Long Non-Fiction Prose
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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
Yesterday 3:44am
Yesterday 3:44am
Memory I Might Include In Memoir
I remember I used to talk with this guy I met on Okcupid. I think I picked him up from his house in some neighborhood perhaps in Magnolia. But I'm not sure. Like many others I have forgotten, I don't remember his name at all.
But I remember he told me this story of a schizophrenia woman he knew who was taking advantage of someone else. It didn't necessarily make me feel better about my own schizophrenic problems. But I'm glad he talked about it anyway.
But this is my dilemma. I don't blame anyone for leaving me if I exhibit toxic behaviors, and I don't blame myself for...
But I remember he told me this story of a schizophrenia woman he knew who was taking advantage of someone else. It didn't necessarily make me feel better about my own schizophrenic problems. But I'm glad he talked about it anyway.
But this is my dilemma. I don't blame anyone for leaving me if I exhibit toxic behaviors, and I don't blame myself for...
#fate
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NP_NP
Poem Published
19th Mar 2025 4:01pm
19th Mar 2025 4:01pm
Warning Signs
How did it start? When did it become normal for a man to hit a woman? He screams. "you were nothing, everything you are is because of me".
Rosie
It started as an argument with their daughter in the back seat; when her first love clocked her, fist meeting cheek. The blows kept coming as he ripped off her clothes, her daughter screams in terror, as she watchs her father proceeds to bite and strangle her mother. Completely naked she begged for him stop, not to do this in front of their daughter. She saw the rage in his eyes and thought,...
Rosie
It started as an argument with their daughter in the back seat; when her first love clocked her, fist meeting cheek. The blows kept coming as he ripped off her clothes, her daughter screams in terror, as she watchs her father proceeds to bite and strangle her mother. Completely naked she begged for him stop, not to do this in front of their daughter. She saw the rage in his eyes and thought,...
#abuse
#CallToAction
#DomesticViolence
#manipulation
#suffering
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
19th Mar 2025 6:40am
19th Mar 2025 6:40am
SpotLight - Willow (WillowsWhimsies)
Welcome back to SpotLight, I’m Damian DeadLove. Got another great episode tonight, that I hope you’ll enjoy. This interview segment is meant for the DU community, as a way to get to know about the poet/poetess behind the writes.
Our guest tonight is a poetess who calls the U.S. home. She’s been a member here since March of 2016. Although, it could be longer since she had previous profiles.
She’s a gifted poetess and writer. She’s a spitfire once you get her wound up, and for some reason I have the gift of taking her there, with some of the topics I write...
Our guest tonight is a poetess who calls the U.S. home. She’s been a member here since March of 2016. Although, it could be longer since she had previous profiles.
She’s a gifted poetess and writer. She’s a spitfire once you get her wound up, and for some reason I have the gift of taking her there, with some of the topics I write...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#prose
128 reads
18 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 9:05am
18th Mar 2025 9:05am
I Want To Just Let My Eyes Burn From My Sockets
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#SelfHarm
20 reads
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 8:11am
17th Mar 2025 8:11am
Polychromatic
#lover
52 reads
1 Comment
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 8:23am
15th Mar 2025 8:23am
Overkill - Wrecking Your Neck
Welcome, Backstage, I’m Damian DeadLove. Tonights band is: Overkill. That’s right we’re talking about the boys from, Jersey. I’m a huge fan of this band they are by far my favorite thrash metal band.
Shout out to my brother, J.J.Burton, who got me into this band. This one’s for you.
The band formed in 1980 in New Jersey. They’re one of the most successful east coast thrash bands ever. They’ve been called the Motörhead of thrash, in fact the band name comes from the title of Motörhead’s second album.
The band has recorded 20 studio albums...
Shout out to my brother, J.J.Burton, who got me into this band. This one’s for you.
The band formed in 1980 in New Jersey. They’re one of the most successful east coast thrash bands ever. They’ve been called the Motörhead of thrash, in fact the band name comes from the title of Motörhead’s second album.
The band has recorded 20 studio albums...
#music
#prose
141 reads
20 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Mar 2025 11:35pm
13th Mar 2025 11:35pm
A Plastic Spoon for Matilda
11:58 AM
I’m getting hungry
The day is already dragging
As you may or may not know from my last write titled "Early Morning Blues"
I open my large cooler
I pull out my jar of crunchy peanut butter and a ziplock bag of raisins and an assortment of nuts
I was looking forward to mixing the two together
But to my dismay, I forgot my spoon
SHIT!
Now I must take a walk to the cafeteria
I entered the cafeteria for the 1st time in over 5 years
Nothing has changed
I noticed immediately the smell of...
I’m getting hungry
The day is already dragging
As you may or may not know from my last write titled "Early Morning Blues"
I open my large cooler
I pull out my jar of crunchy peanut butter and a ziplock bag of raisins and an assortment of nuts
I was looking forward to mixing the two together
But to my dismay, I forgot my spoon
SHIT!
Now I must take a walk to the cafeteria
I entered the cafeteria for the 1st time in over 5 years
Nothing has changed
I noticed immediately the smell of...
#anger
#food
#ignorance
#job
#nonfiction
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Mar 2025 10:08pm
13th Mar 2025 10:08pm
Early Morning Blues
Thursday. 8:11 AM
2 hours into my day at work.
What a drag
I’m surrounded by these bland grey walls that are about 6 ft high
There dusty and in need of cleaning
Fucking gross
Are they to protect me from the outsiders?
Are they to protect others from me?
Are they listening to my thoughts or when I speak?
Probably
All I know is that my creativity is being sucked away from this isolated location
It’s horrible
In addition, knowing that the one poetry website I could rely on is disappearing in a few weeks
I don't...
2 hours into my day at work.
What a drag
I’m surrounded by these bland grey walls that are about 6 ft high
There dusty and in need of cleaning
Fucking gross
Are they to protect me from the outsiders?
Are they to protect others from me?
Are they listening to my thoughts or when I speak?
Probably
All I know is that my creativity is being sucked away from this isolated location
It’s horrible
In addition, knowing that the one poetry website I could rely on is disappearing in a few weeks
I don't...
#anger
#boredom
#job
#nonfiction
#TruthOfLife
82 reads
8 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 9:40pm
12th Mar 2025 9:40pm
An Endless Sadness
Had a nightmare last night. It was quite dark and disturbing like many of them. My friend Joe was in it, telling me I had changed. That I wasn't the girl he thought he knew. That he didn't want to talk to me. That I was tainted now. Forever. Josh was saying it, and anyone I ever knew said these things.
I woke up like I usually do, like I'm getting out of a trance rather than a nightmare.
I personally hate it when people say to not let someone or something have so much power over you. Because I'm already good at that, considering my situation. But if something, even if...
I woke up like I usually do, like I'm getting out of a trance rather than a nightmare.
I personally hate it when people say to not let someone or something have so much power over you. Because I'm already good at that, considering my situation. But if something, even if...
#fear
#grief
#sadness
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NP_NP
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 2:38pm
12th Mar 2025 2:38pm
Surrender
His name was John, my Uber driver with the white Kia. It was an hour and 20 minutes until I'd get home from Oklahoma. So much on my mind, thoughts racing, so I engaged in conversation to silence them. I asked him about himself, and he poured out his soul. He talked about his past drug addiction, his children, his struggles. We talked about the economy, road rage, and New Yorkers.
"I'm telling you, all you gotta do is surrender," he said.
Gritting my teeth, I nodded and smiled, looking out the window at the semi-trucks passing by, only for him to remark,...
"I'm telling you, all you gotta do is surrender," he said.
Gritting my teeth, I nodded and smiled, looking out the window at the semi-trucks passing by, only for him to remark,...
#addiction
#drugs
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#spiritual
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 8:29am
12th Mar 2025 8:29am
8:57 A.M.
8:57 A.M. Somewhere in the heart of it all, I, Damian DeadLove was born on 12 March 1975. I recall screaming and growling about how cold the delivery room was that day. Much to my mothers shock of course that an infant was capable of such.
I jest. I couldn’t death growl yet, that was later. God, didn’t bless me with a great singing voice. As time would reveal.
He gave me lungs though, and I could scream with anyone. Don’t believe me? Feel free to ask my parents?
Fifty years. Half a century in this old worn out body. Miles equals wisdom, words I...
I jest. I couldn’t death growl yet, that was later. God, didn’t bless me with a great singing voice. As time would reveal.
He gave me lungs though, and I could scream with anyone. Don’t believe me? Feel free to ask my parents?
Fifty years. Half a century in this old worn out body. Miles equals wisdom, words I...
#philosophical
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34 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
