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.
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:41am
Yesterday 6:41am
Dear Journal Part 1
#MeToo
#DomesticViolence
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MrAlptraum
Mr A
Mr A
Poem Published
14th Jul 2019 12:18pm
14th Jul 2019 12:18pm
OUROBOROS
I have created; we are all creators/consumers. I have created myself out of silence/filled windows. I have consumed too little from outside of myself—constructed so many close and intricate relationships. only to burn each one and return to the creation of silence. I get lonelier and watch one limb one day turn transparent. another limb the next day. I am a creator. I’ve created my own languages/cultures/philosophies. how long ago did I stop consuming anything around me/how long have I been consuming myself. barely a limb left. what’s left is alien/gets lonelier. I am vanishing. I have...
#food
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Juliette1215
Poem Published
14th Jul 2019 2:35am
14th Jul 2019 2:35am
"Writer's Block"
I tend to dream about bizarre things
These dreams seem to be the birthplace for my dark thoughts
And
My
Fears
Failure to express my feelings result in chaos
Internal chaos
And it becomes hard to function
Its almost like a writer's block, yet worse
I'm a psychological masochist at best, yet refuse to admit it, most of the time.
Truly
I don't know what I want
Hopefully, some day I will.
Someday I will
These dreams seem to be the birthplace for my dark thoughts
And
My
Fears
Failure to express my feelings result in chaos
Internal chaos
And it becomes hard to function
Its almost like a writer's block, yet worse
I'm a psychological masochist at best, yet refuse to admit it, most of the time.
Truly
I don't know what I want
Hopefully, some day I will.
Someday I will
#loneliness
#confusion
#denial #nonfiction
#denial #nonfiction
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vellyvell-7
Poem Published
12th Jul 2019 4:03pm
12th Jul 2019 4:03pm
Please Stop
If you don't love me please stop this
The smile in my face please stop
The soft half hug please just stop
The empty future say so please stop
If I'm not the one please let me know
This fantasy love you speak of just stop
If I'm not the one again please stop
Stop before it's to late
The smile in my face please stop
The soft half hug please just stop
The empty future say so please stop
If I'm not the one please let me know
This fantasy love you speak of just stop
If I'm not the one again please stop
Stop before it's to late
#heartbroken
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talking_mirrors
Poem Published
11th Jul 2019 6:28pm
11th Jul 2019 6:28pm
Thursday, 11th July 2019/pulledfromthings
Did you ever used to do it as a child?
Not referring to myself as one nowadays
going onto say
watching something a little less terrifying
after a horror movie before falling to sleep
So as you can’t imagine
last night in the Further
and remembering walking to the bathroom
thinking to just get through the withdrawal stage
really thinking of my happy return
I know I watched Only Fools and Horses
before I switched the plug sockets off
getting into bed and drifting away
Now...
Not referring to myself as one nowadays
going onto say
watching something a little less terrifying
after a horror movie before falling to sleep
So as you can’t imagine
last night in the Further
and remembering walking to the bathroom
thinking to just get through the withdrawal stage
really thinking of my happy return
I know I watched Only Fools and Horses
before I switched the plug sockets off
getting into bed and drifting away
Now...
#nonfiction
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tomyaccusers
Poem Published
11th Jul 2019 2:14pm
11th Jul 2019 2:14pm
Facebook missing pages
Thanks for your support!
I had a brilliant time thanks I walked to;
Etterick, Langholm, Bentwater, Newcastleton, keilder water, Hadrians wall, back to Keilder, Byness, Jedburgh, Hawick, Kelso, and back again to Jedburgh, Lambs Hill, Byrness, Keilder water, Newcastleton, Hermatige, Riccton junction, back to Newcastleton, Langholm, bus to Bentwater and home to Moffatt.
Wow!
Walked God knows how many miles.
I had to clear my mind about my Greek gang rape.
Now it really doesn't bother me any more. ...
I had a brilliant time thanks I walked to;
Etterick, Langholm, Bentwater, Newcastleton, keilder water, Hadrians wall, back to Keilder, Byness, Jedburgh, Hawick, Kelso, and back again to Jedburgh, Lambs Hill, Byrness, Keilder water, Newcastleton, Hermatige, Riccton junction, back to Newcastleton, Langholm, bus to Bentwater and home to Moffatt.
Wow!
Walked God knows how many miles.
I had to clear my mind about my Greek gang rape.
Now it really doesn't bother me any more. ...
#apathy
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LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
10th Jul 2019 5:22am
10th Jul 2019 5:22am
Journal Entry #1 My Muse
The way your mouth looks when it begins expanding and collapsing around your words makes me realize a longing I did not even know was possible. I watch the dance of your lips and tongue, and my heart flutters like a bird furiously trying to escape its cage because I know the first time we kiss, it will erase every other kiss that came before it.
The sound of your voice is everything I’ve ever loved about music; the cadence lilting and swaying, the rhythm rolling over my soul in waves of emotions I can’t begin to define; the sound of your laugh is a healing balm I apply liberally...
The sound of your voice is everything I’ve ever loved about music; the cadence lilting and swaying, the rhythm rolling over my soul in waves of emotions I can’t begin to define; the sound of your laugh is a healing balm I apply liberally...
#love
#FallingInLove
#FirstLove
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
9th Jul 2019 10:36pm
9th Jul 2019 10:36pm
All In My Head, Blood Poisoning And Delirium (True Life)
All details imagined due to dangerously high temperature:
I'm not dying - but I've done something terrible. Now I must spend the next ten years in a secure psychiatric Unit seventy miles away from London. I don't know where the Unit is exactly or who the staff are.
I keep searching for the staff but can only find a couple of them. It's strange how the security guard looks like the man who lives above my flat in Palmers Green. Also, the hospital grounds look strangely familiar too almost like the London North Circular. Yet, I'm seventy miles away from London.
...
I'm not dying - but I've done something terrible. Now I must spend the next ten years in a secure psychiatric Unit seventy miles away from London. I don't know where the Unit is exactly or who the staff are.
I keep searching for the staff but can only find a couple of them. It's strange how the security guard looks like the man who lives above my flat in Palmers Green. Also, the hospital grounds look strangely familiar too almost like the London North Circular. Yet, I'm seventy miles away from London.
...
#illness
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NuBorn
Poem Published
9th Jul 2019 2:16pm
9th Jul 2019 2:16pm
He comes in
So here's the thing
He comes in-
A friend
Gay friend
Top dominant male
Versatile at times
But dominant either way
He comes in-
We've been friends for a while now
Met in a club
A week later he told me he was gay
"Cool!"
Ain't none of my business that you like to insert it in the butt
Or do you like it inserted in your butt?
Anyways, that ain't my business.
He tells me anyways
"I like doing the inserting"
"Sometimes, on rare occasions, I accept the inserting"
He comes in-
Tells me he likes me ...
He comes in-
A friend
Gay friend
Top dominant male
Versatile at times
But dominant either way
He comes in-
We've been friends for a while now
Met in a club
A week later he told me he was gay
"Cool!"
Ain't none of my business that you like to insert it in the butt
Or do you like it inserted in your butt?
Anyways, that ain't my business.
He tells me anyways
"I like doing the inserting"
"Sometimes, on rare occasions, I accept the inserting"
He comes in-
Tells me he likes me ...
#gay
#sex
#abuse
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spacemod69
Poem Published
8th Jul 2019 10:57pm
8th Jul 2019 10:57pm
Be Heard
I am the voice for those who cannot be their own
Those who lack the skill, the understanding or the patience to carry out everyday conversation
Those are the unheard who need to be heard
So often, their wants are shunned
Their needs are ignored
Their right to self-expression hidden away
Please
Be their voice
Let them be heard
Those who lack the skill, the understanding or the patience to carry out everyday conversation
Those are the unheard who need to be heard
So often, their wants are shunned
Their needs are ignored
Their right to self-expression hidden away
Please
Be their voice
Let them be heard
#disability
#Autism
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_boybrains
Poem Published
8th Jul 2019 00:19am
8th Jul 2019 00:19am
4am in dispute.
You're always too
busy with your nose in that
stupid black book while holding
that pen of yours, you know sometimes
I don't think you see what's right
in front of you, you're useless
Ethan I don't know why I
bother with you, what does
anybody see in you, what
do I even see in you."
You know the shape
& colour of my front door
I'll live without you.
busy with your nose in that
stupid black book while holding
that pen of yours, you know sometimes
I don't think you see what's right
in front of you, you're useless
Ethan I don't know why I
bother with you, what does
anybody see in you, what
do I even see in you."
You know the shape
& colour of my front door
I'll live without you.
#anger
#conflict
#confessional #UnrequitedLove
#confessional #UnrequitedLove
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BobbyEdwards
Skeets
Skeets
Poem Published
7th Jul 2019 4:36pm
7th Jul 2019 4:36pm
In celebration of Lyn Lifshin
Every now and then, I think I’ve written a piece of “poetry.” I haven’t.
How do I know? I open one of my Lyn Lifshin books (I own 56 of them).
Within almost any volume, on almost any page, inside almost any line, I re-re-re-discover what the craft of modern poetry could be…perhaps should be.
Over the course of Ms. Lifshin’s 150+ books, she has been praised by numerous icons including Robert Frost, Ken Kesey, Hugh Fox, Ed Sanders, The New York Times, Ms. Magazine and The San Francisco Review of Books (to name a very, very few).
She is known as author, teacher, anthology...
How do I know? I open one of my Lyn Lifshin books (I own 56 of them).
Within almost any volume, on almost any page, inside almost any line, I re-re-re-discover what the craft of modern poetry could be…perhaps should be.
Over the course of Ms. Lifshin’s 150+ books, she has been praised by numerous icons including Robert Frost, Ken Kesey, Hugh Fox, Ed Sanders, The New York Times, Ms. Magazine and The San Francisco Review of Books (to name a very, very few).
She is known as author, teacher, anthology...
#WritingPoetry
#admiration
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