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ThisFeeling
"That Feeling"
I thought we'd last forever
But it just wasn't so
Im heart broken
No words can express my feelings
My heart feels as if a dark-hole lies there
My body is numb
The love that was once their was so quickly taken
I feel like im drifting
Drifting to a world of nothing
You were my light
That light is gone
Im hollow
My body still in shock
This feeling it hurts
Its hurts so much
Why did I let you into my heart
Just to have it crushed
The love i had for you will always linger
But I will always...
I thought we'd last forever
But it just wasn't so
Im heart broken
No words can express my feelings
My heart feels as if a dark-hole lies there
My body is numb
The love that was once their was so quickly taken
I feel like im drifting
Drifting to a world of nothing
You were my light
That light is gone
Im hollow
My body still in shock
This feeling it hurts
Its hurts so much
Why did I let you into my heart
Just to have it crushed
The love i had for you will always linger
But I will always...
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Among Others
Without story my callings command forth written " -
Reminder,
Bury this commercialized conception.
Be your bonafide self among everyone and thing.
Without critique and expectation,
Let the nature flow,
Don't be this or that,
me be me and you be you.
Let things speak about themself.
Be steady, forceless.
Natural, objectiveless. " - AtR
Reminder,
Bury this commercialized conception.
Be your bonafide self among everyone and thing.
Without critique and expectation,
Let the nature flow,
Don't be this or that,
me be me and you be you.
Let things speak about themself.
Be steady, forceless.
Natural, objectiveless. " - AtR
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I'm not judgmental but I constantly evaluate people. It hurts when they fail my evaluation test.
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the summer
Summer was long and it breathed me in and out with passion and injustice, the days stretched out into nights which turned into mornings that became legendary stories I’ll someday tell my colleagues with a grin and remember the nights we danced among the filth of life, the kisses of destiny and the licks of the impossible that became possible. Our hopes and our actual path differ greatly. The wind tossed my hair, the sun beat down on my skin and the sand ate away at the scum stuck to the bottom of my feet. Were you my sun or were you the concealing clouds on a downcast day? My lips remain soft...
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Memories
So many memories, such a big past. Where does it all begin; where does it end and where does it all collide?
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Pity
I pity the literate, grown up, adult-to-be boys studying in academic institutions and adopting the ways of the world of men by learning and experimenting modes of harassment and crossing THAT line for FUN upon the basic source of knowledge and learning, inhabiting a feminine body in a workplace of education!
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July 5th 2014
Cerberus loves to run, Cerberus being the Husky pup I recently got. He wore me out, today. He met the girlfriend. He likes her. He likes anyone, actually. But he doesn't like people with a lot of hair gel. Must smell funny to him. He didn't mind the fireworks yesterday. I'm baffled.
I am to meet my girlfriend's sister tomorrow, and I might know her. I might have dated her when I was in high school. I didn't make the connection until she told me her sister's full name. That's when I noticed they shared a last name. Fuck. We left on good terms, but it may be a little awkward. We were...
I am to meet my girlfriend's sister tomorrow, and I might know her. I might have dated her when I was in high school. I didn't make the connection until she told me her sister's full name. That's when I noticed they shared a last name. Fuck. We left on good terms, but it may be a little awkward. We were...
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Speak for yourself.
A clue about me.. My persistence shows in forms, one which manifests retaliation. You can use this against me in a sense of distraction.. Simply feed my attention irrelevance. Thus, metaphorically, I'll butcher the mind poison and cast my carnage in contesting comments and statements. Ebb and Flow of rotten energy, don't feed me, Let me be myself.. - AtR
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June 21st 2014
Writing this one a little sooner than I thought, but there was a five day gap so, yeah.
The suburbs were nice, we just hung out mainly. Played some basketball, ultimate, biked around, found a tons of cheap restaurants. It was quiet and peaceful. I was actually able to sleep those four or five days I was there. I'm back at my place now, and was greeted with cat urine all over my room. I was and still am mad as all hell. I swear I closed my door. Fucking roommates with their fucking cats.
So my sister, after two years, finally decided to send me a message through Facebook....
The suburbs were nice, we just hung out mainly. Played some basketball, ultimate, biked around, found a tons of cheap restaurants. It was quiet and peaceful. I was actually able to sleep those four or five days I was there. I'm back at my place now, and was greeted with cat urine all over my room. I was and still am mad as all hell. I swear I closed my door. Fucking roommates with their fucking cats.
So my sister, after two years, finally decided to send me a message through Facebook....
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Two strands of hairs
http://krishnashivkumaryadav.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/two-strands-of-hairs/?preview=true&preview_id=75&preview_nonce=46002a03be&post_format=standard
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frames
plastiglass covering white card, varying sizes of goldenrectangular frames arranged fractally in aesthetic disorder undetatchable from one another;
a fun friendly configuration where corners elbow each other not minding the intrusion, shadows are cast laughingshadows and there is no protest or complaint;
not one tries to wriggle free or disconnect; not one; not one of seven;
a fun friendly configuration where corners elbow each other not minding the intrusion, shadows are cast laughingshadows and there is no protest or complaint;
not one tries to wriggle free or disconnect; not one; not one of seven;
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Waiting for Sunset (15, on second thought...)
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. It took a few days before I started feeling better again. He always greets me in the morning and helps me sleep at night. I like the seclusion. I get ignored sometimes. I felt too exhausted. Maybe I can start traveling again too.
We have an unusual relationship. My little nephew says I have Justin Bieber hair. My mom gave me some night cream. I became angry and destructive. My breasts don't hurt as much anymore. I have a voracious appetite. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. He's jealous of my stuffed dog Edward....
We have an unusual relationship. My little nephew says I have Justin Bieber hair. My mom gave me some night cream. I became angry and destructive. My breasts don't hurt as much anymore. I have a voracious appetite. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. He's jealous of my stuffed dog Edward....
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DU Poetry : Least Read Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters