a poem about something, but I don’t know what ..
bloke in the pub asked me what
I was reading more into the
question than there probably was
nothing to say.
I was reading more into the
question than there probably was
nothing to say.
#prose
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I Am Anxiety
I keep digging my heel
Aiming to break
More than just gravity
Smoking brazen my thoughts
With sewage sounds
Drowning noise, human noise
Like a sloppy cocktail
Soft, wet, flagrant
Down my throat, ingest: Done.
Aiming to break
More than just gravity
Smoking brazen my thoughts
With sewage sounds
Drowning noise, human noise
Like a sloppy cocktail
Soft, wet, flagrant
Down my throat, ingest: Done.
#anxiety
#dark
#prose
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
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Dead Beat
My heart beats
Like the pitter patter
Of bongo's
Smooth, and rhythmical
Jungle drums
No war beats
Synchronised
Symbolic
Communicative
Hollow echoes
On tightened skin
That once lived
And had a beat
All of its own
by Jemia
Like the pitter patter
Of bongo's
Smooth, and rhythmical
Jungle drums
No war beats
Synchronised
Symbolic
Communicative
Hollow echoes
On tightened skin
That once lived
And had a beat
All of its own
by Jemia
#prose
#LifeCycle
187 reads
2 Comments
the nineteen thirties
I loved leslie charteris’ books about the saint was anti fascist in the stories, and an obvious romantic
#prose
227 reads
3 Comments
Dear Emily Dickinson
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#prose
#suffering
239 reads
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poetry can’t be confined by poetry
Ngaio Marsh was a poet of detective fiction; although this may not be a fact, it’s quite
a reasonable description
a reasonable description
#prose
227 reads
4 Comments
Bathroom walls
Bathroom wall writing
A revolution of the mind
Bloodsoaked poetry.
Jack off fruit flies in
a rotting pumpkin smile
with crusty seamen jiz.
Hard cock and balls
Ally way puppet show-
Smeared makeup.
A revolution of the mind
Bloodsoaked poetry.
Jack off fruit flies in
a rotting pumpkin smile
with crusty seamen jiz.
Hard cock and balls
Ally way puppet show-
Smeared makeup.
#prose
383 reads
0 Comments
Christopher Fowler
fowler is possibly the dickens of our city in this age, his odd, slightly outlandish characters, upon every street, upon every page
#books
#prose
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Margret Dredge
Margret Dredge stands on the ledge
The ledge that leads to the next stampede
Her face seems closed and wet and raw
Awaiting the impact of her fall
The ledge that leads to the next stampede
Her face seems closed and wet and raw
Awaiting the impact of her fall
#dark
#gothic
#narrative
#prose
#nightmares
390 reads
0 Comments
us second rate writers rarely forgive
slight verse and a minor poet
will find out where you live ..
will find out where you live ..
#prose
322 reads
0 Comments
Brevity
Brevity is the soul of wit
Brevity is soul of wit
Brevity i' soul a' wit
Brevity i' sou a' wi'
brevi' i' so a' wi'
brevisouahwi
bruh
Brevity is soul of wit
Brevity i' soul a' wit
Brevity i' sou a' wi'
brevi' i' so a' wi'
brevisouahwi
bruh
#funny
#prose
#tragedy
#minimalist
#metaphor
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Maxim, VII.
Many are unmoved by sincerity, until they can display their own.
#prose
#minimalist
372 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Short Prose