Long Non-Fiction Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
Never Wins, Never Loses
I've been battling with depression lately. I'm losing. I thought I was winning until someone told me, "Nothing bothers you"
That hurt. That hurt a lot. That's when I realized that there are four of me. The first two are defense mechanism and the other two are less defensive.
The first one is the public Spitz. The one that is never bothered. He is always joking, never to be fazed. He is always the first to make an inappropriate joke. One such joke is to walk up to a group of people, preferably one that has no recognizable faces, and claims he fucks sheep. When...
That hurt. That hurt a lot. That's when I realized that there are four of me. The first two are defense mechanism and the other two are less defensive.
The first one is the public Spitz. The one that is never bothered. He is always joking, never to be fazed. He is always the first to make an inappropriate joke. One such joke is to walk up to a group of people, preferably one that has no recognizable faces, and claims he fucks sheep. When...
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This is a book I've started..all comments welcome - editing grammar and spelling mistakes are still in.
this aint a story book and not even a book..its become a nice past time...a third and first person thing..to write sub and abjectively...or just do something..God ive not used my brain for ages..
any way...
the start i know ive knicked but i cant remember from whom..
The only advice I can give for what may be just a page or a book...this thing that you are reading, is to flick through to the pictures.
Life
Just typing this word has made my hands shake, my eyes have tears and I know if I don't control it I may just have my third...
any way...
the start i know ive knicked but i cant remember from whom..
The only advice I can give for what may be just a page or a book...this thing that you are reading, is to flick through to the pictures.
Life
Just typing this word has made my hands shake, my eyes have tears and I know if I don't control it I may just have my third...
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Excerpts from a Letter Pt. 2— Perspective vs. Perception
The perception of beauty! It is not a goal to acquire but rather a kind of excavation, is it not? Ah, but perspective is the key, isn’t it? Not perception alone. No. The proper perspective is the key to true perception of true beauty. How can we see fully and rightly if we do not see accurately, if our perspective is distorted? Additionally, how will we know whether we have perceived the greatest and most satisfying beauty unless we possess and perceive from the very highest, keenest, and most advantageous perspective? Of course, we cannot; it is impossible to know... unless... there is some...
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Excerpts from a Letter Pt. 1— Distinguish
It’s kind of funny... we always assumed we’d die young. I think perhaps we just hoped it so that we’d not be forced to continually confront our lack of understanding concerning our purpose, this lack which seemed like such a hopeless impediment. We hoped to die somehow poetically premature so as to secure some meaning in accordance with what was then (I speak of my own personal experience) our own rather egocentrically conceived artistic expressions. But as it is and contrarily, we are needed; we are needed alive by so many similarly hopeless souls and jointly by the One who desires us all so...
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in most gentle memory of Marina Tsvetaeva*
carry love on the frail ice surface- up in skies
sang saucy songs for those incomplete lovies wallowing on fatigue of your bones
bleed plain dedications to imaginative lover who would be able to love you like you used to love-to the limits..
even if urge to love to the limits is urge to death, as wisely coined one of the most odious man of all times and folks
you little dancer on the tightrope, lunatic of two dark moon, yer bits were not the fruits of your imagination, but glowing pulse self., pulse of yer...
sang saucy songs for those incomplete lovies wallowing on fatigue of your bones
bleed plain dedications to imaginative lover who would be able to love you like you used to love-to the limits..
even if urge to love to the limits is urge to death, as wisely coined one of the most odious man of all times and folks
you little dancer on the tightrope, lunatic of two dark moon, yer bits were not the fruits of your imagination, but glowing pulse self., pulse of yer...
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Freewriting- warm up for Compo Test
I like to do this...thing. Before composition tests (every Tuesday), I'd freewrite. This was a (surprisingly coherent) page of my Exercise Book from this week. It's a really noncommittal thing, but I like it. Thoughts?
I want to write a story.
I want to write a story I can drown in. I want it to be an ocean. I want it to be endless and unexpected, no matter how much of it one's explored. I want it to be deceptively deep. I want it to be profound, bottomless, in the sense that perhaps one needn't see the end--on just needs to know that it's there, somewhere, always a breath a way;...
I want to write a story.
I want to write a story I can drown in. I want it to be an ocean. I want it to be endless and unexpected, no matter how much of it one's explored. I want it to be deceptively deep. I want it to be profound, bottomless, in the sense that perhaps one needn't see the end--on just needs to know that it's there, somewhere, always a breath a way;...
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On Suicide And Robin Williams(TRIGGER WARNING)
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Playwrite To my crush: Love a beautiful surprise
What a beautiful surprise when Love is back by your side!
What does love "look" like? The first person you see in the morning, is actually the only one you want to see the rest of your life and then forever beyond that. Side by side sharing confined spaces, shifting past one another, but you don't mind the others touch. Being tired after a long day working, but clapping when your mate walks in, you know this makes him feel good, yes he is KING! And you are sincere, because that is really the way I see him. I make a mistake, but you don't yell at me, if you do it's...
What does love "look" like? The first person you see in the morning, is actually the only one you want to see the rest of your life and then forever beyond that. Side by side sharing confined spaces, shifting past one another, but you don't mind the others touch. Being tired after a long day working, but clapping when your mate walks in, you know this makes him feel good, yes he is KING! And you are sincere, because that is really the way I see him. I make a mistake, but you don't yell at me, if you do it's...
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You're all beautiful ()
Looking in the mirror I see someone who doesn’t categorise as ‘perfect’. Thoughts race constantly through my mind filling my head with hateful and conscious thoughts.
My hair is a mess, my body screams the opposite of thin, and my face? HA, don’t get me started,
My physical faults go hand in hand with the thoughts that lie hidden within my mind and the quiet scares me because it screams the truth.
But… you could call these thoughts delusional.
What would I be if I became the perception of ‘perfect’? How about if everyone let these thoughts consume them and they willingly...
My hair is a mess, my body screams the opposite of thin, and my face? HA, don’t get me started,
My physical faults go hand in hand with the thoughts that lie hidden within my mind and the quiet scares me because it screams the truth.
But… you could call these thoughts delusional.
What would I be if I became the perception of ‘perfect’? How about if everyone let these thoughts consume them and they willingly...
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Devil don't come cause I won't go (white noise)
The laws of Physics do allow for a fire in hell - exclusionary rules apply. Be aware of what actually constitutes a flame; learn and be free. Pay attention to who is oppressing you in speaking out. “Ideas of evolutionary change can be traced back to ancient Greek philosophers, and it persisted in the minds of scientist until it was documented by Darwin's passion. It still persists today, and between all these evolutionary ideas that are brought to light through known chemistry, laws of physics, and geology and so on and so forth - it can certainly be well enough explained. People suffer...
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letter, which isnt echo from c**t but one fairly little outbreack of 'emotional illiteracy'
you, 'missus' are a big fake. i wrote you in 2009 even not because of abysses of propaganda and pornography on both sides of my narrow road, but because i had fragile hope you would unite me with my beloved...
but you even didnt learn to ask uninvited sojouner: "how can i help you?"
where then your unknown and unwanted dada-man, let me kiss his nose, with Nada and othere whores..if you disliked i wanted lick your teeth after reading your newest story..if of such 'illiteracy of emotions' you feel dizzy to vomiting!
i say you where is him, you dont have...
but you even didnt learn to ask uninvited sojouner: "how can i help you?"
where then your unknown and unwanted dada-man, let me kiss his nose, with Nada and othere whores..if you disliked i wanted lick your teeth after reading your newest story..if of such 'illiteracy of emotions' you feel dizzy to vomiting!
i say you where is him, you dont have...
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Our Fallacy of Life
We are a species that have lost touch to our basic roots and reverted to the ways of hate, ignorance, and intolerance against any species including our own. We rape, pillage, and destroy the planet for "resources" that cannot be made at will or even be manipulated for the betterment of not only ourselves but the planet as a whole. Instead we stick ourselves in a cage called society and allow ourselves to be dictated by others while falling into a cycle of self-pity and blame everyone else for our troubles. We imprison other species and destroy their habit in the name of progress but...
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DU Poetry : Long Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters