Recent Non-Fiction Prose by Members Last Online
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Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art - Published by DU Poetry members most recently online.
AndreasWicked
Le serpent
Le serpent
Poem Published
4th Mar 2018 8:02pm
4th Mar 2018 8:02pm
Destined to be a sinner
Jesus is your savior” I heard them saying “You will burn in hell” They were cursing “Judge not, that you be not judged” Someone retorted coarselyAll this cacophony of opinions seemed like floating in the air, my native town was full of“saintly mob”.
When I was a kid I liked Art at the elementary school. The teacher always gave me A+s. Art was kind of the means to be carried away from this “boring pious atmosphere”. Once the idea of an imaginary friend came to my immature mind. I drew him on paper and actually appreciated it...
When I was a kid I liked Art at the elementary school. The teacher always gave me A+s. Art was kind of the means to be carried away from this “boring pious atmosphere”. Once the idea of an imaginary friend came to my immature mind. I drew him on paper and actually appreciated it...
#evil
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argedion
Naiko
Naiko
Poem Published
26th Jul 2014 00:34am
26th Jul 2014 00:34am
A Love Letter
Dearest One,
I'm not sure you know exactly what you do to me and what you're making me do. It's not anything bad of course. Though, in a sense it is. After all, since when has addiction been good for someone? I suppose the answer would be love, and it's no problem when the person loves you back. So, I shall attempt to write out the effects of your emotivity on me.
Darling Love, you have become the food for my soul. You leave no doubts in my mind as to where this relationship goes. To love, deep...
I'm not sure you know exactly what you do to me and what you're making me do. It's not anything bad of course. Though, in a sense it is. After all, since when has addiction been good for someone? I suppose the answer would be love, and it's no problem when the person loves you back. So, I shall attempt to write out the effects of your emotivity on me.
Darling Love, you have become the food for my soul. You leave no doubts in my mind as to where this relationship goes. To love, deep...
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RevolutionAL
Poem Published
30th Jun 2018 5:28pm
30th Jun 2018 5:28pm
McDowell Was Injured Anyway.
Books that become plays
-invent films
which don't always do
justice in the read
then again, some
sparkle delight.
McDowel's interpretation
of Alex,
in A Clockwork Orange
lands as perfectly
on the screen
as Singing In The Rain
dropped on the stage;
-studiously as the
doctorate framed and hung
at Moorfields Eye...
-invent films
which don't always do
justice in the read
then again, some
sparkle delight.
McDowel's interpretation
of Alex,
in A Clockwork Orange
lands as perfectly
on the screen
as Singing In The Rain
dropped on the stage;
-studiously as the
doctorate framed and hung
at Moorfields Eye...
#books
#sports
#philosophical
62 reads
4 Comments
TheMonsterfromHe11
Poem Published
28th May 2016 12:45pm
28th May 2016 12:45pm
Don't Put Me Back Together
I can't necessarily put it into words.
How can I?
I'm usually the one who ends up "broken hearted".
Compromising myself so that they may have a chance to date me.
Though I am not that invested at first.
I soon fall attached pretty quickly.
They find out that I am more damaged then I lead on to be.
Sorry, you see I'm in pieces.
Shit can't be put back together just because you seem to care to try too.
Then again I never asked you too.
If you fell to pieces like I do.
You...
How can I?
I'm usually the one who ends up "broken hearted".
Compromising myself so that they may have a chance to date me.
Though I am not that invested at first.
I soon fall attached pretty quickly.
They find out that I am more damaged then I lead on to be.
Sorry, you see I'm in pieces.
Shit can't be put back together just because you seem to care to try too.
Then again I never asked you too.
If you fell to pieces like I do.
You...
228 reads
Allyzone
Poem Published
21st May 2018 9:57pm
21st May 2018 9:57pm
Free
Drunk again, oh how I wish you would just pass out and not wake up
Cos in the morning i'm left feeling quilty for not understanding your illness
You utter absolute disgust,
Your mouth just moves,
I have stopped caring
Your words just vomits abuse
A knife to my throat
You would rather kill me
Than to change
The humiliation of your drunken
I love you's
I cry, but feel nothing
I speak but no sound
I scream into my soul
I scream into my heart
I scream into my body ...
Cos in the morning i'm left feeling quilty for not understanding your illness
You utter absolute disgust,
Your mouth just moves,
I have stopped caring
Your words just vomits abuse
A knife to my throat
You would rather kill me
Than to change
The humiliation of your drunken
I love you's
I cry, but feel nothing
I speak but no sound
I scream into my soul
I scream into my heart
I scream into my body ...
#strength
#hope
#TimeHeals
98 reads
9 Comments
AtoMikbomb
Poem Published
14th Aug 2017 9:47am
14th Aug 2017 9:47am
American Shame
A steaming stockpot smoothly brewed
Behind the kindly man in view
He took our orders cordially
(We chose "Beef Teriyaki", it's vital to note.)
His soft-sand irises set in somber eyes
So we awaited our savory treat
We settled into unforgiving food court seats
Reviewing our day's receipts
Ogling other pleasing patrons in their teens
Piquant bowls of delicious draft came
Delivered along with obliging expressions
The nice man plainly holding hopes
That we'd tell our friends
And would not be singular diners
...
Behind the kindly man in view
He took our orders cordially
(We chose "Beef Teriyaki", it's vital to note.)
His soft-sand irises set in somber eyes
So we awaited our savory treat
We settled into unforgiving food court seats
Reviewing our day's receipts
Ogling other pleasing patrons in their teens
Piquant bowls of delicious draft came
Delivered along with obliging expressions
The nice man plainly holding hopes
That we'd tell our friends
And would not be singular diners
...
99 reads
2 Comments
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
13th Jan 2018 2:16am
13th Jan 2018 2:16am
notes while waiting
notapoem
rather
viaclovsky personal plan for self-reorganization for the following year of our lawrd twentyeighteen
watch more baseball watch more footy but otherwise reduce all media consumption by a minimum of 83.3%.
a full-minded deep-dive into the Shakespeare canon.
must also read the following:
master and the margarita (Bulgakov)
let it come down (p bowles)
memoirs (tennessee williams)
memoirs (pablo neruda)
a world...
rather
viaclovsky personal plan for self-reorganization for the following year of our lawrd twentyeighteen
watch more baseball watch more footy but otherwise reduce all media consumption by a minimum of 83.3%.
a full-minded deep-dive into the Shakespeare canon.
must also read the following:
master and the margarita (Bulgakov)
let it come down (p bowles)
memoirs (tennessee williams)
memoirs (pablo neruda)
a world...
20 reads
6 Comments
Angelast1
Poem Published
11th Jul 2018 11:16pm
11th Jul 2018 11:16pm
A good rooster
We used to have chickens, when we lived in Tucson. They would sleep on my lap when they were little chicks. I got to know each of their little chicken personalities and loved them like they were my kids. One of them turned out a rooster. Some people think roosters are bad dudes...horny little fucking machines. I have come to appreciate a good rooster like a good man. I raised mine with lots of love and yet taught him to respect me as the alpha. A good rooster, as mine was, will always call his hens when he finds some juicy bugs and lets them have first dibs on the goodies. He will be the last...
#love
#animals
#birds
36 reads
10 Comments
NimmieAmee
Poem Published
27th Sep 2016 4:37pm
27th Sep 2016 4:37pm
No love is unconditional
No love is unconditional.
At least, no healthy love.
Would you love them if:
they abuse you?
they abuse your children?
they murder your mother?
they cut off your hand?
If you still love them after all that.. there's something WRONG with you.
All love has conditions, even if they mostly go unspoken.
Even parental love.
You hear all the time of parents kicking their children out and disowning them just for loving or being a different gender than the parents had expected.
...
At least, no healthy love.
Would you love them if:
they abuse you?
they abuse your children?
they murder your mother?
they cut off your hand?
If you still love them after all that.. there's something WRONG with you.
All love has conditions, even if they mostly go unspoken.
Even parental love.
You hear all the time of parents kicking their children out and disowning them just for loving or being a different gender than the parents had expected.
...
320 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2016 4:11am
23rd Jan 2016 4:11am
phoenix confessions
I used to think I needed the past to define me, like it was me. Without labels and words I didn't amount to much, and I loved shocking people. In a way, it was a test. See how hard I can push people away before they eventually leave. The perfect self-fulfilling prophecy for someone who figures they deserve to be rejected anyway.
I don't make friends easily. I never have. Maintaining interest in other people is something I struggle with after the initial intense passion of meeting minds has subsided in the few people I've felt like I've connected with.
I'm better at...
I don't make friends easily. I never have. Maintaining interest in other people is something I struggle with after the initial intense passion of meeting minds has subsided in the few people I've felt like I've connected with.
I'm better at...
459 reads
11 Comments
tmoj
___xjslt_
___xjslt_
Poem Published
1st Sep 2017 8:20pm
1st Sep 2017 8:20pm
Sky Diver
The moonlight guides me
Trying not to think about what's underneath
Nothing to hold my feet
Unless I wanna die
No boats or land in sight
I don't know where I am because
I fell from the sky
Trying not to think about what's underneath
Nothing to hold my feet
Unless I wanna die
No boats or land in sight
I don't know where I am because
I fell from the sky
108 reads
4 Comments
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
7th Apr 2017 8:30am
7th Apr 2017 8:30am
Shades of Then
Today, I suddenly realised that I have been on my own for 13 years.
2004, was the year of my great independence...how can I forget. My world centred pin-pointed focused on my person seemingly only a yard in diametre. I was all me...I couldn't focus on anything else.
I felt like I was walking through a tunnel with no lights and I was just feeling my way around. I couldn't eat or drink...forced myself to swallow food or water only when I feel my head go dizzy from lack of food.
Within that period of time, I would sit in front of my PC and stare at the screen looking at...
2004, was the year of my great independence...how can I forget. My world centred pin-pointed focused on my person seemingly only a yard in diametre. I was all me...I couldn't focus on anything else.
I felt like I was walking through a tunnel with no lights and I was just feeling my way around. I couldn't eat or drink...forced myself to swallow food or water only when I feel my head go dizzy from lack of food.
Within that period of time, I would sit in front of my PC and stare at the screen looking at...
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