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.
HowlingWhelms
Noire
Noire
Poem Published
Today 9:54am
Today 9:54am
on being transparent art: the fourth circle
there's a particular
unmeasurable depth or
fairly humorous....
merely posthumous to be
born with internal
language that’s hard to
hear
simply, i needed to be
translat'd, but the moral
philosophers with their
smooth edged
Occam raz’rs, and inquiries,
constantly insists
once i answer’d
every question with the
same answer:
“it was when that thing
happen and almost
immediately,
i’ uncreated a twine of
years, perhaps, within a ...
unmeasurable depth or
fairly humorous....
merely posthumous to be
born with internal
language that’s hard to
hear
simply, i needed to be
translat'd, but the moral
philosophers with their
smooth edged
Occam raz’rs, and inquiries,
constantly insists
once i answer’d
every question with the
same answer:
“it was when that thing
happen and almost
immediately,
i’ uncreated a twine of
years, perhaps, within a ...
#LifeStruggles
#peace
#satirical #philosophical
#satirical #philosophical
22 reads
dizzzzzzy
616
616
Poem Published
Today 3:02am
Today 3:02am
The tattoo
Years ago
My old friend wanted to tattoo
A black widow on my neck
I looked at him in shock
Kinda puzzled
I didn't understand
Why he would say such things
I always wondered what he meant by it.
Now I laugh to myself and think
Oh now I get it.
I guess it's for some days when I feel waspy.
My old friend wanted to tattoo
A black widow on my neck
I looked at him in shock
Kinda puzzled
I didn't understand
Why he would say such things
I always wondered what he meant by it.
Now I laugh to myself and think
Oh now I get it.
I guess it's for some days when I feel waspy.
#love
#motivational
#TimeHeals #respect
#TimeHeals #respect
21 reads
4 Comments
Harold-Weathervein
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:38pm
Yesterday 4:38pm
"17 divided by 28"
point six something. point sixty-one?'
I'm not really sure how this game got started.
I think she was just playing with the calculator on her or phone or something.
She probably remembered me saying how much I hated math but was sort of good at it.
I've said that a lot to way to many people.
"Hey! Look at you! Try...."
'ugh i'm hungry.'
"3650 divided by 7"
'five-hundred and twenty one or something. is there a water fountain near by?'
"Wait. How did you get that so fast?"
'Its the same as weeks in a year. fifty two....
I'm not really sure how this game got started.
I think she was just playing with the calculator on her or phone or something.
She probably remembered me saying how much I hated math but was sort of good at it.
I've said that a lot to way to many people.
"Hey! Look at you! Try...."
'ugh i'm hungry.'
"3650 divided by 7"
'five-hundred and twenty one or something. is there a water fountain near by?'
"Wait. How did you get that so fast?"
'Its the same as weeks in a year. fifty two....
#dialogue
#travel
#confusion #luck
#confusion #luck
10 reads
0 Comments
Michael_Goodridge
M-Goodridge
M-Goodridge
Poem Published
14th Oct 2019 11:23pm
14th Oct 2019 11:23pm
Grande (The end of a new beginning)
Cold wind blows on a chilly evening in Grande
you only see what your heart could never feel
your cold heart's frozen eyes wide shot no emotion
I wish I could be the one to melt your fragile heart's
frozen to keep what's left of broken pieces together
open your mind take my love let our heart beat as one
I desire you to give yourself to me only you hold the key
If I lose you my heart won't be shattered beyond preserving
I feel so alone even when you were here with me
as the universe comforts me in my solitude I still miss you
don't waste...
you only see what your heart could never feel
your cold heart's frozen eyes wide shot no emotion
I wish I could be the one to melt your fragile heart's
frozen to keep what's left of broken pieces together
open your mind take my love let our heart beat as one
I desire you to give yourself to me only you hold the key
If I lose you my heart won't be shattered beyond preserving
I feel so alone even when you were here with me
as the universe comforts me in my solitude I still miss you
don't waste...
#BestFriend
#relationships
#death #UnrequitedLove
#death #UnrequitedLove
23 reads
0 Comments
LokiOfLiterati
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 10:49pm
13th Oct 2019 10:49pm
Writer's block
Don’t accept writer’s block. There’s always more to talk about, even if it doesn’t feel important to you. That’s ego speaking, trying to judge what’s arising as being not as sacred or valuable in that moment. Every moment passes and most of our existence we’re silent, we’re compost, we’re Earth. For less than 1% of our time on this planet do we exist as conscious life forms. All thoughts are unique in that they form the stitching of our life-quilts. To judge the lines on the map is as foolish as arguing with the weather. The lines represent the landscape. The map is not the territory....
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#StreamOfConsciousness
24 reads
0 Comments
LostGirl18
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 1:03am
13th Oct 2019 1:03am
Thankful
It's Thanksgiving bitch.
I don't need no turkey.
No cranberry sauce out tha can.
No damn pumpkin pie.
Me and ma squad..
gonna hit up a Chick-Fil-A.
Get tha bird with tha special sauce..
thick brown gravy.. ...
I don't need no turkey.
No cranberry sauce out tha can.
No damn pumpkin pie.
Me and ma squad..
gonna hit up a Chick-Fil-A.
Get tha bird with tha special sauce..
thick brown gravy.. ...
#happiness
#love
#gratitude
68 reads
AUSTSTEYR
Poem Published
12th Oct 2019 1:47pm
12th Oct 2019 1:47pm
Bloodline (Chapter 1)
At last; they were reunited in bloodshed. Multiple armed robberies and a death count of 12 innocents and 6 police officers Sitting together, in the court room, as the charges were proven, the District Attorney representing the state of New South Wales of the Commonwealth of Australia argued for all four men to be convicted for life, the Judge agreed, hammering home the Cudgel, sentencing all four men to life in prison, the charges irreconcilable...
Some years earlier...
The four men, especially their ringleader John Cresswell Coughran, found gratification in the murders...
Some years earlier...
The four men, especially their ringleader John Cresswell Coughran, found gratification in the murders...
#murder
19 reads
1 Comment
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 9:17pm
11th Oct 2019 9:17pm
Exausted Homonyms
I've been doing this half my life,
from this point on,
claimed majority,
though the constant writer's blocks might even the score,
as they scrounge the depths for freshness.
So here it seems i always am,
perplexed to express,
for i've never known.
Spinal cord dipped in ink.
trapped in style, i tell myself, of lesser descriptions,
self-convinced that fixated patterns of rhyming pose challenge with their limitations.
Limitations as just that.
It's been so long, it's become routine,
to fiend,
it seems, ...
from this point on,
claimed majority,
though the constant writer's blocks might even the score,
as they scrounge the depths for freshness.
So here it seems i always am,
perplexed to express,
for i've never known.
Spinal cord dipped in ink.
trapped in style, i tell myself, of lesser descriptions,
self-convinced that fixated patterns of rhyming pose challenge with their limitations.
Limitations as just that.
It's been so long, it's become routine,
to fiend,
it seems, ...
#LifeAsAWriter
18 reads
5 Comments
anonymouslyhere
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 12:53pm
11th Oct 2019 12:53pm
A Longing for Autumn
There hasn't been a cloud in the sky
For three weeks or so
I suppose for most this is kind of nice
Nothing of darkness from the heavens
It almost looks like an early autumn
With the leaves falling so early
Though it is from heat and drought
I scarcely remember what rain feels like
I know it makes me more comfortable
It is when I do most of my dreaming
Sitting near a window listening to drops
Bounce off the rooftop and puddle below
The cold also would be welcome, it seems exciting
A stiff breeze against...
For three weeks or so
I suppose for most this is kind of nice
Nothing of darkness from the heavens
It almost looks like an early autumn
With the leaves falling so early
Though it is from heat and drought
I scarcely remember what rain feels like
I know it makes me more comfortable
It is when I do most of my dreaming
Sitting near a window listening to drops
Bounce off the rooftop and puddle below
The cold also would be welcome, it seems exciting
A stiff breeze against...
#love
#fall
31 reads
6 Comments
LadyB
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 1:32am
11th Oct 2019 1:32am
PLUS CHANGE
You make $15hr you should not be poor they say...
Excuse me if I offend anyone for what I am about to say
But it must be said,
I search for places daily that has a good school district and low crime rate. Of course, with my budget of $15hr plus change that limits the two most important things for me. You know where I am going with this...Some people are comfortable living in certain environments. Unfortunately, I am not one of those people. I cry myself to sleep every night because I work soo hard to even make what I'm making now and I still can't...
Excuse me if I offend anyone for what I am about to say
But it must be said,
I search for places daily that has a good school district and low crime rate. Of course, with my budget of $15hr plus change that limits the two most important things for me. You know where I am going with this...Some people are comfortable living in certain environments. Unfortunately, I am not one of those people. I cry myself to sleep every night because I work soo hard to even make what I'm making now and I still can't...
#corruption
#money
#poverty
35 reads
5 Comments
tomyaccusers
Poem Published
10th Oct 2019 12:11pm
10th Oct 2019 12:11pm
Oh.. By the way..
Regarding the "facebook missing person" article.
Thank you for all your names.
Yes, I have researched you.
All.
Thank you for all your names.
Yes, I have researched you.
All.
#anger
20 reads
dizzzzzzy
616
616
Poem Published
10th Oct 2019 3:19am
10th Oct 2019 3:19am
After I get up
I must wander
To the gates of hell
Is where I found u
I close my eyes
I picture u sitting there
With your stick
Stirring the pot
Knowing and waiting
If it's time
To acknowledge
And take my title
Because now I must find them.
To the gates of hell
Is where I found u
I close my eyes
I picture u sitting there
With your stick
Stirring the pot
Knowing and waiting
If it's time
To acknowledge
And take my title
Because now I must find them.
#respect
59 reads
6 Comments
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