Non-Fiction Prose by Top Critiquers

Note: Meddy, Crimmy, BlueOrch, Angel, you can't read this because it contains extreme silliness, and stupidity, and I don't want you to think I'm a dork.

Hey, other fellow DUPs!
I can't believe this, but I got a call from Rick Moranis yesterday, and he's commissioned me to write the 19th installment of the 'Honey, I Shrunk the...' series! Can you believe it? Apparently he was reading some of my poetry on here, and he said to his Key Grip: 'man! I wish I had that shrink ray so I could shrink this damn poetry down so it's not visible to the naked eye!' The Key Grip...

Don't need to see all thier
Eyes looking at you
Looking at me
Looking at them
Looking back at you
Looking at them
Looking at us

Just to pick up my phone
Read it about it here
And then the feeling of betrayel and hate start to churn

And then walk away realizing nothing is sacred
Instead I lay here and sleep
Because when I show
My mind is clear and not jaded

I can feel a force in Surround of my plain,,,,
Unknown is this entity yet strong is its Aura.
Unknown is its goal.
Unknowing is its true power.
Tis strange n daunting,
A wide eyed shadow within my own follow.
Long has it been in the slip stream of the breeze on my back.
Acceptance is now clear,
Although the unknown is a fear,
Tis faith within my moral compass and a belief around my purpose.
To Acknowledge this presence while being honest to my host...