Non-Fiction Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
This section is for factual prose and is a place for non-poetic offerings. You will find a diverse range of content here including articles, diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays, personal accounts and real life perspectives. This gives members a chance to post fact based material which is not written in verse.
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:56pm
Yesterday 5:56pm
Zombie
I have got a secret little diary
I can not tell it to you
And it hurts.
I can not tell it to you
And it hurts.
#WritingPoetry
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1 Comment
Ownly_Human
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:05pm
Yesterday 12:05pm
Life's Dance
Life is like a dance,
a continuous movement
with no beginning or end.
When we are young,
our dance is full of energy
and enthusiasm,
with no true form or direction.
We move with reckless abandon,
our bodies flailing about
as we explore the world around us.
As we grow older,
our dance begins to take shape.
We start to learn the steps,
to find our rhythm,
and to move with purpose.
We become more confident
in our movements,
our bodies more coordinated
and controlled.
But as the years...
a continuous movement
with no beginning or end.
When we are young,
our dance is full of energy
and enthusiasm,
with no true form or direction.
We move with reckless abandon,
our bodies flailing about
as we explore the world around us.
As we grow older,
our dance begins to take shape.
We start to learn the steps,
to find our rhythm,
and to move with purpose.
We become more confident
in our movements,
our bodies more coordinated
and controlled.
But as the years...
#prose
#humankind
#LifeCycle
58 reads
18 Comments
Lack1ng
Poem Published
27th Mar 2023 6:52am
27th Mar 2023 6:52am
Last Memory
When I was a kid, I remember loving my dad.
He was a firefighter,
A superhero who was invincible, and loved by everyone.
Then things changed.
Invisible forces that I couldn’t comprehend as a kid.
All I saw was mom getting angrier,
Less food in the pantry,
And dad, once or twice a month.
More time with a babysitter, with grandma,
Less time with mom,
Even less with dad.
The last time I saw him he had long hair, I think.
We were at Target, in the early heat of May.
My birthday was coming up.
“Pick...
He was a firefighter,
A superhero who was invincible, and loved by everyone.
Then things changed.
Invisible forces that I couldn’t comprehend as a kid.
All I saw was mom getting angrier,
Less food in the pantry,
And dad, once or twice a month.
More time with a babysitter, with grandma,
Less time with mom,
Even less with dad.
The last time I saw him he had long hair, I think.
We were at Target, in the early heat of May.
My birthday was coming up.
“Pick...
#family
#angels
#monsters
#addiction
#TimeHeals
30 reads
2 Comments
shabre
Poem Published
26th Mar 2023 7:04pm
26th Mar 2023 7:04pm
Our Last Goodbye
You died just over a week ago,and I don't know what I'll do
Without you here and in my life. My heart has broken in two.
We made so many memories;nights out and weekends away
But the illness took you really quickly and meant you couldn't stay.
I know I have to let you go,and I know that I will cry
When it's time to stand with everyone and say our last goodbye.❤️
Without you here and in my life. My heart has broken in two.
We made so many memories;nights out and weekends away
But the illness took you really quickly and meant you couldn't stay.
I know I have to let you go,and I know that I will cry
When it's time to stand with everyone and say our last goodbye.❤️
#grief
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8 Comments
Write-On
Bumped 24th Mar 2023 5:01pm
12th Nov 2021 5:33pm
12th Nov 2021 5:33pm
Continuity fills tau (a song about the times we lost our virginity, actually, a song about friendship)
She is beautiful
Trying: Try
I caught thish
Search
I believe + ceremony
So far
You've? Lost?
If I had not heard
Dawne. Our condor who rises and rises again
Continuity fills t
E was...
Trying: Try
I caught thish
Search
I believe + ceremony
So far
You've? Lost?
If I had not heard
Dawne. Our condor who rises and rises again
Continuity fills t
E was...
#love
#friendship
95 reads
0 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2023 10:28pm
23rd Mar 2023 10:28pm
Pavement Etiquette
Selfish bastards thrive on pavements. They don’t even see the people who move out of their way, they don’t give it a thought, and they walk on to wherever it is they are going, to the vegan restaurant with the rainbow benches, to the meet up of ass holes who wear expensive brand t-shirts.
I move out of people’s way, not because I have respect for them, because if I didn’t they would think I was some sort of psycho. That’s how some people look at me. If I am late in moving aside, they step into the road, as if the oncoming traffic is safer than being on the same pavement as me. If...
I move out of people’s way, not because I have respect for them, because if I didn’t they would think I was some sort of psycho. That’s how some people look at me. If I am late in moving aside, they step into the road, as if the oncoming traffic is safer than being on the same pavement as me. If...
#identity
45 reads
4 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
21st Mar 2023 2:42am
21st Mar 2023 2:42am
Buju and Johnny Baw
Chapter 1
Father and Son
An elderly man known as Johnny Baw lived with his teenaged son Buju in a run-down house on Wellington Road. They were underprivileged people of the ghetto. Even though Johnny Baw was a strict disciplinarian, Buju was not a well-behaved boy. Moreover, he acted like a clown. Johnny Baw was a retired electrician, but he occasionally did some work. The skilful man had an old, squeaky bicycle that he rode everywhere he went. Mischievous people in the neighbourhood called Johnny Baw “Lumpis” He did not like that nickname, so he would curse anybody who...
Father and Son
An elderly man known as Johnny Baw lived with his teenaged son Buju in a run-down house on Wellington Road. They were underprivileged people of the ghetto. Even though Johnny Baw was a strict disciplinarian, Buju was not a well-behaved boy. Moreover, he acted like a clown. Johnny Baw was a retired electrician, but he occasionally did some work. The skilful man had an old, squeaky bicycle that he rode everywhere he went. Mischievous people in the neighbourhood called Johnny Baw “Lumpis” He did not like that nickname, so he would curse anybody who...
#father
#food
#funny
#poverty
#son
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
18th Mar 2023 9:04pm
18th Mar 2023 9:04pm
Bumpy
Chapter 1
The Birth
Norman and Marlon had a sister named Claudia. She was their only sister. Claudia gave birth to a baby girl. The baby was born prematurely and she was such a tiny thing. She weighed about two and a half pounds. The doctors at the hospital had to keep Claudia’s baby in an incubator for a few weeks. Claudia’s family were so happy when she brought home her cute Indian baby. Norman was the youngest sibling. Although Marlon and his sister could not get along well, he loved his first niece very much. Claudia would put the baby on a pillow to sleep because...
The Birth
Norman and Marlon had a sister named Claudia. She was their only sister. Claudia gave birth to a baby girl. The baby was born prematurely and she was such a tiny thing. She weighed about two and a half pounds. The doctors at the hospital had to keep Claudia’s baby in an incubator for a few weeks. Claudia’s family were so happy when she brought home her cute Indian baby. Norman was the youngest sibling. Although Marlon and his sister could not get along well, he loved his first niece very much. Claudia would put the baby on a pillow to sleep because...
#brother
#sister
#birth
#school
#daughter
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Mrblack616
MrBlack
MrBlack
Poem Published
18th Mar 2023 8:30am
18th Mar 2023 8:30am
The Time I Met Jack The Ripper
In the deep, dark alleys of Whitechapel,
Where the mist creeps low and the shadows play,
A figure lurks, feared and deadly,
A killer known by the name of Jack the Ripper.
I, as a creature of the night,
Roamed these very streets with the same thrill of the kill.
The mere mention of his name sent shivers down my spine,
A being akin to me, yet different in their way of time.
The scent of blood forever in the air,
Darkness lingers, where he left his lair,
A feeling of existence, somewhere,
I knew deep in my...
Where the mist creeps low and the shadows play,
A figure lurks, feared and deadly,
A killer known by the name of Jack the Ripper.
I, as a creature of the night,
Roamed these very streets with the same thrill of the kill.
The mere mention of his name sent shivers down my spine,
A being akin to me, yet different in their way of time.
The scent of blood forever in the air,
Darkness lingers, where he left his lair,
A feeling of existence, somewhere,
I knew deep in my...
#dark
#death
#vampires
56 reads
10 Comments
ms_kitty_lagniappe
Ms K
Ms K
Poem Published
15th Mar 2023 4:53pm
15th Mar 2023 4:53pm
Powerhouses of Bourbon Street
Beneath the neon lights of Bourbon's street,
Where history and magic still compete,
There was a time of power and grace,
A bygone era that we still can trace.
It was a time when women took the stage,
With fire in their eyes and hearts ablaze,
Survivors and warriors, they overcame,
The obstacles that would leave most in shame.
At Big Daddy's they danced with such might,
Their movements pure poetry, a beautiful sight,
Each step a testament to their strength,
Their resilience, their power, at arm's length.
And though...
Where history and magic still compete,
There was a time of power and grace,
A bygone era that we still can trace.
It was a time when women took the stage,
With fire in their eyes and hearts ablaze,
Survivors and warriors, they overcame,
The obstacles that would leave most in shame.
At Big Daddy's they danced with such might,
Their movements pure poetry, a beautiful sight,
Each step a testament to their strength,
Their resilience, their power, at arm's length.
And though...
#freedom
#art
#dance
57 reads
3 Comments
ms_kitty_lagniappe
Ms K
Ms K
Poem Published
14th Mar 2023 6:53am
14th Mar 2023 6:53am
Unleashing the Magic on Bourbon Street
Dancing on stage in front of a crowded room,
The cheers so loud the stage vibrates with its own energy,
The air is electric, the air filled with smoke,
And the smell of lucky dogs & perfume uniquely Bourbon Street.
From the swing to the stage to the back-stage,
An endless routine that continuously dances in my mind,
Looking at my memories through a pane of frozen glass,
My frozen memories slowly brought back to life by my magic.
The stage is a place of liberation,
Where inhibitions are shed and fears are conquered,
A place...
The cheers so loud the stage vibrates with its own energy,
The air is electric, the air filled with smoke,
And the smell of lucky dogs & perfume uniquely Bourbon Street.
From the swing to the stage to the back-stage,
An endless routine that continuously dances in my mind,
Looking at my memories through a pane of frozen glass,
My frozen memories slowly brought back to life by my magic.
The stage is a place of liberation,
Where inhibitions are shed and fears are conquered,
A place...
#music
#art
#dance #passion
#dance #passion
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2 Comments
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