Non-Fiction Prose
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 letter to the man I love(Aka everything I've never said)
Written by ChoaticGoddess
(Arch-Angel)
Poem Published 27th June 2017 00:41am
I was twelve when I first met you. You had a mohawk that you would dye different colors. You liked a certain football team so you'd always rep them. Those eyes made my little twelve year old heart skip a beat. I remember thinking everytime our eyes met, “Quick! Look away!” and when you'd see I was looking at you. I'd quickly rearrange my expression to a glare. I told myself it's better to hate you. To make you hate me. In 8th grade… we’d walk home together almost everyday…. Me pulling your hair and you calling me a bitch was our daily routine… Then summer came… We started talking on YouTube...
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f**k
To get rid of my nightmares is why I smoke a bit of weed
because I hate waking up next to Seden smiling at me in the morning
considering what I sometimes see in my dreams
because I hate waking up next to Seden smiling at me in the morning
considering what I sometimes see in my dreams
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WEIGH THY WORDS
Written by OxyMoronicMe
(Emz)
Poem Published 24th June 2017 1:43pm
I have always been an opinionated person with strong convictions. When I was younger, I used to argue a lot with anyone who challenged my beliefs.
I remember reading the Bible from cover to cover in my first year of highschool just so I can best a Dyakuno, grandfather of my bestfriend who irritates me whenever I visit because he seems to think he can convert me with his wisdom.
It was exhilarating, to discuss something at point. At the end of the day, I think we respected each other despite the difference of interpretation. I also come to understand where he is coming from even if...
I remember reading the Bible from cover to cover in my first year of highschool just so I can best a Dyakuno, grandfather of my bestfriend who irritates me whenever I visit because he seems to think he can convert me with his wisdom.
It was exhilarating, to discuss something at point. At the end of the day, I think we respected each other despite the difference of interpretation. I also come to understand where he is coming from even if...
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A Quote Which Opens A Dam of Truth
I write best when I am either falling in love or falling apart."--Rudy Francisco.
Depression can be both a helping and a hindering aide. If you cannot feel what you are writing-then you're not a true poet, or writer. The craft of writing takes emotion, and courage. A courage to go where others are afraid, to admit our fears, create our dreams and bring them to life. It takes dedication. A dedication because sometimes you have this brilliant idea, one that would blow everyone you know away... yet the words just won't come. It’s not that the words fail you, it's the fact that you know the...
Depression can be both a helping and a hindering aide. If you cannot feel what you are writing-then you're not a true poet, or writer. The craft of writing takes emotion, and courage. A courage to go where others are afraid, to admit our fears, create our dreams and bring them to life. It takes dedication. A dedication because sometimes you have this brilliant idea, one that would blow everyone you know away... yet the words just won't come. It’s not that the words fail you, it's the fact that you know the...
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As feathers fall
Written by Spiltsunsets_XVII
Poem Published 22nd June 2017 4:15pm
a body pressed and
slutted off to the pliant
textures of
supernumerary lace
i like to imagine that
it’s you who’s wearing
me, but im explicitly
alloyed
as a wicked pulse
beats me wet
til bruised all over with
confessions
² Making my fingers
clasped then tear into
a held-tight pillow
terrified for a love i can
taste and feel ^ but no
longer have
never once realizing ..
how scorched and
violently pink my
insides could become
thru an ascension of
crippling...
slutted off to the pliant
textures of
supernumerary lace
i like to imagine that
it’s you who’s wearing
me, but im explicitly
alloyed
as a wicked pulse
beats me wet
til bruised all over with
confessions
² Making my fingers
clasped then tear into
a held-tight pillow
terrified for a love i can
taste and feel ^ but no
longer have
never once realizing ..
how scorched and
violently pink my
insides could become
thru an ascension of
crippling...
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crash and burn
EXTREME CONTENT
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fortiori, an bourbon eventide of instrumental play
Written by Spiltsunsets_XVII
Poem Published 18th June 2017 8:09am
- x
long conversations were held by firesides,
that would 'curve to a consommé of broken leaf';
talks of growth took second breaths to recover..
then a pause and space, right before giving
papier-mâché kisses
haunting, truthful, turning bones to the chemical
element of atomic number forty-seven.
- xx
attached : warm : pulled apart : gently amniotic
as an umbrae organism claims spatial perimeters
inside like a...
long conversations were held by firesides,
that would 'curve to a consommé of broken leaf';
talks of growth took second breaths to recover..
then a pause and space, right before giving
papier-mâché kisses
haunting, truthful, turning bones to the chemical
element of atomic number forty-seven.
- xx
attached : warm : pulled apart : gently amniotic
as an umbrae organism claims spatial perimeters
inside like a...
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Nate
Written by Juliet_Disguised
(JaneDoe)
Poem Published 18th June 2017 4:36am
Wheredo i begin, you ripped open my body and stole what belonged to me. You stole my innocence. You stole my self-worth. You took from me what could never be reclaimed. My label as 'someone who has never been raped' i went from the three of four girls to the one out of four girls who will be raped within their lifetime.
But this isn't about you anymore, this will not be about you, this will be about me.
I am angry. I have unresolved gut-wrenching issues because of what YOU did to ME. Don't tell me everything happens for a reason, because there is no reason for anyone to go through...
But this isn't about you anymore, this will not be about you, this will be about me.
I am angry. I have unresolved gut-wrenching issues because of what YOU did to ME. Don't tell me everything happens for a reason, because there is no reason for anyone to go through...
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Written by BrokenSoul123
(Alex Is Dead)
Poem Published 16th June 2017 12:27pm
I came down with my tear stained face
I wanted to tell you that I needed you
But the words died upon my lips
And all I could do was stare at the door
I couldn't bring myself to open it
Unable to call out to you
For there was a stone lodged in my throat
Firmly anchored, and unmovable
The closed door was a formidable barrier
That I had no hope of passing through
I could hear you laughing on the other side
And saw the promising light shining under the door
You were happily unaware
That I was hurting, and needing you here
Tears...
I wanted to tell you that I needed you
But the words died upon my lips
And all I could do was stare at the door
I couldn't bring myself to open it
Unable to call out to you
For there was a stone lodged in my throat
Firmly anchored, and unmovable
The closed door was a formidable barrier
That I had no hope of passing through
I could hear you laughing on the other side
And saw the promising light shining under the door
You were happily unaware
That I was hurting, and needing you here
Tears...
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Far Away
Written by unknown
(HiddenTruth)
Poem Published 14th June 2017 4:17am
Fantasies.... A mire alternate universe where people want to escape; for Wishes, Love, Wonders, and deepest desires. I find myself there a lot, cause its painless. Where Hidden Dreams frolic and indulge a fake reality. where smiles are not as unnatural, & emotions are raw. As I leave my physical appearance to stay present in this world. My mind is there. Filled with forbidden Desire, unspoken dreams, & Alienated aspirations . It pains me to return, return here. Where sorrow overwhelms your body and all you can do is hide emptiness with yet a doubted smile. Lying everyday to yourself,...
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Blood oranges on the windowsill
Written by Spiltsunsets_XVII
Poem Published 13th June 2017 7:55am
the others,
the others think of me as madness now
for recklessly missing you-
sentiments keep aborting themselves
to be separated from their material host,
but will never again be the same
the woman that once was
each day? i look to the sun as it slowly
vanishes into the secrets held by earth
for over 4.5 billion years
Something fades
Something withdraws itself
leaving a black hole of awareness that
you left me with a swearing schismatic
tongue
“this...
the others think of me as madness now
for recklessly missing you-
sentiments keep aborting themselves
to be separated from their material host,
but will never again be the same
the woman that once was
each day? i look to the sun as it slowly
vanishes into the secrets held by earth
for over 4.5 billion years
Something fades
Something withdraws itself
leaving a black hole of awareness that
you left me with a swearing schismatic
tongue
“this...
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Unsend Letters
Written by Panda-Paw
(UrbanPoe)
Poem Published 12th June 2017 4:22pm
I liked to think we were one of a kind;
that we were so alike in a way other people wasn't.
I liked to think that wherever I went,
you would follow - cause I was following you in the first place.
I used to think of forever and ever, but forever is too good to be true.
I used to think a lot.
People say we've grown apart.
And maybe we have, despite me not having grown an inch since 7th grade.
Anyhow, we went our different roads.
Well, you went yours.
I'm trying not to be bitter, I swear.
But a reason, or just a goodbye would have...
that we were so alike in a way other people wasn't.
I liked to think that wherever I went,
you would follow - cause I was following you in the first place.
I used to think of forever and ever, but forever is too good to be true.
I used to think a lot.
People say we've grown apart.
And maybe we have, despite me not having grown an inch since 7th grade.
Anyhow, we went our different roads.
Well, you went yours.
I'm trying not to be bitter, I swear.
But a reason, or just a goodbye would have...
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