Fictional Prose by Members Last Online
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Poems published by members most recently online.
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 11:14am
28th Jan 2025 11:14am
The Poet
They say the poet's weapon is not a sword.
But their words and pen.
Sometimes,not a pen.
But a feather of a hen.
A poet's power can depend.
And cannot be measured.
They can win fights with just their words.
And open gates to new worlds.
Worlds they create and write.
They can be the kindest you've seen.
And create your fate.
A poet is like a god in their own world.
That they write on their own.
Their power can be unlimited if used right.
In their room,in their home.
They are the best ones...
But their words and pen.
Sometimes,not a pen.
But a feather of a hen.
A poet's power can depend.
And cannot be measured.
They can win fights with just their words.
And open gates to new worlds.
Worlds they create and write.
They can be the kindest you've seen.
And create your fate.
A poet is like a god in their own world.
That they write on their own.
Their power can be unlimited if used right.
In their room,in their home.
They are the best ones...
#happiness
#hope
#motivational #uplifting
#motivational #uplifting
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 9:56pm
3rd Nov 2023 9:56pm
Empathy~Spirit Child
Trying to ascend
the dark presses in on me
and will not relent
It tastes the grace of my being
light fettered
with midnight's last regret
My soul is not my own
Was it ever, I wonder?
Little redeemer
falling through time
chastised
a vision left aching
and mute
The cosmic equalizer
comes on quietly
hunting my dreams
cloaking himself
with tunnel vision
In the darkness
innocence weeps
at misunderstanding's sake
while sonnets of faith escape me
and my Father
Wisdom ...
the dark presses in on me
and will not relent
It tastes the grace of my being
light fettered
with midnight's last regret
My soul is not my own
Was it ever, I wonder?
Little redeemer
falling through time
chastised
a vision left aching
and mute
The cosmic equalizer
comes on quietly
hunting my dreams
cloaking himself
with tunnel vision
In the darkness
innocence weeps
at misunderstanding's sake
while sonnets of faith escape me
and my Father
Wisdom ...
#love
246 reads
3 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 12:02pm
30th Jan 2025 12:02pm
The NAO Amalgamate Inc. chapter1 part 1
The brown brick building at 1015 Chambers Street was not as easy to find as everyone may have thought. It was surrounded by other buildings that look identical to it. The only stand out feature that it had going for it was a small porcelain vase, off to the right, by the door way had one purple tulip in it.
Before entering the obscure building. Kat made sure to touch up her (tourmaline) red lipstick. Her hair was behaving itself and not puffing out due to the hot, humid day New York was having at the moment.
She was supposed to be on the twelfth floor, room 322. She...
Before entering the obscure building. Kat made sure to touch up her (tourmaline) red lipstick. Her hair was behaving itself and not puffing out due to the hot, humid day New York was having at the moment.
She was supposed to be on the twelfth floor, room 322. She...
#StreamOfConsciousness
58 reads
10 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:26am
Yesterday 4:26am
Echos
Lost light from twilight in her eyes, fading as I debauched her cavities probing her ass
with my elongated cock's snafu. Inhaling the decadence of her eviscerated genitals warming my grog, playing tiddly with her clit. Thinking that this could be my opus of my intoxicated ego. Perhaps a spit up her ass hanging from the gallows. Listening to Big Ben's echo from a distance as I posed Mother Superior in the hedgerows outside the convent gate, covered with her feces. Without innuendoes or a cliché, feeling the semen rising lubricating the silence. Thinking, "If only Dr. Watson could...
with my elongated cock's snafu. Inhaling the decadence of her eviscerated genitals warming my grog, playing tiddly with her clit. Thinking that this could be my opus of my intoxicated ego. Perhaps a spit up her ass hanging from the gallows. Listening to Big Ben's echo from a distance as I posed Mother Superior in the hedgerows outside the convent gate, covered with her feces. Without innuendoes or a cliché, feeling the semen rising lubricating the silence. Thinking, "If only Dr. Watson could...
#dark
#dirty
#erotic #horror
#erotic #horror
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EleazarSwan
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 00:25am
1st Nov 2024 00:25am
Villanelle 5 [a Feast & Proposal]
V: come now, my darling, surely we grow weary of this language that besets the mind with all kinds of thoughts
Me: i never tire of Truth, to my own peril
V: and why should you perish? surely the body must be refreshed from time to time, as the mind needs be
Me: to be sure, yet I honor my mind far greater than my body
V: to what purpose? for as the mind is strengthened by Truth, so the body is strengthened by food
Me: in this you err, thou vile witch; for as the mind is brought into subjection by the investigation of Truth, so the body is brought into subjection by the...
Me: i never tire of Truth, to my own peril
V: and why should you perish? surely the body must be refreshed from time to time, as the mind needs be
Me: to be sure, yet I honor my mind far greater than my body
V: to what purpose? for as the mind is strengthened by Truth, so the body is strengthened by food
Me: in this you err, thou vile witch; for as the mind is brought into subjection by the investigation of Truth, so the body is brought into subjection by the...
#villanelle
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 5:11pm
6th Sep 2024 5:11pm
A Steed From Nowhere
The dim yellow light in the kitchen flickers with an erratic and unearthly dance, casting elongated shadows that writhe and twist with unnatural animation. The fire's uncertain glow only deepens the oppressive atmosphere, magnifying the dark, malignant presence that lingers just beyond the threshold of perception. The cigarette smolders in the ashtray, its tendrils of smoke curling upwards as if bearing the heavy weight of the detective’s dread and despair.
The kitchen, once a refuge of warmth and familiarity, now exudes an air of suffocating malevolence. The peeling floral wallpaper,...
The kitchen, once a refuge of warmth and familiarity, now exudes an air of suffocating malevolence. The peeling floral wallpaper,...
#curse
#dark
#magic
#narrative
#shadows
89 reads
1 Comment
Poetic_Seduction
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 10:01pm
19th Dec 2024 10:01pm
Surprise! (Part 2)
#dirty
#erotic
#orgasm #sex
#orgasm #sex
141 reads
2 Comments
magichearts
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2020 5:29pm
3rd Feb 2020 5:29pm
क्यूँ ना हम कुछ कसमें वादे खाये, ले कर हाथों मे हाथ Goa beach पर जाये,,
रेतीली मिट्टी पर उंगलियाँ फिराये, कुछ...
रेतीली मिट्टी पर उंगलियाँ फिराये, कुछ...
#fall
#spring
#morning #night
#morning #night
530 reads
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Deadsorrow78
Poem Published
19th Mar 2019 2:28am
19th Mar 2019 2:28am
Twisted Madness: Bloodline
As Ann stood on her front porch drinking her cup of morning milk as the wind started to blow. She closes her eyes as the cool breeze flows over her body. The clouds begin to roll in as lightening streams across the the sky followed up with ground shaking thunder as lightening bolts strike the hillside across the way. Ann takes a drink of her milk and the rain starts pouring. She sticks her hand out so she can feel the rain upon her skin as she hears her name being called from inside the house.
Ann, Ann.
As she turns to see who's calling for her. She walks towards the door and she...
Ann, Ann.
As she turns to see who's calling for her. She walks towards the door and she...
#dark
#erotic
#death
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AverageJoe
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 2:35pm
15th Sep 2019 2:35pm
The Touch
My hands are rough and calloused not soft, the same as my language. It is not given to me to speak soft words, which while sweet, are soon forgotten. Besides, “I love you” and “You’re beautiful” I should soon be lost and adrift in my sea of ignorance of pretty words.
So what has brought us to this?
Was it that moment you caught me looking too long before speaking or that almost imperceptible measuring look that found something more than just good and decent…leading to a different smile than I’d seen before as you gazed steadily into my eyes?
Why do we try to...
So what has brought us to this?
Was it that moment you caught me looking too long before speaking or that almost imperceptible measuring look that found something more than just good and decent…leading to a different smile than I’d seen before as you gazed steadily into my eyes?
Why do we try to...
#love
#relationships
#dreams
#fate
#passion
693 reads
4 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
28th Feb 2024 9:37pm
28th Feb 2024 9:37pm
Surrendering to Love
It was late summer in 1950. On the third floor of the Adolphus Hotel in downtown Dallas, Thomas and Ruth found their way to a bedroom filled with soft natural light from the curtains that faced north. Within minutes the floor was littered with clothing. Soon, Thomas was poised at the edge of Ruth's sacred place. He softly asked, “Are you sure?”
Tears came into Ruth’s eyes. A 26-year-old Dallas businessman was more powerful that a 17-year-old girl from modest means. His question reflected great restraint and respect at such a moment.
She said, “Yes” with a voice that...
Tears came into Ruth’s eyes. A 26-year-old Dallas businessman was more powerful that a 17-year-old girl from modest means. His question reflected great restraint and respect at such a moment.
She said, “Yes” with a voice that...
#love
#sex
#FirstLove
270 reads
3 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 4:46am
7th Jun 2024 4:46am
The Pug
Her name was Linda.
She was 48 years old. Most people would tell her that she was still young, that she had so much life left to live.
They didn't realize that, what she couldn't say, was that in so many ways, she had already given up.
She was morbidly obese, and her health was failing. But it wasn't so much that. She was severely mentally ill, and the medication didn't do much to help. A life-long predisposition towards sadness and hopelessness was her fare in life, and it had never changed.
She lived with her beautiful 22 year-old daughter...
She was 48 years old. Most people would tell her that she was still young, that she had so much life left to live.
They didn't realize that, what she couldn't say, was that in so many ways, she had already given up.
She was morbidly obese, and her health was failing. But it wasn't so much that. She was severely mentally ill, and the medication didn't do much to help. A life-long predisposition towards sadness and hopelessness was her fare in life, and it had never changed.
She lived with her beautiful 22 year-old daughter...
#abuse
#dogs
#DomesticViolence #hope
#DomesticViolence #hope
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