Prose Poetry
#prose
Prose poetry, here you'll find poems without any metrical, or rhyming structure. Poems written or spoken in language in its ordinary form.
Dissassociation
To crawl into the rabbit hole, and wither away with wonder.
Pulling me under and in, internal inquisition.
Like curling up without a blanket.
Breathing isn't the same.
What should be common sense, I now question.
I find myself sucking all the air I allow myself.
Hypothesized, ionic, blue, electrical current.
Hypnotic engagement, layers.
Down, swirling, spinning, perception, imagination, all flowing.
I try to stop the gravity of flooding awe, but the unraveling mystery alternates my senses.
It seems as though synesthesia, the...
Pulling me under and in, internal inquisition.
Like curling up without a blanket.
Breathing isn't the same.
What should be common sense, I now question.
I find myself sucking all the air I allow myself.
Hypothesized, ionic, blue, electrical current.
Hypnotic engagement, layers.
Down, swirling, spinning, perception, imagination, all flowing.
I try to stop the gravity of flooding awe, but the unraveling mystery alternates my senses.
It seems as though synesthesia, the...
#prose
#myself
#SelfReflection
#mystery
#FeelingLost
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The Fallen Fallacy of Politics
They're dancing around the fire for rain. For a moment, bright bursts of flames, fractalizing into the sky. Awe and wonder. Brief, but captivating, an exit of light. A celebration of the pointing finger. Number one. To burn the seasoned growth of life. The crops, cracked, and dry. As night leaves ashes, an aching ground. Twisted, warped aesthetics are a gross enamor. Revelry, taking for granted the precious gift and balance of what is given.
A poison warning - skull and bones. Do not imbibe the potion of the night. Peering in the crystal ball, everyone sees lightning....
A poison warning - skull and bones. Do not imbibe the potion of the night. Peering in the crystal ball, everyone sees lightning....
#spiritual
#prose
#humankind
#metaphor
#morality
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To be continued

#prose
#lover
#sensual
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Addictive Explanations
Hello.
My name is B and I am an addict.
When I was a boy reading was punishment. Worse than getting called in before dark, worse than baths, worse even than bedtime prayers. I despised it, hated it.
Until one day while in detention a wise librarian placed a book on my desk, then under her breath, said, “I think you might like this”, and walked away.
Well who the heck is she? There’s no way! No way am I going to read a book. Especially a library book with small print and no pictures!
I did my best to ignore it, but the cover intrigued me...
My name is B and I am an addict.
When I was a boy reading was punishment. Worse than getting called in before dark, worse than baths, worse even than bedtime prayers. I despised it, hated it.
Until one day while in detention a wise librarian placed a book on my desk, then under her breath, said, “I think you might like this”, and walked away.
Well who the heck is she? There’s no way! No way am I going to read a book. Especially a library book with small print and no pictures!
I did my best to ignore it, but the cover intrigued me...
#prose
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
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Nag
a horror short
To a low-ceilinged building just outside the settlement, a couple were transported by the elders. ‘It won’t do a thing!’ the man insisted, ‘I’ll still want my freedom from her!’
‘And I’ll be glad to give it him!’ the woman countered. They both wore simple country dress and were shackled by the wrists. They headed a procession that included a small team of jailers, the village priest, a few monks, and assorted onlookers. Their children hadn’t deigned to bear witness.
They were locked in the rough-hewn shed, which had but one single bed, one...
To a low-ceilinged building just outside the settlement, a couple were transported by the elders. ‘It won’t do a thing!’ the man insisted, ‘I’ll still want my freedom from her!’
‘And I’ll be glad to give it him!’ the woman countered. They both wore simple country dress and were shackled by the wrists. They headed a procession that included a small team of jailers, the village priest, a few monks, and assorted onlookers. Their children hadn’t deigned to bear witness.
They were locked in the rough-hewn shed, which had but one single bed, one...
#ShortStory
#prose
#historical #horror
#historical #horror
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Fashionista
a horror short
‘The Master won’t be pleased’ said the Mademoiselle, a tall and sinewy woman. She was turning a girl’s head this way and that, as if it had been removed from her body. ‘The little chicken has been at the trough.’ She used this analogy flatly, without even cruel humour.
The girl was too exhausted to have much of a reaction, though she intuited that one was expected of her and so used her drama school skills to extrude a few tears. All she thought was how silly she’d been to finish that chicken sandwich. Oh, well, soon she’d have a shot at being the next...
‘The Master won’t be pleased’ said the Mademoiselle, a tall and sinewy woman. She was turning a girl’s head this way and that, as if it had been removed from her body. ‘The little chicken has been at the trough.’ She used this analogy flatly, without even cruel humour.
The girl was too exhausted to have much of a reaction, though she intuited that one was expected of her and so used her drama school skills to extrude a few tears. All she thought was how silly she’d been to finish that chicken sandwich. Oh, well, soon she’d have a shot at being the next...
#violence
#ShortStory
#prose #horror
#prose #horror
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A Nice Surprise
a crime short
Michael worked for a government department. He liked to joke that telling you what he did wouldn’t mean that he’d have to kill you, but he would have to file a report on your unfortunate mishap in the shower that morning.
He sat at his colleague Joseph’s desk, past midnight and alone in the glass-and-steel skyscraper, finishing reports that Joseph had had to delegate when emergency called him abroad.
He heard a movement from somewhere on the same floor. Ever the paranoiac, an image crossed Michael’s mind of Joseph setting him up, luring him here…...
Michael worked for a government department. He liked to joke that telling you what he did wouldn’t mean that he’d have to kill you, but he would have to file a report on your unfortunate mishap in the shower that morning.
He sat at his colleague Joseph’s desk, past midnight and alone in the glass-and-steel skyscraper, finishing reports that Joseph had had to delegate when emergency called him abroad.
He heard a movement from somewhere on the same floor. Ever the paranoiac, an image crossed Michael’s mind of Joseph setting him up, luring him here…...
#violence
#narrative
#ShortStory #prose
#ShortStory #prose
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New Venusport: 2400 AD
These things are not literal, they are Spiritual. The literality of Spirituality exists only within the individual's heart and self-mind-eye.
Tig Vesicle ab Godena Pierpoint Nai Tankat Hrsha Yereh Neyru. Let's see if you're a good person. We do not have a lot of money because of the huge amount of money that we have left at the high point. Father Prince saw 700 people, Nai Bank District, Nab County, Sewing, Cheap Chain Chopshop Franchising, the time has passed and it has been filled with the famous monuments. Here, if you don't tell Vesicle, you'll be fine....
Tig Vesicle ab Godena Pierpoint Nai Tankat Hrsha Yereh Neyru. Let's see if you're a good person. We do not have a lot of money because of the huge amount of money that we have left at the high point. Father Prince saw 700 people, Nai Bank District, Nab County, Sewing, Cheap Chain Chopshop Franchising, the time has passed and it has been filled with the famous monuments. Here, if you don't tell Vesicle, you'll be fine....
#spiritual
#prose
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I called her post
These things are not literal, they are Spiritual. Spiritual is neither literal nor the opposite of literal. Spiritual just is.
In the last few years, we have looked at the seven detailed scientific investigations of the plasma akaidu system. For this reason: Chhattisgarh has a history of Shabai Luti Kab Zelewa.
Nsa Mkhnyat night land father many years like Chicago (M-k-ideal simply distrust two million years ago +. height night horn desert - horn kabila, forty thousand jump agri.
Fluat Yom. ...
In the last few years, we have looked at the seven detailed scientific investigations of the plasma akaidu system. For this reason: Chhattisgarh has a history of Shabai Luti Kab Zelewa.
Nsa Mkhnyat night land father many years like Chicago (M-k-ideal simply distrust two million years ago +. height night horn desert - horn kabila, forty thousand jump agri.
Fluat Yom. ...
#spiritual
#prose
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Contrast of Community
The Dark Community:
Divisive derision assumes supremacy,
as a naysayer finger pointer laughs at calamity,
a narcissistic charlatan has an opinion,
a doubter dismisses,
a greasy weasel betrays,
an infamous antagonist exposes a secret,
an evil liar crafts deception,
all while an autonomous anonymity baits them into reaction.
The Light Community:
Lucid exhibition shares an idea,
as potential innocence listens,
innovative inspiration interprets,
visual imagination pictures,
definitive...
Divisive derision assumes supremacy,
as a naysayer finger pointer laughs at calamity,
a narcissistic charlatan has an opinion,
a doubter dismisses,
a greasy weasel betrays,
an infamous antagonist exposes a secret,
an evil liar crafts deception,
all while an autonomous anonymity baits them into reaction.
The Light Community:
Lucid exhibition shares an idea,
as potential innocence listens,
innovative inspiration interprets,
visual imagination pictures,
definitive...
#spiritual
#prose
#humankind
#philosophical
#morality
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Intense Wonder
Flowing current of the mind.
Unraveling, meandering course.
Experience with choice, taking shape.
Consequence, unseen, unfolding.
Future tense, built upon uncertainty.
Past and present, basic acceptance.
Ambiguous assumption, ahead.
Hypothetical, theoretical sums allude.
Best guess, estimation.
The universe, cited.
Why question what is given?
Shall incalculable magnitude be generalized?
What is the greatest analogy of understanding?
To what extent are we compared?
Galactic imagination, unfathomable?
Impossible...
Unraveling, meandering course.
Experience with choice, taking shape.
Consequence, unseen, unfolding.
Future tense, built upon uncertainty.
Past and present, basic acceptance.
Ambiguous assumption, ahead.
Hypothetical, theoretical sums allude.
Best guess, estimation.
The universe, cited.
Why question what is given?
Shall incalculable magnitude be generalized?
What is the greatest analogy of understanding?
To what extent are we compared?
Galactic imagination, unfathomable?
Impossible...
#God
#spiritual
#prose
#humankind
#philosophical
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The Silver Spectrum
The silver spectrum,
Shiny, dull, ingrained shades
Betwixt black and white,
Were aged as
To coin cheap change,
Like a toss-up
Between life and death,
As coffins sparkle luster
From skeletal forms inside,
In the difference between
Gargoyles and graves,
Holding spirits at bay
Presumably sacred,
Had fault lines, fallen,
A forgotten infallibility,
When the exchange rate
Of a hearse spikes
To the plummet of
Funeral, burial,
Pastoral eulogy....
Shiny, dull, ingrained shades
Betwixt black and white,
Were aged as
To coin cheap change,
Like a toss-up
Between life and death,
As coffins sparkle luster
From skeletal forms inside,
In the difference between
Gargoyles and graves,
Holding spirits at bay
Presumably sacred,
Had fault lines, fallen,
A forgotten infallibility,
When the exchange rate
Of a hearse spikes
To the plummet of
Funeral, burial,
Pastoral eulogy....
#hope
#death
#prose
#memorial
#SelfDiscovery
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DU Poetry : Prose Poetry