Non-Fiction Prose by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
Poems written by Top Critiquers
My apologies to you

#confessional
#murder
#wife
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My Final Resting Place (The Blue Notebook)
It is I, again. I’m the itch that can’t be scratched, folks. Slightly annoying, but I mean well. In all seriousness, I’m just always looking for a catchy beginning. Hey, they can’t all be winners. It doesn’t get me down though, people.
In the immortal words of David Lee Roth: “You gotta roll with the punches to get to what’s real.” It’s all about adapting, being a counterpuncher, that’s been my entire existence. Some things in this world are avoidable, others not so much.
Look, I’m just a humble poet. With little stories that I hope helps somebody out...
In the immortal words of David Lee Roth: “You gotta roll with the punches to get to what’s real.” It’s all about adapting, being a counterpuncher, that’s been my entire existence. Some things in this world are avoidable, others not so much.
Look, I’m just a humble poet. With little stories that I hope helps somebody out...
#philosophical
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Mob Mentality
fear of being singled out makes most people a coward...
every one of us is unique
but we are brainwashed and shamed not to stick out
to the point of not being able to think outside of the box
when mob mentality singles out an odd one from the herd
the whole group lays into that one out of fear
and for popularities sake, the odd one is cursed at and beaten down
thinking I'm glad that wasn't me
they are warned with cruel chastisement not to shine
finally, setting aside their own morals and beliefs
for the want of...
every one of us is unique
but we are brainwashed and shamed not to stick out
to the point of not being able to think outside of the box
when mob mentality singles out an odd one from the herd
the whole group lays into that one out of fear
and for popularities sake, the odd one is cursed at and beaten down
thinking I'm glad that wasn't me
they are warned with cruel chastisement not to shine
finally, setting aside their own morals and beliefs
for the want of...
#love
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IF I WROTE A BOOK
SUBJECT
There's no doubt the
subject would be
YOU.
The category would be erotica
(That is if YOU agree).
This means I have the
most amazing subject
in the whole world,
YOU.
My only challenge would
be in trying to decide
what I'd leave out...everything
about you from A to Z
is so wonderful, different,
and amazingly unique.
It won't take too much time
because my heart is overflowing
with wonderful truths and
experiences with amazing
YOU.
Possible chapters would be:
A chapter on...
There's no doubt the
subject would be
YOU.
The category would be erotica
(That is if YOU agree).
This means I have the
most amazing subject
in the whole world,
YOU.
My only challenge would
be in trying to decide
what I'd leave out...everything
about you from A to Z
is so wonderful, different,
and amazingly unique.
It won't take too much time
because my heart is overflowing
with wonderful truths and
experiences with amazing
YOU.
Possible chapters would be:
A chapter on...
#romantic
#motivational
#inspirational
#narrative
#confessional
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Fear Everything
I was taking a walk awhile ago and I wanted to tell you how sometimes I fear everything so you would have some company ...
#friendship
#support
#curse #fear
#curse #fear
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Anal Cabal
Prince Nala lie back
on an abaca hammock
enjoying fresh bacca
and masala under a gossamer
cabana aside the Ganges River—
natural light seeping
through its beautiful weave—
acacia-branched shadows
moving as smoke atop the fabric.
As servants tended blains
upon the soles of his feet,
he supped while contemplating
penning an alcaic verse
for his Princess Damayanti
( having been chosen
as her wedded husband
so many years ago...
on an abaca hammock
enjoying fresh bacca
and masala under a gossamer
cabana aside the Ganges River—
natural light seeping
through its beautiful weave—
acacia-branched shadows
moving as smoke atop the fabric.
As servants tended blains
upon the soles of his feet,
he supped while contemplating
penning an alcaic verse
for his Princess Damayanti
( having been chosen
as her wedded husband
so many years ago...
#love
#alcohol
#historical
#philosophical
#morality
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Bad Rooster
Cock-A-Doodle-Doo
Yes I still remember you
Every morning before the sun
I hope you're ready to run
Because your head is mine
No more annoying sunrise
I don't want to know the time
Please stop this hate crime
Deep inside you know you're wrong
Silence is where you don't belong
No more Cock-A-Doodle-Dooing song
Why not chill and smoke a bong?
Cock-A-Doodle-Doo
Yes I still remember you
Every morning before the sun
I hope you're ready to run
Yes I still remember you
Every morning before the sun
I hope you're ready to run
Because your head is mine
No more annoying sunrise
I don't want to know the time
Please stop this hate crime
Deep inside you know you're wrong
Silence is where you don't belong
No more Cock-A-Doodle-Dooing song
Why not chill and smoke a bong?
Cock-A-Doodle-Doo
Yes I still remember you
Every morning before the sun
I hope you're ready to run
#LifeStruggles
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letter to the universe’s absentee father
dear god
this is the closest I’ve come to prayer since the bottles stopped bringin me to my knees. I don’t believe in you…and you don’t believe in me. but sometimes I find myself callin out to that abandoned throne. my cries echoin back at me in the emptiness of your absence. I tried to believe but they lost me when they said we are made in your image. seems bit backwards. you are made in our image. twisted. broken. selfish. cruel.
we are lot alike. you and i. how else do you explain floods and rainbows. plagues and manna. the violent jealousies. the need to be...
this is the closest I’ve come to prayer since the bottles stopped bringin me to my knees. I don’t believe in you…and you don’t believe in me. but sometimes I find myself callin out to that abandoned throne. my cries echoin back at me in the emptiness of your absence. I tried to believe but they lost me when they said we are made in your image. seems bit backwards. you are made in our image. twisted. broken. selfish. cruel.
we are lot alike. you and i. how else do you explain floods and rainbows. plagues and manna. the violent jealousies. the need to be...
#addiction
#anger
#bipolar
#faith
#God
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Excogitations...
If the recent events in the middle east answer any lingering questions, such as what exactly does organized religion organize for, then now the answer is clear…they organize for violence.
There is no such thing as a Levantine religion of peace.
Subsequently to this we must wonder what it is about the Levantine oriented beliefs that so virulently promote violence, not only in the middle east, but worldwide.
And the answer to that is the enabling idea of an afterlife, and all the phantasmagorical promises that come with it. Once a rube is conditioned...
There is no such thing as a Levantine religion of peace.
Subsequently to this we must wonder what it is about the Levantine oriented beliefs that so virulently promote violence, not only in the middle east, but worldwide.
And the answer to that is the enabling idea of an afterlife, and all the phantasmagorical promises that come with it. Once a rube is conditioned...
#religion
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical #tradition
#philosophical #tradition
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The 'day before yesterday'
Wed, Jul 21
I normally hate decision making days.. When bad things are destined to happen..
On this date..
This death..
I'll remember till my last breathe..
It'll cost me 60 days to eat the dates by sunset..
Here I got subject with so many predicates
When did I write this?..
We only have 'today', 'tomorrow', and 'yesterday'..
But I have another day
So disturbed..
Consciously defaulted..
His name? I asked..
Who? They asked me in return..
The boy. He had a name..
I replied
...
I normally hate decision making days.. When bad things are destined to happen..
On this date..
This death..
I'll remember till my last breathe..
It'll cost me 60 days to eat the dates by sunset..
Here I got subject with so many predicates
When did I write this?..
We only have 'today', 'tomorrow', and 'yesterday'..
But I have another day
So disturbed..
Consciously defaulted..
His name? I asked..
Who? They asked me in return..
The boy. He had a name..
I replied
...
#anxiety
#regret
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#apathy
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Box Of Puppies
Good morning Del. How you doing lover?
It sucks that you have to work today. Yet it's cool, that you're working the holiday so that you have an extra day when you come visit again. Kinda like how I'm working tomorrow, whether I'm over this flu or not.
Isn't modern technology great? Our two video calls for celebrating New Year's last night. Once for my midnight and then for yours an hour later. We hung in there! I knew you had to work today. And yeah, my flu (a cold, covid, the lung plague, whatever it is) had me a little blah. Thank god for our resilience and humor! ...
It sucks that you have to work today. Yet it's cool, that you're working the holiday so that you have an extra day when you come visit again. Kinda like how I'm working tomorrow, whether I'm over this flu or not.
Isn't modern technology great? Our two video calls for celebrating New Year's last night. Once for my midnight and then for yours an hour later. We hung in there! I knew you had to work today. And yeah, my flu (a cold, covid, the lung plague, whatever it is) had me a little blah. Thank god for our resilience and humor! ...
#happiness
#gratitude
#emotions
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The Triangle Mountain
From our hotel balcony, my sister and I have a panoramic view of Sedona's towering red rock formations. One of the red rock faces appears as a simple plane figure, a triangle. It stands out to us because it's simple. The past decades have not been simple, for either of us.
In our otherworldly setting, we talk past and present, wisely leaving the future alone. We compare ravages of aging. "Look at my 90-year-old hands" says J. I laugh at the exaggeration. But even though she is only 15 months my elder, her hands look far older. Age spots, even a ropey vein or two. I try...
In our otherworldly setting, we talk past and present, wisely leaving the future alone. We compare ravages of aging. "Look at my 90-year-old hands" says J. I laugh at the exaggeration. But even though she is only 15 months my elder, her hands look far older. Age spots, even a ropey vein or two. I try...
#marriage
#sex
#sister
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