Non-Fiction Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
Little Boxes, Built Just The Same!
sadly, as the world population increases, these kind of buildings may become more common (link below), as people move away from rural areas, in search of work, as those rural areas are then used for more food production, to feed the increasing populace. nothing new in this, other than the dramatic increase. it has also been suggested, that some of the reason for the pandemic, was that animals now live a more stressed existence, due to loss of natural habitats, which has altered their natural biology, and resulted in a change of their urine, where it may of become more likely to lead to...
#LifeStruggles
#fate
#humankind
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Absence
Absence....
Makes the heart grow fonder.
Or so i heard.
And it has been awhile since i seen you.
But trust that i have thought of you every single day.
.....and wondered what your doing....
....and how have you been?
Do you ever think of me?
It was strange how you came into my life at a time
when i had prayed for so hard for someone.. {like you!}.
....and how crazy was it that just for a moment, you filled up
my emptiness and became EVERYTHING i had wanted,
......needed, and longed for!
JUST FOR A MOMENT! ...
Makes the heart grow fonder.
Or so i heard.
And it has been awhile since i seen you.
But trust that i have thought of you every single day.
.....and wondered what your doing....
....and how have you been?
Do you ever think of me?
It was strange how you came into my life at a time
when i had prayed for so hard for someone.. {like you!}.
....and how crazy was it that just for a moment, you filled up
my emptiness and became EVERYTHING i had wanted,
......needed, and longed for!
JUST FOR A MOMENT! ...
#love
#hope
#TimeHeals
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just sayin
my hatred of feeling
is deeply held
into the ground so it seems
emotion can build
seemingly illogical structures
but depending on where you’re standing
everything can be logical
though not every day
and not today
if saturation can dictate variances in normalcy
then regardless of how deep i’m in it
i should be normal for that depth
but it’s not normal
it’s not normal to feel this kind of nothing
and that that doesn’t feel...often feels severe
so is deeply held...
is deeply held
into the ground so it seems
emotion can build
seemingly illogical structures
but depending on where you’re standing
everything can be logical
though not every day
and not today
if saturation can dictate variances in normalcy
then regardless of how deep i’m in it
i should be normal for that depth
but it’s not normal
it’s not normal to feel this kind of nothing
and that that doesn’t feel...often feels severe
so is deeply held...
#depression
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Insomnia
#insomnia
#disappointment
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I’m back.
I’ve been away for far too long. I apologize to anyone who looked forward to seeing anything new from me. I have a lot to make up for. Forgive me?
#myself
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Stardust Horror
Stardust Horror
Forty one years ago
On lovers day
A day of fire and calamity
Eight hundred and forty one youths
Enjoying the thrill of the chase
And the embrace of a lover
It wasn't the heat of passion
Or that spark
When two souls recognise each other.
It wasn't the flame of new love
No, nor was it the heat of cupids arrow.
It wasn't Whitney's "power of love" or"running up that hill"
That brought the house down
In a flaming inferno that burned Forty eight alive, injured two hundred and fourteen others
And...
Forty one years ago
On lovers day
A day of fire and calamity
Eight hundred and forty one youths
Enjoying the thrill of the chase
And the embrace of a lover
It wasn't the heat of passion
Or that spark
When two souls recognise each other.
It wasn't the flame of new love
No, nor was it the heat of cupids arrow.
It wasn't Whitney's "power of love" or"running up that hill"
That brought the house down
In a flaming inferno that burned Forty eight alive, injured two hundred and fourteen others
And...
#anger
#heartbroken
#death
#suicide
#suffering
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Ancient Celtic Monuments
Standing on this ancient mound
Shrouded in mist
Twelve foot tall stones
Creating a circular mystique
Stories of a long forgotten culture
Bringing together fables and myth
Stone inscriptions indiscernable
Symbols hiding their lost meaning
The Triskelion represents strength and progress
Over five thousand years old now
Other ancient druid carvings
Marking these monuments
As their offerings to the gods
That once roamed these celtic lands
Long before that Bethlehem child
And his twelve henchmen
Ever walked...
Shrouded in mist
Twelve foot tall stones
Creating a circular mystique
Stories of a long forgotten culture
Bringing together fables and myth
Stone inscriptions indiscernable
Symbols hiding their lost meaning
The Triskelion represents strength and progress
Over five thousand years old now
Other ancient druid carvings
Marking these monuments
As their offerings to the gods
That once roamed these celtic lands
Long before that Bethlehem child
And his twelve henchmen
Ever walked...
#inspirational
#home
#evolution
#culture
#tradition
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The Death of Love.
Not a Poem
My husband, that very same asshole who has been a part
of my life for forty-four years
is dying
I have struggled to get away
from him.
I have run away from him
I have vowed to never see him again no matter what
until I get the next phone call informing me of another hospitilazation
This time. he made a frantic
call to me while I was in
California four hours away .
He was lost, out walking
in the desert at 11:00 pm
he did not know where he was
and was crying
He is 68 years old and was recently...
My husband, that very same asshole who has been a part
of my life for forty-four years
is dying
I have struggled to get away
from him.
I have run away from him
I have vowed to never see him again no matter what
until I get the next phone call informing me of another hospitilazation
This time. he made a frantic
call to me while I was in
California four hours away .
He was lost, out walking
in the desert at 11:00 pm
he did not know where he was
and was crying
He is 68 years old and was recently...
#love
#death
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I swear
U could hear me
Speaking in mind
Or was it you just speaking
To me?
Something strange just happened 😃
Speaking in mind
Or was it you just speaking
To me?
Something strange just happened 😃
#emotions
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Wisdom of the oracle 2
BUILDING BLOCKS
UNFINISHED SYMPHONY
YANG
CO-CREATE
UNFINISHED SYMPHONY
YANG
CO-CREATE
#spiritual
#magic
#luck
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Wisdom of the oracle
CLEAN IT UP
UNFINISHED SYMPHONY
HIGHER POWER
ALL THAT GLITTERS
UNFINISHED SYMPHONY
HIGHER POWER
ALL THAT GLITTERS
#universe
#stars
#shadows #religion
#shadows #religion
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Like knocking
Awakening from a dream shrouded in the mystery of a breathless uncertainty, between dusk and a midnight song. Lifting the veil of silence over distant horizons without hearing the tones of angels on the serendipitous highway of wishes. As strings caress the soft wings of sleep on chance, with love's sweet memories. With sounds like knocking.
#philosophical
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