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.
Spiltsunsets_XVII
Poem Published
Today 7:40am
Today 7:40am
Pataphysical nights, looking down at a piece of paper, the house is silent
- sm,i
a temporal rupture when sandstone walls bake in
days angled and sharp
moonlight scours over my contour because
tonight’s bourbon is a bit different from all the
others, in my hand i hold a putrid blur; feelings
of pale gold and gray gradients slips beneath;
and there’s frost on the cherries that’s
been sitting my...
a temporal rupture when sandstone walls bake in
days angled and sharp
moonlight scours over my contour because
tonight’s bourbon is a bit different from all the
others, in my hand i hold a putrid blur; feelings
of pale gold and gray gradients slips beneath;
and there’s frost on the cherries that’s
been sitting my...
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earthaboveyou365
Poem Published
Today 6:16am
Today 6:16am
A poem
I have dreams
Just like many others do too
But I have big dreams
Just like some may have too
But I am me
Just like no other
I feel and I know I am harsh on I
I wonder if some follow my writings
I wonder if I have a certain style
I wish I could see from another's view
Reassurance is what I feel I need
Constantly I doubt and need a boat
So I do not sink
I wonder if you can comprehend
What I have just meant
Just like many others do too
But I have big dreams
Just like some may have too
But I am me
Just like no other
I feel and I know I am harsh on I
I wonder if some follow my writings
I wonder if I have a certain style
I wish I could see from another's view
Reassurance is what I feel I need
Constantly I doubt and need a boat
So I do not sink
I wonder if you can comprehend
What I have just meant
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kilanti
Poem Published
Today 6:16am
Today 6:16am
Too Far
A flat chested, innocent, young girl. Bows wrapped in my hair, flowers on my shoes. Going out I would skip the streets. Smiling at strangers and humming happy tunes.
"Not too far!" mother would yell. She'd run to grab my hand, keep me close to her. I just wanted to play. I didn't understand the concern.
As years passed, I bloomed
-- men's stares grew louder,
my mom's grip grew tighter, suddenly, I didn't want to play.
I didn't want to explore, I didn't want to catch up with my brothers.
I wanted to shrink behind my hair and never come out.
The...
"Not too far!" mother would yell. She'd run to grab my hand, keep me close to her. I just wanted to play. I didn't understand the concern.
As years passed, I bloomed
-- men's stares grew louder,
my mom's grip grew tighter, suddenly, I didn't want to play.
I didn't want to explore, I didn't want to catch up with my brothers.
I wanted to shrink behind my hair and never come out.
The...
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SirRichard
Poem Published
Today 4:25am
Today 4:25am
Upside Down
How upsetting a notion or picture turned upside down can be to those steeped in parochialism, the church of their truth. And aren’t we all steeped in making sure our globe is pointed true north? There are however, a group of minds, the writers among us, who deliberately point the poles of their globes to different bearings just to see what it would look like and what it would tell them. They are the jesters of today, the bold, the suicidal. Almost single handedly they shuffle the eight immutable laws or truths, mixing earth and consciousness, gravity and wind, water with...
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:41pm
Yesterday 11:41pm
Great Communications/ a response to an acolyte re: The Fate of Humanity
No. Benefit. Self-perpetuating suffering & cruelty must be part of our genetic code that forges our collective karma since ever since we've kept track of these things (history) (& no doubt a long time previously)....what does most of World History contain? War after war after war....the 'nice' people as 'collateral damage'....in the old days the "slaughter of innocents" was seen by the ruling militarists as necessary 'population control'----"God will sort them out", a famous quote originating in the Christ-righteous "Crusades" of northern europeans pillaging the middle east in the...
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jemac
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:58pm
Yesterday 4:58pm
Stranger
He sneaks up
From behind
Doesn't speak English very well
Asking her if she'll be his friend,
("you be my friend, understand?")
Not having any idea what he meant by that
She said, "it's really hard to know ahead of time."
He said, "no?"
She said, "exactly!"
From behind
Doesn't speak English very well
Asking her if she'll be his friend,
("you be my friend, understand?")
Not having any idea what he meant by that
She said, "it's really hard to know ahead of time."
He said, "no?"
She said, "exactly!"
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graham_brodie
Poem Published
16th Aug 2017 8:35pm
16th Aug 2017 8:35pm
draft
I am dead. The stories which follow happened before I died. I have been wondering how to start this book so I now know that this is how it starts. Ok, well I suppose the beginning of it all as far as I am able to remember was in a bath tub in the home I was taken to after being registered, approved and issued with a bond certificate by the Simpsons Memorial hospital in Edinburgh Scotland.
My mum had put me into a bath up stairs in our house then gone back down stairs to talk drunk suburban rubbish to her friend on the phone. I can't really remember how long I was left in the tub but I...
My mum had put me into a bath up stairs in our house then gone back down stairs to talk drunk suburban rubbish to her friend on the phone. I can't really remember how long I was left in the tub but I...
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jmerrick73
Poem Published
16th Aug 2017 7:08pm
16th Aug 2017 7:08pm
Dear Mom
Seems like an eternity since you've been gone.
So much has happened.
So many dreams, turned into nightmares.
I know you always wanted the best for me and bobby.
But i guess it wasn't meant to be that way.
We had hoped for a different life.
But times change.
People change.
I'm sorry i let you down.
I'm consumed by chaos.
Consumed by guilt.
Consumed by grief.
May God forgive me.
I dream of those closest to my heart.
Those who have in this world departed.
Family members, Friends from long past.
The ones who have...
So much has happened.
So many dreams, turned into nightmares.
I know you always wanted the best for me and bobby.
But i guess it wasn't meant to be that way.
We had hoped for a different life.
But times change.
People change.
I'm sorry i let you down.
I'm consumed by chaos.
Consumed by guilt.
Consumed by grief.
May God forgive me.
I dream of those closest to my heart.
Those who have in this world departed.
Family members, Friends from long past.
The ones who have...
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Ant1-Her0-Project
Travis
Travis
Poem Published
15th Aug 2017 8:59pm
15th Aug 2017 8:59pm
Ownership and Freedom --an essay from my new book
In our neoliberal society, one’s level of freedom is largely decided upon by how much one is worth —meaning our personal value is most often determined by how much money we earn, and the amount of personal property we can amass. We can attempt to deny or rationalize the absurdity of that statement all we want, but I can assure you, it will do little to change the fact that our personal freedom is heavily dependent on what type of lifestyle we can afford. While real wealth is in the ownership of natural resources, many of us have earned the privilege to acquire things far less valuable —such...
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thewatcher33
Poem Published
15th Aug 2017 5:24am
15th Aug 2017 5:24am
Soul Mates: The Honey Trap Targeted Individual Script.
The train ride home from my Physiology class at New York City Technical College was very vexing. Even thought I had great news before leaving class and the campus grounds the ride was crowded, and an argument between two women jostling for an empty seat which by the way I knew neither one was going to able to fit in because the two individuals who sat in the seats right and left were heavy set and they were overlapping into the empty seat. Finally after about a minute of pushing and shoving a Hispanic man shouted “why the fuck you too big ass bitches fighting to get into that little ass...
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ExoticDreamer
Poem Published
15th Aug 2017 2:33am
15th Aug 2017 2:33am
Damaged
I am damaged beyond repair,
And I don't give a damn who who even cares.
I want to be alone so I can cry,
Because that's the only way I know how to get by!
Sometimes I drink myself silly to ease the pain,
Because truthfully what's there to gain!
Sometimes I pretend to be happy and whole,
The broken pieces of me no on knows.
It hurts to live...it hurts to breathe,
Can someone stop the pain please?
I am so damaged and need know how to fix it,
I don't like it...NOT ONE BIT!
There isn't much keeping me here,
I'm so tired of each and...
And I don't give a damn who who even cares.
I want to be alone so I can cry,
Because that's the only way I know how to get by!
Sometimes I drink myself silly to ease the pain,
Because truthfully what's there to gain!
Sometimes I pretend to be happy and whole,
The broken pieces of me no on knows.
It hurts to live...it hurts to breathe,
Can someone stop the pain please?
I am so damaged and need know how to fix it,
I don't like it...NOT ONE BIT!
There isn't much keeping me here,
I'm so tired of each and...
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