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.
Em-ily
Edward_Young
Edward_Young
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:51am
Yesterday 2:51am
Parts from a unified one
also, the Duchess of Newcastle.
#philosophical
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WillSommers
Bumped 25th Sep 2021 10:47pm
21st Sep 2021 1:09am
21st Sep 2021 1:09am
The Last Closing of the Door
I stopped waiting for you a while ago, but even moving on didn't close that door in full.
I should've known why your name was still first on my lips when I felt alone.
But now, even that sliver of little light no longer beckons for me from the other side.
The logical, mature part of me is happy for you.
But that part seems so small next to the chaotic tide that still yearns for you.
I am supposed to ask myself: "Why?"
Why do I still want this impossible dream?
What fears do I have that make my desires so mean?
But I do not ask. I do not wonder. ...
I should've known why your name was still first on my lips when I felt alone.
But now, even that sliver of little light no longer beckons for me from the other side.
The logical, mature part of me is happy for you.
But that part seems so small next to the chaotic tide that still yearns for you.
I am supposed to ask myself: "Why?"
Why do I still want this impossible dream?
What fears do I have that make my desires so mean?
But I do not ask. I do not wonder. ...
#sadness
#regret
#grief
#loneliness
#FeelingLost
32 reads
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shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
25th Sep 2021 5:50pm
25th Sep 2021 5:50pm
Battle Scarred
Evidently, we lost ourselves trying to find one another, and the body count was evident, yet we still couldn’t get it together.
Lost, so hopelessly lost in the secret that became us and neither of us can be held accountable for the perceptions of bystanders whilst they forced themselves into the frame that was never meant for them.
Neither of us can be held accountable for the perceptions others created without a checkpoint to guide them in the right direction whilst feasting upon our energy.
The world is a fucked up place when you intersect with sickly...
Lost, so hopelessly lost in the secret that became us and neither of us can be held accountable for the perceptions of bystanders whilst they forced themselves into the frame that was never meant for them.
Neither of us can be held accountable for the perceptions others created without a checkpoint to guide them in the right direction whilst feasting upon our energy.
The world is a fucked up place when you intersect with sickly...
#love
20 reads
1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
25th Sep 2021 00:41am
25th Sep 2021 00:41am
The Plausible, Is The Feasibly Possible?
Upon a ponderance
About infinity, and beyond...
Got lost, be back soon!
It has been said
That the Universe is expanding
Expanding into what?
I cannot comprehend
An end
As surely space
Has no end?
So far, scientists
Understand about 5%
Of what space is comprised of
How they know it's 5%?
In 50 years, or 500 years
5% may be seen
As vastly over exaggerated
And that the big bang
Was no more
Than equivalent to a farting Squirrel
The rest is merely conjecture
And theory
Based on current...
About infinity, and beyond...
Got lost, be back soon!
It has been said
That the Universe is expanding
Expanding into what?
I cannot comprehend
An end
As surely space
Has no end?
So far, scientists
Understand about 5%
Of what space is comprised of
How they know it's 5%?
In 50 years, or 500 years
5% may be seen
As vastly over exaggerated
And that the big bang
Was no more
Than equivalent to a farting Squirrel
The rest is merely conjecture
And theory
Based on current...
#science
#universe
#funny #surreal
#funny #surreal
7 reads
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RiAN
Poem Published
24th Sep 2021 12:18pm
24th Sep 2021 12:18pm
world wreath
We started at the end.
At the darkest point , we never arrived, soul brushed , bruised and sun blind.
We carried life as an unborn fetus not knowing . The midwife of mourning stood
in the shaded shards weaving her garments of ashes. Molded into molasse where
a carcass lay bare.
Heaven
No one knew if it was inherit to any human,
to any animal, to any bio sphere, of any diaspore.
Into soil and matter was made into beehive of the brain.
Hell is in your eyes
moon
and
I
cry
Hyena
At the darkest point , we never arrived, soul brushed , bruised and sun blind.
We carried life as an unborn fetus not knowing . The midwife of mourning stood
in the shaded shards weaving her garments of ashes. Molded into molasse where
a carcass lay bare.
Heaven
No one knew if it was inherit to any human,
to any animal, to any bio sphere, of any diaspore.
Into soil and matter was made into beehive of the brain.
Hell is in your eyes
moon
and
I
cry
Hyena
#dark
#shadows
#humankind
25 reads
4 Comments
Em-ily
Edward_Young
Edward_Young
Poem Published
24th Sep 2021 6:02am
24th Sep 2021 6:02am
Philosophy 23. Become a member of our society (page two of two)
Unlike La Ner We come to the part where we talk about the middle ground. When we are about to break the rod that divides to the ends, we Give the world of fiction: We know and choose between these extremes of truth, and our consciousness is a complex and moving polarity. If all of these closed and open opposites are combined, we will completely lose our current measure, and this year is our mark. By choosing to cross F between the poles, by Xx and QD, by discernment and neglect, we discard our personality and g In this menu 7 we continually choose our reality. :
Silent,...
Silent,...
#magic
#philosophical
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Em-ily
Edward_Young
Edward_Young
Poem Published
24th Sep 2021 5:59am
24th Sep 2021 5:59am
Philosophy 23. Become a member of our society. (page one of two)
In order for the nature of the universe to exist, we must at least have something else to look at. :
If we can use the language of the line to the image of reality, we can worry about what speed, what kind of movement, what kind of movement we are at. It is possible for a person to get married.
Relate this to nature: Become a member of our society. It seems to be a real, narrow, and effortless process. These are social and ethical as well as:
The tragedy of this change is the fear of extinction, the change of identity, and the change of ego (emotional and...
If we can use the language of the line to the image of reality, we can worry about what speed, what kind of movement, what kind of movement we are at. It is possible for a person to get married.
Relate this to nature: Become a member of our society. It seems to be a real, narrow, and effortless process. These are social and ethical as well as:
The tragedy of this change is the fear of extinction, the change of identity, and the change of ego (emotional and...
#magic
#philosophical
18 reads
2 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
24th Sep 2021 4:28am
24th Sep 2021 4:28am
Forgiveness, and other things…
When I’m silent, I’m in pain. If people want to leave my life by choice, then I keep moving forward as I don’t see the point in trying to convince someone to stay.
I don’t think either of us have a choice so can we talk about this ?! Like, how much time do we have left ?! How much time do I have before it’s too late ?
We should talk about this, it’s what friends do, they talk about these kind of things, and they support one another. I’m here, if you need me, all you have to do is reach out.
I want you to know that I forgive you. ...
I don’t think either of us have a choice so can we talk about this ?! Like, how much time do we have left ?! How much time do I have before it’s too late ?
We should talk about this, it’s what friends do, they talk about these kind of things, and they support one another. I’m here, if you need me, all you have to do is reach out.
I want you to know that I forgive you. ...
#love
#forgiveness
#heartbroken
37 reads
2 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2021 8:21pm
23rd Sep 2021 8:21pm
Some things, are way too risky…
#drugs
#TruthOfLife
#addiction
#honesty
#risk
45 reads
1 Comment
_Skylark_
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2021 6:49pm
23rd Sep 2021 6:49pm
Two-Spirit
Division: a hallucinatory state which does not exist.
#LGBT
#spiritual
15 reads
3 Comments
_Skylark_
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2021 3:26pm
23rd Sep 2021 3:26pm
Death-defying
My husband died during our golden years. We had no photographs then. All I had was a portrait of him and his clothing. Each night I’d lay out an outfit of his on our bed and command he be “ALIVE!” once more. I consecrated this effigy nightly with my tears as I lay beside a cold nothing. Most would have thought me mad for my unwavering certainty that someday he would live again, but there is no impossibility as we’ve both proven. I’ve paid. I’ve paid in tears and you’re home. Eventually my hands ached from writing for survival. How I loathed the valleys time had wrought across my miserable...
#love
#spiritual
#lover
17 reads
2 Comments
cold_fusion
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2021 1:22am
23rd Sep 2021 1:22am
self
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#humankind
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
49 reads
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