Non-Fiction Prose
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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.
56ApacheLove
Poem Published
Today 12:29pm
Today 12:29pm
Sassenach
The green of spring a backdrop, as bare feet on dewy grass pound the earth, each stride sending lace and what was once white cotten, bouncing against legs that cannot keep up, if only I could fly.
Your ship, magnificent from bow to stern, floating through white, like a ghost from the past, as sails take rest, you linger in the heavens for a moment, I will always appreciate that moment. ❤️
Your ship, magnificent from bow to stern, floating through white, like a ghost from the past, as sails take rest, you linger in the heavens for a moment, I will always appreciate that moment. ❤️
#admiration
#emotions
#love #strength
#love #strength
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mea_ultima_verba
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:11pm
Yesterday 7:11pm
a man's BROKEN EGO WONT BE PUNISHED but a innocent girl jailed for winning from attempt murder on her
#LifeChangingMoment
#manipulation
#morality #prison
#morality #prison
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mea_ultima_verba
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:00pm
Yesterday 7:00pm
ill tell you my sins save my tears plz (everyone's disapproval she giggled at a funeral that day she knew she was ill)
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #suicide
#PTSD #suicide
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Metropolis
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:17pm
Yesterday 6:17pm
Writing
There are times
when expression through poetry
or prose
is just as important as eating
or sleeping.
For some, it's a necessity,
a release from the pent-up pain
or anger
or just wanting an outlet for
anything on one's mind.
At least, that's the way I see it.
when expression through poetry
or prose
is just as important as eating
or sleeping.
For some, it's a necessity,
a release from the pent-up pain
or anger
or just wanting an outlet for
anything on one's mind.
At least, that's the way I see it.
#LifeAsAWriter
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:08am
Yesterday 6:08am
Inside Richard Rose's Mind
The secret realm.
Richard's mind.
Darryl and Diana stop there, shocked at the bloody sky. They also stop shocked at the fact they're nearly naked. Diana wears a green bra and panties. Darryl blank trunks. They hold each other's hands tight, bracing themselves for the true showdown between them and her father. All through out this world are signs telling too many rules. Trying to persecute them.
Darryl and Diana have seen each other naked before. They've had sex after all and that was the problem here. A sign already popped out at them, Diana getting freaked...
Richard's mind.
Darryl and Diana stop there, shocked at the bloody sky. They also stop shocked at the fact they're nearly naked. Diana wears a green bra and panties. Darryl blank trunks. They hold each other's hands tight, bracing themselves for the true showdown between them and her father. All through out this world are signs telling too many rules. Trying to persecute them.
Darryl and Diana have seen each other naked before. They've had sex after all and that was the problem here. A sign already popped out at them, Diana getting freaked...
#Christian
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 1:25pm
21st Jan 2025 1:25pm
A Beautiful Damsel In Ganondorf's Castle
I'm modern day Zelda, stuck here in Ganondorf's castle. Hell's Hotel.
While I'm strong, I can't always fight.
I don't know if I'll save myself or Link will save me first.
I'm Zelda, lying in a castle so vast.
It's become my only world, but it is my deepest hope that my story will be published. That I will make money. That I will get out.
And I will find love from Link.
The only Link I ever knew.
While I'm strong, I can't always fight.
I don't know if I'll save myself or Link will save me first.
I'm Zelda, lying in a castle so vast.
It's become my only world, but it is my deepest hope that my story will be published. That I will make money. That I will get out.
And I will find love from Link.
The only Link I ever knew.
#curse
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 1:15pm
21st Jan 2025 1:15pm
Still Going To Trust My Inner Voice
Called The Atheist Experience Show and got on the air.
They reveled in the idea that I said Jesus and Yahweh aren't the same.
But dismissed my spiritual experiences, which I thought was definitely premature.
I'm still gonna trust that inner voice.
Because I know something they don't- trusting your intuition and logic are essential. I still believe in Jesus.
But I'll be honest. I did all day yesterday keep replaying their voices telling me what I'm saying is a logical fallacy.
But no, I can't. I just can't believe them. Because...
They reveled in the idea that I said Jesus and Yahweh aren't the same.
But dismissed my spiritual experiences, which I thought was definitely premature.
I'm still gonna trust that inner voice.
Because I know something they don't- trusting your intuition and logic are essential. I still believe in Jesus.
But I'll be honest. I did all day yesterday keep replaying their voices telling me what I'm saying is a logical fallacy.
But no, I can't. I just can't believe them. Because...
#spiritual
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 9:11am
21st Jan 2025 9:11am
Little conversations
We are in Lagos, Portugal. Coming from the far North by train and buss,
A frail road sign finally appears in hazed distance. After walking with full backpack over cobble stone roads. Passing markets, medieval walls stretch out, murals in mosaic. Old rustic doors half fallen from their hinges. Plainly it states two words "Trindada Camping"
Having registered at the desk where a short tanned man hums many hmms.
"Bom dia" we say as this desk clerk only points a dark rimmed finger.
We return to this place which we formerly swore to never set...
A frail road sign finally appears in hazed distance. After walking with full backpack over cobble stone roads. Passing markets, medieval walls stretch out, murals in mosaic. Old rustic doors half fallen from their hinges. Plainly it states two words "Trindada Camping"
Having registered at the desk where a short tanned man hums many hmms.
"Bom dia" we say as this desk clerk only points a dark rimmed finger.
We return to this place which we formerly swore to never set...
#travel
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ChaosScripted
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 3:02am
21st Jan 2025 3:02am
Prophetic Vision: 2:20 am, January 21, 2024
This is the vision that came to me from the Lord, my Father Above:
Eyes like nebulas, bright and aflame looking back at me amid a mist of darkness and white bright light beyond. All at once I’m taken up high. Looking down upon what appeared as a misshapen and segmented boulder. I look closer and it’s two swollen sections resembling two basins. At the top separating the two basins is a bright burning eye resembling the nebulae that was looking at me just a moment ago. Directly above the fiery eye is what appears to be a broken stick dotted with a stone or jewel of bright yellow. The left...
Eyes like nebulas, bright and aflame looking back at me amid a mist of darkness and white bright light beyond. All at once I’m taken up high. Looking down upon what appeared as a misshapen and segmented boulder. I look closer and it’s two swollen sections resembling two basins. At the top separating the two basins is a bright burning eye resembling the nebulae that was looking at me just a moment ago. Directly above the fiery eye is what appears to be a broken stick dotted with a stone or jewel of bright yellow. The left...
#faith
#rebirth
#sacrifice
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 2:07pm
20th Jan 2025 2:07pm
The Possessive Nightmare
He stares at me, smile like plastic Ken.
He reminds me of my father, constantly pretending to be your best friend.
Like my old cat, Loki. Constantly meowing, never shutting the fuck up.
.And you can't get away.
They staring at you,
eyes possessing your soul.
And you better run out before it's too late.
He reminds me of my father, constantly pretending to be your best friend.
Like my old cat, Loki. Constantly meowing, never shutting the fuck up.
.And you can't get away.
They staring at you,
eyes possessing your soul.
And you better run out before it's too late.
#lies
#manipulation
#shadows
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 1:51pm
19th Jan 2025 1:51pm
Deep Thinker Who Values Connection Over Intellect
Since I've been with two people, Mike and Josh, this year. I want to compare the differences between them and why Josh made me feel safe and connected and Mike didn't.
Mike always talked about the end times and deciphering who the end times prophet was. We talked about theories about spirituality and the Christian doctrine. We always had deep thinker conversations about anything and everything.
But it felt empty. It felt empty because it was all talk based on fear and empty knowledge.
For he can know all the knowledge in the world, but if he doesn't have love,...
Mike always talked about the end times and deciphering who the end times prophet was. We talked about theories about spirituality and the Christian doctrine. We always had deep thinker conversations about anything and everything.
But it felt empty. It felt empty because it was all talk based on fear and empty knowledge.
For he can know all the knowledge in the world, but if he doesn't have love,...
#SelfReflection
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 8:37pm
18th Jan 2025 8:37pm
Am I Free?
Since I was a kid, I was that quiet kid who had too much on my mind to talk. I was constantly daydreaming, creating a fantasy world that felt safe to me. A world I never wanted to shatter with people's over dependence on me.
I still had close friends back then. At least two went on to become popular later on, but they never felt weird later talking to me.
I was the cool loner in school; I had my own crowd of folks who were similar. We had all some kind of confidence, even me who was more unsure of herself.
I learned early on that I had a dark side. I carried...
I still had close friends back then. At least two went on to become popular later on, but they never felt weird later talking to me.
I was the cool loner in school; I had my own crowd of folks who were similar. We had all some kind of confidence, even me who was more unsure of herself.
I learned early on that I had a dark side. I carried...
#SelfReflection
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