
It hurts like hell
When someone makes you feel special
Then suddenly leaves you hanging
And you have to play it off
Like you don’t care at all
Why should I apologize
For being a monster ...
Have you ever had
Your best friend
Fall in love with
Someone who broke your heart
People run in packs
Because they are scared
To be alone
I walk alone
Because I can’t
Trust packs
So I’m invisible to you now?
Cool
I’ve always wanted a superpower
It hurts like hell
When someone makes you feel special
Then suddenly leaves you hanging
And you have to play it off
Like you don’t care at all
Why should I apologize
For being a monster ...
#anxiety
#love
#depression
#loneliness
#fear
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Honoria
Poem Published
8th May 2021 1:50pm
8th May 2021 1:50pm
Dear Diary, 2nd Pathetic Entry
Dear Diary,
Sadly, I report I’m still a grown woman with the mental age of a ‘tween’. No change there since last I wrote you.
Still trying to get the hang of writing poetry. Not really sure how to measure my improvement.
The poets on DU write poems with maturity and every word accounts for something great. Mine read like a third grader at recess.
Heigh ho’ I suppose it doesn’t really matter in the end.
I’ve been seriously thinking about contacting this man I had a thing for years ago. I can’t pull the trigger on it because there’s a...
Sadly, I report I’m still a grown woman with the mental age of a ‘tween’. No change there since last I wrote you.
Still trying to get the hang of writing poetry. Not really sure how to measure my improvement.
The poets on DU write poems with maturity and every word accounts for something great. Mine read like a third grader at recess.
Heigh ho’ I suppose it doesn’t really matter in the end.
I’ve been seriously thinking about contacting this man I had a thing for years ago. I can’t pull the trigger on it because there’s a...
#frustration
#SelfReflection
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12 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
7th May 2021 3:41pm
7th May 2021 3:41pm
A mother’s love never falters...
My heart shatters time & time again when I navigate my way through her sustained psychological distress, imposed upon her by a random through no fault of her own.
Childhood trauma is challenging to process, and supporting a suicidal, distressed, hormonal, unpredictable & impulsive adolescent with underlying trauma has made me think about my own existence.
There are days when I wondered if I can keep going but there’s a reason my first born was gifted to me as he keeps me balanced when I’m on the cusp of giving up.
I can’t bring myself to be so...
Childhood trauma is challenging to process, and supporting a suicidal, distressed, hormonal, unpredictable & impulsive adolescent with underlying trauma has made me think about my own existence.
There are days when I wondered if I can keep going but there’s a reason my first born was gifted to me as he keeps me balanced when I’m on the cusp of giving up.
I can’t bring myself to be so...
#grief
#children
#suicide
#healing
#hurt
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6 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
4th May 2021 9:34pm
4th May 2021 9:34pm
A Dream of Kitezh - Part II
A Dream of Kitezh - Part II
Being a faithful relating of a recurring past-life dream I had,
upon the nights of both April 23rd and May 1st, in the year 2021...
I was placed under the direct apprenticeship of the youngest of the old woman's existing apprentices, Lunara. The old woman communicated everything to me through her, and I sensed this was so that the old woman would have as little to do with me as possible. Lunara instructed me in the construction of wands and staffs, of how to seek out wood for their construction in the fallen branches of trees that...
Being a faithful relating of a recurring past-life dream I had,
upon the nights of both April 23rd and May 1st, in the year 2021...
I was placed under the direct apprenticeship of the youngest of the old woman's existing apprentices, Lunara. The old woman communicated everything to me through her, and I sensed this was so that the old woman would have as little to do with me as possible. Lunara instructed me in the construction of wands and staffs, of how to seek out wood for their construction in the fallen branches of trees that...
#dark
#rebirth
#spiritual
#memories
#pagan
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5 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
4th May 2021 9:32pm
4th May 2021 9:32pm
A Dream of Kitezh - Part I
A Dream of Kitezh - Part I
Being a faithful relating of a recurring past-life dream I had,
upon the nights of both April 23rd and May 1st, in the year 2021...
It began where I was seeing a vast, panoramic view of a snowy coastline, filled with vast forests of pine trees. It was snowing, and the water was frozen in places. A sailing ship was hastily making for the coastline, but the waters were choppy and the going was dangerous. The ship made it to a place where there was a break in the coastline, where a mighty river went inland. As the ship sailed up that...
Being a faithful relating of a recurring past-life dream I had,
upon the nights of both April 23rd and May 1st, in the year 2021...
It began where I was seeing a vast, panoramic view of a snowy coastline, filled with vast forests of pine trees. It was snowing, and the water was frozen in places. A sailing ship was hastily making for the coastline, but the waters were choppy and the going was dangerous. The ship made it to a place where there was a break in the coastline, where a mighty river went inland. As the ship sailed up that...
#dark
#rebirth
#spiritual
#memories
#pagan
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Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
3rd May 2021 1:01pm
3rd May 2021 1:01pm
Thankful
It is funny how my grief works, because i can feel so alive and so whole,
And then something will remind me of you, and you consume everything that was.
And then the pain begins to spread, the reminder of the loss I have felt weighs on my lungs like an anchor caked in sand at the bottom of the sea.
I was at dinner today, and someone brought out your favorite chips and salsa,
It reminded me of a happier time than this, when you were alive and I felt that way too.
It hurts way deep down in my stomach when I think of you because of how much I miss you,
And...
And then something will remind me of you, and you consume everything that was.
And then the pain begins to spread, the reminder of the loss I have felt weighs on my lungs like an anchor caked in sand at the bottom of the sea.
I was at dinner today, and someone brought out your favorite chips and salsa,
It reminded me of a happier time than this, when you were alive and I felt that way too.
It hurts way deep down in my stomach when I think of you because of how much I miss you,
And...
#grief
#death
#IMissYou
25 reads
1 Comment
LostGirl18
Poem Published
3rd May 2021 12:46pm
3rd May 2021 12:46pm
Vincent
You hurt me and rejected my love and I responded by viscously attacking your pride.
Did we both have an active part to play in the other persons pain? Yes.
Your apology was genuine.
I never gave you one.
Until now...
I regret that I was so nasty to you, V.
I’m truly sorry for being the little girl who threw a tempter tantrum when she didn’t get her way.
We both should have known better.
Thank you for forever holding your composure...
Did we both have an active part to play in the other persons pain? Yes.
Your apology was genuine.
I never gave you one.
Until now...
I regret that I was so nasty to you, V.
I’m truly sorry for being the little girl who threw a tempter tantrum when she didn’t get her way.
We both should have known better.
Thank you for forever holding your composure...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
41 reads
MineKampf
Minart
Minart
Poem Published
2nd May 2021 3:29pm
2nd May 2021 3:29pm
Finding Truth
Your Having a Hard time with your mind.
I State it as it is the find, of the day when you hold peace in through;
Another value is given to you, that of remedy.
A Fall into the sense of Presently That; Comes to the Term of the Given due.
A Way of fallen into the through and through that hold the captive in the term.
Another Value is given in the Discern; Because we see how hard it can be.
A Mental Health in the Sense of Reality. And i Trouble Death to Falter Cause.
In the Reality we Just wish a Pause; To Rest in a Given time.
A Vouch in Which we hold...
I State it as it is the find, of the day when you hold peace in through;
Another value is given to you, that of remedy.
A Fall into the sense of Presently That; Comes to the Term of the Given due.
A Way of fallen into the through and through that hold the captive in the term.
Another Value is given in the Discern; Because we see how hard it can be.
A Mental Health in the Sense of Reality. And i Trouble Death to Falter Cause.
In the Reality we Just wish a Pause; To Rest in a Given time.
A Vouch in Which we hold...
#kindness
#grief
#inspirational
#TimeHeals
#apathy
29 reads
3 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
1st May 2021 9:20pm
1st May 2021 9:20pm
The Late Burkette Greene
Today would've been my grandfather's birthday if he had lived. He was born on May 1, 1910 and died on February 7, 1998 at the age of eighty-seven. He lived in Sneedville, Tennessee. His name was Burkette Greene. He was sixty-one when I was born.
My grandmother's name was Laura and she and Papaw had six kids. Sadly, the youngest of the six kids died when he was a month old. His name was Burkette Greene Junior. Their five other kids were/are Ina Mae, Everette, James, Norman and Agnes who was my mom. Sadly, Mom, Norman and Ina Mae are deceased.
Papaw used to tell Mamaw that...
My grandmother's name was Laura and she and Papaw had six kids. Sadly, the youngest of the six kids died when he was a month old. His name was Burkette Greene Junior. Their five other kids were/are Ina Mae, Everette, James, Norman and Agnes who was my mom. Sadly, Mom, Norman and Ina Mae are deceased.
Papaw used to tell Mamaw that...
#family
#birthday
#nonfiction
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Just_Writing
Poem Published
1st May 2021 4:10am
1st May 2021 4:10am
Losing My V-Card (Part 1)
December 15, 2010
Losing My V-Card (Part 1)
He gives me a kiss on the cheek and tells me “You look pretty”.
“Thanks” I already know this can you tell me something else?
He looks into my eyes and tries to connect, “I love your amber eyes,
they are deep Justina, but I love looking into them. I get lost, I really do.”
I felt that in my lady parts, “I like that you get lost in my eyes.”
He places his hand on my leg, “I like that you wore a skirt today”.
Obviously, easier access and I am ready, “I wore it for you”.
We are at his...
Losing My V-Card (Part 1)
He gives me a kiss on the cheek and tells me “You look pretty”.
“Thanks” I already know this can you tell me something else?
He looks into my eyes and tries to connect, “I love your amber eyes,
they are deep Justina, but I love looking into them. I get lost, I really do.”
I felt that in my lady parts, “I like that you get lost in my eyes.”
He places his hand on my leg, “I like that you wore a skirt today”.
Obviously, easier access and I am ready, “I wore it for you”.
We are at his...
#boyfriend
#relationships
#dating
54 reads
10 Comments
MineKampf
Minart
Minart
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2021 1:21pm
22nd Apr 2021 1:21pm
Randomly Chatting.
Summer time has it's flaws, Because it's to hot out in the house.
It lingers in the Zone, Every gritty Sweat in the Brown
I Held the Captives inside, They Watch for the Right of Sight.
To leave the house, Because they say we play with them cats or mouse
In Every Watching the Eye, the Sudden Cry; Of them who knew,
They were in labor of Due, Holding Grasp to the Term, Of
Bringing Her House their Alone, Into My Crib. To Which it was Complete
A Sense of the Call, OF a Place of Overhaul. TO the Sum of the Core,
Of Me Doing for her More, Every Waving the Fan....
It lingers in the Zone, Every gritty Sweat in the Brown
I Held the Captives inside, They Watch for the Right of Sight.
To leave the house, Because they say we play with them cats or mouse
In Every Watching the Eye, the Sudden Cry; Of them who knew,
They were in labor of Due, Holding Grasp to the Term, Of
Bringing Her House their Alone, Into My Crib. To Which it was Complete
A Sense of the Call, OF a Place of Overhaul. TO the Sum of the Core,
Of Me Doing for her More, Every Waving the Fan....
#regret
#rejection
#confusion
#despair
#emotions
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DU Poetry : Long Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
