Non-Fiction Prose by Top Critiquers

Calling me after ur audition

You got in

I was happy for you

But said I didn't listen

Another time you called

Wanting to quit everything

Every fuckt up thing

I had to say

To force myself to let go

You were to talented to stay

I never thought I'd say this

But I need you right now

And your somewhere living your

Life to far away

Exercising my right
To feign
Like a woman
Also
Made me
Good for
Getting
My ass
Kicked
All round
That
Studio
Professionalism
Wasn’t
Having
No mercy
On me
Because of
My size
Either
Like a
Lightning
Fast stroke
Of my Mother
Before my eyes
White hands
Imitated
That belt choke
One hard time
(Not a word between her and I)
Weakening
Eyes
Didn’t phase
Any body part
That carried the
Dance
Combinations
In your smirk ...

I've locked you inside,
I've chained you to the foot of my bed
To stop you from leaving.
I tore apart my shirt,
And turned it into a tourniquet.
To stop the bleeding.
But there's nothing I can do to make you love me.
It seems the more I try,
A thousand attempts,
The more I push.
Drifts you further away from me.
Sometimes I think I'm trying a bit too hard,
At times it all feels like I'm not doing enough.
Believe me if I could,
I'd stop these thoughts of you.
I'd burn down every bit of feeling I cultivate towards you. ...

It feels like an Infinity,
War has waged, raged
onward inside my innards...

the impatience is killin'
me faster than 'Quick-Sliver'
-Bullets along the terrain of my
over clustered brain...

it's insane
how one man has birthed
so much realism
in this unreal world...

I always
Marvel at...
how those thousand n' one stories
have won over generations of fans...

Stan, that Man- Lee
holds a truly powerful level
of admiration n' respect, that for me
rivals those 'Real Novel ...