Non-Fiction Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
31st Mar 2024 7:33pm
31st Mar 2024 7:33pm
Being
I am the biggest loser in the city
My parents reserved exclusively that fate for me.
Humans are afraid of death
But never think of the scariest place of all
Shame from another fellow being
When you are just being.
My parents reserved exclusively that fate for me.
Humans are afraid of death
But never think of the scariest place of all
Shame from another fellow being
When you are just being.
#consumerism
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
31st Mar 2024 3:03pm
31st Mar 2024 3:03pm
My God
I write openly that I do not like God
He just knows how to piss you off
Every day
I have even written a complaint letter
That of course he just doesn't read
But yeah there is something he has made justice
He throws beauty everywhere
And you just can not catch it.
He just knows how to piss you off
Every day
I have even written a complaint letter
That of course he just doesn't read
But yeah there is something he has made justice
He throws beauty everywhere
And you just can not catch it.
#confessional
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 10:45pm
30th Mar 2024 10:45pm
William S. Burroughs
Mr. Burroughs was possessed by genius
founding member of the Beat Generation
1st novel was Junkie
hipster subculture sweeping the nation
After WWII morphine was his choice drug
Greenwich Village heroin was sold
became an addict for the rest of his life
shooting up till he was 83 years old
In 1951 drunk in Mexico City
time for the "William Tell Act"
highball glass on his wife's head
gun shot murder, that's a fact
Naked Lunch was his biggest seller
a series of loosely connected vignettes
highly...
founding member of the Beat Generation
1st novel was Junkie
hipster subculture sweeping the nation
After WWII morphine was his choice drug
Greenwich Village heroin was sold
became an addict for the rest of his life
shooting up till he was 83 years old
In 1951 drunk in Mexico City
time for the "William Tell Act"
highball glass on his wife's head
gun shot murder, that's a fact
Naked Lunch was his biggest seller
a series of loosely connected vignettes
highly...
#rhyming
#PopCulture
#nonfiction
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8 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 7:20pm
30th Mar 2024 7:20pm
A psycho
Since I got fed up with being fired all the time
I said to myself
Here it is I will find a rich guy
He will always bring a fish in my mouth
And I would be a content bird
Birds do it all the the time
But then a tricky thought in my head
That just knows to make its way in my head
Wait, take it easy
I got you girl
Here it is you will just find a psycho
And bum
Right there
A psycho
Standing there all his way in front of me
He ruined my plans
No remorse I said
Birds do it all the the time
Some relief...
I said to myself
Here it is I will find a rich guy
He will always bring a fish in my mouth
And I would be a content bird
Birds do it all the the time
But then a tricky thought in my head
That just knows to make its way in my head
Wait, take it easy
I got you girl
Here it is you will just find a psycho
And bum
Right there
A psycho
Standing there all his way in front of me
He ruined my plans
No remorse I said
Birds do it all the the time
Some relief...
#confessional
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2 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 2:20pm
30th Mar 2024 2:20pm
I like him
I call Darsi
But he doesn't answer
I'd like to tell him I like the tip of his fluffy dick in my mouth
I thought about it all day today
But he just doesn't answer
Yeah
But he doesn't answer
I'd like to tell him I like the tip of his fluffy dick in my mouth
I thought about it all day today
But he just doesn't answer
Yeah
#confessional
82 reads
2 Comments
deadwolf
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 10:45am
30th Mar 2024 10:45am
Frozen in my cocoon
Late days sky,
Cloudy, and peering through the leaves
Winds, strong, but welcome from the Arizona heat
Wind through the Palo Verdes makes a wall of sounds
Crickets singing,
joining in harmonic convergence in my Desert, that is silently loud
Loneliness pulled from the air, a forever sound never heard
The three snowflakes and a winter leave,
They are wonderful, forming out of nowhere
Cool night blowing,
Sounds of Tucsonan stirrings
Coyote howls, Javelina grunting, picking up olives and fruits
a bat flies low, the sound of wings...
Cloudy, and peering through the leaves
Winds, strong, but welcome from the Arizona heat
Wind through the Palo Verdes makes a wall of sounds
Crickets singing,
joining in harmonic convergence in my Desert, that is silently loud
Loneliness pulled from the air, a forever sound never heard
The three snowflakes and a winter leave,
They are wonderful, forming out of nowhere
Cool night blowing,
Sounds of Tucsonan stirrings
Coyote howls, Javelina grunting, picking up olives and fruits
a bat flies low, the sound of wings...
#winter
#spring
#narrative
#nostalgia
#dawn
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
29th Mar 2024 10:29pm
29th Mar 2024 10:29pm
Albatross
Today I am an albatross that has flown on the ocean for the rest of its life
I have gone sour
I do not know how to walk on earth
I have no legs any more.
I have gone sour
I do not know how to walk on earth
I have no legs any more.
#confessional
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
29th Mar 2024 7:35pm
29th Mar 2024 7:35pm
Sunday
It is a crisp day today
And I got my thoughts
Old enough
Like stagnant clothes
Here is a jacket
Torn
That I yet do not throw
I do not know what to do with them
Yet the give me something to do
In this crisp day
Without sun
And I got my thoughts
Old enough
Like stagnant clothes
Here is a jacket
Torn
That I yet do not throw
I do not know what to do with them
Yet the give me something to do
In this crisp day
Without sun
#confessional
68 reads
9 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Mar 2024 7:23pm
29th Mar 2024 7:23pm
Chocolate Bunnies
To me Easter is very similar to Thanksgiving. Lots of amazing food, desserts and family who I enjoy to be around. I am NOT a religious person at all. My immediate family aren't either. Just like Xmas, there is no true celebration in the deep meaning of what these holidays are about. It's more of a food orgy and welcoming family I don't see to often.
When I was a little kid, the house was decorated with plastic eggs, Easter bunnies, ornate, colorful, flowery decor's (purples, light greens, pink) for spring and other nick-knacks. My mother would try & encourage my...
When I was a little kid, the house was decorated with plastic eggs, Easter bunnies, ornate, colorful, flowery decor's (purples, light greens, pink) for spring and other nick-knacks. My mother would try & encourage my...
#family
#Easter
#food
#memories
#nostalgia
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
27th Mar 2024 6:27pm
27th Mar 2024 6:27pm
He
He was so handsome
And I felt powerless
Like he had taken out barriers from me
A fibrilation in my heart
He could ask anything from me
Anything.
And I felt powerless
Like he had taken out barriers from me
A fibrilation in my heart
He could ask anything from me
Anything.
#confessional
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PencilScribbles
Scribbles
Scribbles
Poem Published
26th Mar 2024 6:47pm
26th Mar 2024 6:47pm
Starting Point
I was basically mute for the first year of school.
I still remember the look on my teacher's face when I said the ONLY thing I ever said to her.
I said her name, "Mrs. Lyte", her face lit up because she was excited, but I got scared and went back to not talking.
I was an obedient and scared child.
I was terrified to get answers wrong because I wanted teachers to like me.
I was terrified if they were ever mad, even if not at me.
My mom and her boyfriend kept us (my brother and me) locked in our small room until I was...
I still remember the look on my teacher's face when I said the ONLY thing I ever said to her.
I said her name, "Mrs. Lyte", her face lit up because she was excited, but I got scared and went back to not talking.
I was an obedient and scared child.
I was terrified to get answers wrong because I wanted teachers to like me.
I was terrified if they were ever mad, even if not at me.
My mom and her boyfriend kept us (my brother and me) locked in our small room until I was...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
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tomyaccusers
Poem Published
26th Mar 2024 10:19am
26th Mar 2024 10:19am
NHS
She drinks from waterspouts”
Direct quote from NHS.
"A waterspout is an intense columnar vortex (usually appearing as a funnel-shaped cloud) that occurs over a body of water.[1] Some are connected to a cumulus congestus cloud, some to a cumuliform cloud and some to a cumulonimbus cloud.[2] In the common form, a waterspout is a non-super cell tornado over water having a five-part life cycle: formation of a dark spot on the water surface; spiral pattern on the water surface; formation of a spray ring; development of a visible condensation funnel; and ultimately,...
Direct quote from NHS.
"A waterspout is an intense columnar vortex (usually appearing as a funnel-shaped cloud) that occurs over a body of water.[1] Some are connected to a cumulus congestus cloud, some to a cumuliform cloud and some to a cumulonimbus cloud.[2] In the common form, a waterspout is a non-super cell tornado over water having a five-part life cycle: formation of a dark spot on the water surface; spiral pattern on the water surface; formation of a spray ring; development of a visible condensation funnel; and ultimately,...
#water
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DU Poetry : Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters (Page 4)
