Non-Fiction Prose
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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.
Lozzamus
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:27pm
Yesterday 9:27pm
Homeless, The First Time (Part 4)
The short time I spent in Llanfairfechan allowed me to gain a measure of stability and to contemplate on the direction my life had taken: the musical aspirations that I still felt passionate about, the aimless drifting through Devon and London, the solitary drinking, the fears and anxieties.
After staying in dormitories, sleeping on kitchen floors and sharing a room with international students, I finally got to wake up in a normal bed on my first morning in Wales. In the corner of the room stood the piano that had assisted me through most of my teen years, looking well and...
After staying in dormitories, sleeping on kitchen floors and sharing a room with international students, I finally got to wake up in a normal bed on my first morning in Wales. In the corner of the room stood the piano that had assisted me through most of my teen years, looking well and...
#alcohol
#homelessness
#memories #PTSD
#memories #PTSD
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:17pm
Yesterday 8:17pm
Father's Day 2021
Today is Father's Day. But because I have no father or children, I can't celebrate this day. Dad was born on October 18, 1947 and died on July 13, 2013 at the age of sixty-five. When I saw Dad in his casket, it brought tears to my eyes and made me feel sad. But it didn't make me feel any worse than I was already feeling. Mom died just four months earlier and I was already feeling terrible.
Dad was a good provider. He didn't earn a lot of money but he was a hard worker, and provided for my brother and I and Mom. Because Dad dropped out of school in the 6th or 7th grade, he could...
Dad was a good provider. He didn't earn a lot of money but he was a hard worker, and provided for my brother and I and Mom. Because Dad dropped out of school in the 6th or 7th grade, he could...
#father
#FathersDay
#money
#cancer
#nonfiction
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Bon_Mot
Poem Published
18th Jun 2021 11:51pm
18th Jun 2021 11:51pm
A Cynic's Advice On Love.
If you must fall in love, try to avoid any emotional involvement.
Love’s like a litter box; looks fine on the surface, but lots of shit beneath.
Love teaches pain; too many become avid learners.
The amount of love expended is proportional to the vulnerability accrued.
Love takes a psychic toll; please have exact change ready.
The more you wager on love, the more you stand to lose.
Love is a 4 letter word.
If you don’t love yourself, don’t expect to be loved by anyone else.
Confuse “lust” with “love” and you will be f**ked twice.
Never underestimate...
Love’s like a litter box; looks fine on the surface, but lots of shit beneath.
Love teaches pain; too many become avid learners.
The amount of love expended is proportional to the vulnerability accrued.
Love takes a psychic toll; please have exact change ready.
The more you wager on love, the more you stand to lose.
Love is a 4 letter word.
If you don’t love yourself, don’t expect to be loved by anyone else.
Confuse “lust” with “love” and you will be f**ked twice.
Never underestimate...
#love
#lover
#wisdom
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
18th Jun 2021 10:49pm
18th Jun 2021 10:49pm
Homeless, The First Time (Part 3)
Okay,' one of my relatives said when I finished explaining. 'There's a student hostel in Kensington. Get a taxi over and we'll meet you there.'
That night, I travelled by taxi to the student hostel in Kensington, but I didn't there stay for long. I had no way of paying the rent. I found Kensington a lonely place to be.
I attempted to get a job selling paintings on the south side of London, but when I arrived at headquarters to start work, the firm didn't have my details and refused to hire me. Given the long list of phobias, I don't really see how the job could have...
That night, I travelled by taxi to the student hostel in Kensington, but I didn't there stay for long. I had no way of paying the rent. I found Kensington a lonely place to be.
I attempted to get a job selling paintings on the south side of London, but when I arrived at headquarters to start work, the firm didn't have my details and refused to hire me. Given the long list of phobias, I don't really see how the job could have...
#anxiety
#homelessness
#PTSD #fear
#PTSD #fear
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chihiro_angel
Poem Published
18th Jun 2021 5:42am
18th Jun 2021 5:42am
Ghost
She ran through the streets
in the darkness of night,
seeing the ghost of her past.
She returned her gaze
to where she had come from,
but she felt compelled
to return to the past,
hoping that this time things would be different.
in the darkness of night,
seeing the ghost of her past.
She returned her gaze
to where she had come from,
but she felt compelled
to return to the past,
hoping that this time things would be different.
#hope
#TimeHeals
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FeNyX
Poem Published
18th Jun 2021 4:11am
18th Jun 2021 4:11am
Personal Update
Not looking for sympathy, just explaining ... been a hell couple of weeks personally ... sadly becoming more frequent with this random ass disease ... so am (ok) ... just hard to focus on other things when you are trying to immerse yourself in things that help you forget the pain ... last December and June were similar so I expect more of the same and each a bit worse than the last ... and the in-between times are their own roller coaster of lesser, but no less frustrating issues ... when I don't post or write now, 9 out of 10 times it's because I'm struggling with above ...
Love...
Love...
#love
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RagingFlames
Poem Published
17th Jun 2021 11:22pm
17th Jun 2021 11:22pm
Recurring dream
I had this dream…
A few days ago I had this weird dream
I was with my child hood best friend (ex)
And we where back in our home town…
We met up and fucked it was a lucid dream
It felt so real and I remember it so vividly like it had actually happened
We had gone two rounds and made her bf leave.
Well last night… I had a continuation of that
We were here in my current town. (Which is even more weird cause we both moved to this state.)
We had gone to this party and she was making out with her best friend
I thought it was hot… ...
A few days ago I had this weird dream
I was with my child hood best friend (ex)
And we where back in our home town…
We met up and fucked it was a lucid dream
It felt so real and I remember it so vividly like it had actually happened
We had gone two rounds and made her bf leave.
Well last night… I had a continuation of that
We were here in my current town. (Which is even more weird cause we both moved to this state.)
We had gone to this party and she was making out with her best friend
I thought it was hot… ...
#dreams
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githu27_lm
Poem Published
17th Jun 2021 5:38am
17th Jun 2021 5:38am
I'm not ready for a Pet.
I am not ready for a pet….
some mornings I wake up
jumping out of my bed.
I stare at the sun for too long through the open windows.
But there are mornings,
when I don't wake up at all… .
My body,too heavy and the ceiling, too nice.
No, I am not ready for a pet…
If I used to love you and we don't talk anymore,you probably don't know this.
I tend to love too hard and break too much.
If another life leaves me on my own,
my body might survive…
But my soul, it is covered in bruises, I am afraid that there is no...
some mornings I wake up
jumping out of my bed.
I stare at the sun for too long through the open windows.
But there are mornings,
when I don't wake up at all… .
My body,too heavy and the ceiling, too nice.
No, I am not ready for a pet…
If I used to love you and we don't talk anymore,you probably don't know this.
I tend to love too hard and break too much.
If another life leaves me on my own,
my body might survive…
But my soul, it is covered in bruises, I am afraid that there is no...
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#confusion
#emptiness
#fear
16 reads
1 Comment
Garsaun
Poem Published
15th Jun 2021 6:00pm
15th Jun 2021 6:00pm
Garsaun Presario Quotes-2021
Seek wisdom and knowledge, for these things strengthen a man from within."
Gar'saun Pre'sario-2021
"Never be afraid to stand-up for what you believe in, he that shows courage, shows the value of leadership in troubled times."
Gar'saun Pre'sario-2021
"Respect is a man's way of acknowledging another man's worth and equality."
Gar'saun Pre'sario-2021
"The truth has no fear, walk in purpose and stand firm on your beliefs."
Gar'saun Pre'sario-2021
"Jealousy is the thought process of an individual who views their own success as...
Gar'saun Pre'sario-2021
"Never be afraid to stand-up for what you believe in, he that shows courage, shows the value of leadership in troubled times."
Gar'saun Pre'sario-2021
"Respect is a man's way of acknowledging another man's worth and equality."
Gar'saun Pre'sario-2021
"The truth has no fear, walk in purpose and stand firm on your beliefs."
Gar'saun Pre'sario-2021
"Jealousy is the thought process of an individual who views their own success as...
#strength
#inspirational
#uplifting
#meditation
#wisdom
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
15th Jun 2021 00:06am
15th Jun 2021 00:06am
Homeless, The First Time (Part 2)
Have you the price of a can of lager?' the owner of the flat asked me in the morning. I didn't like parting with my money, what little of it was left, but I had no choice. Give him the money for the beer, or return to the Pound.
It didn't take long for me to discover that almost every person who came to the flat had problems with drink or drugs. And the drinking wasn't just heavy drinking, but breakfast drinking as well. The people would begin the days with swigs from a can of strong lager or a bottle of spirits. I liked to drink too but never in the mornings. Still, I drank...
It didn't take long for me to discover that almost every person who came to the flat had problems with drink or drugs. And the drinking wasn't just heavy drinking, but breakfast drinking as well. The people would begin the days with swigs from a can of strong lager or a bottle of spirits. I liked to drink too but never in the mornings. Still, I drank...
#homelessness
#MentalHealth
#risk
21 reads
10 Comments
RiAN
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 11:14am
13th Jun 2021 11:14am
Transcript of the veiled
Trembling train tracks as I glance into the hay hazed fields where horticulture and agriculture meet face to face . In land sliding longitude of gravitating greens where jade and mauve flicker. Into the shimmering light of passing venues
Michelstadt
A place where roman ruins meet a fairytale path when giantess trees seek solace in dawns embrace. Where clouded amber rests on velvet hills. There where the old castle ruins circle around the center. Each romanticism hermetic tale from tongue tied twisted frankincense. Frankensteins castle sleeps in bedazzled hills...
Michelstadt
A place where roman ruins meet a fairytale path when giantess trees seek solace in dawns embrace. Where clouded amber rests on velvet hills. There where the old castle ruins circle around the center. Each romanticism hermetic tale from tongue tied twisted frankincense. Frankensteins castle sleeps in bedazzled hills...
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#uplifting #philosophical
#uplifting #philosophical
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
12th Jun 2021 5:26pm
12th Jun 2021 5:26pm
Norman's Demise
I had an uncle. His name was Norman Greene. He died twenty years ago today on June 12, 2001. He was fifty-six. Norman smoked three or four packs of cigarettes each day. He died of lung cancer. A doctor misdiagnosed Norman. He told Mom that Norman had TB. A few days later, we were informed about the misdiagnosis, and that Norman actually had lung cancer. Norman died about two weeks later.
Norman and I had something in common. Schizophrenia. My type of Schizophrenia is Paranoid Schizophrenia. It's possible that Norman's Schizophrenia was a different type than mine. Norman's...
Norman and I had something in common. Schizophrenia. My type of Schizophrenia is Paranoid Schizophrenia. It's possible that Norman's Schizophrenia was a different type than mine. Norman's...
#death
#MentalHealth
#cancer #nonfiction
#cancer #nonfiction
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