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.
Particles_Of_HerII
Poem Published
Today 4:37am
Today 4:37am
of borrowed flesh
What wil become of you and me
besidest he photons full of
memories
Life is the school that teaches how
time is the fire in which we
burn
Between boubony and blackberri
notes
What is this is the self, that ommits
displays?
What am i now_ that i was then?
An afterthought
she said:
"you know, i was given words that weren’t
meant for me”
then she looks at me and says:
if you ever do that to me, t’ll leave me .
..(sighing)) ..skinless
besidest he photons full of
memories
Life is the school that teaches how
time is the fire in which we
burn
Between boubony and blackberri
notes
What is this is the self, that ommits
displays?
What am i now_ that i was then?
An afterthought
she said:
"you know, i was given words that weren’t
meant for me”
then she looks at me and says:
if you ever do that to me, t’ll leave me .
..(sighing)) ..skinless
#love
#grief
#dark
#heartbroken
#bittersweet
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LokiOfLiterati
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:21pm
Yesterday 7:21pm
Pages torn from a hustler's journal: 14
If China and the U.S. form a strong economic partnership, how much will our culture change from adopting their legislative practices? China is the ultimate social laboratory gone off the rails. No regulations, no stopping, no checks and balances, just a system designed for infinite growth, replicating itself and improving at a killer refresh rate. It’s like the national version of Moore’s Law in effect, with memory speed and capacity doubling every 6 months. America will mimic what China does. Whatever they’re doing in China they’ll do over here in 20 years. There’s no way our leaders aren’t...
#power
#America
#MentalHealth #dirty
#MentalHealth #dirty
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Sartoris
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:44pm
Yesterday 1:44pm
Maxim, VII.
Many are unmoved by sincerity, until they can display their own.
#prose
#minimalist
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2 Comments
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:34am
Yesterday 2:34am
history offiction
enter the Bulldogs, all imports, but no surprise for Tim. Tomatoes. He was told to pass all of his money to U. Riprngngleleitit, but he declined. The title for the first born in my Latin version is called Bebeen Bell.
There are six Moravians with a beautiful crown in one book.
How happy is Friedrich! And how did he become a real dog? I ask the question, first of all, because it exists in the history of fiction to this day.
After the bombing in Mohren, the savior of the shining church, how sealed Hannah is, she jumps into the...
There are six Moravians with a beautiful crown in one book.
How happy is Friedrich! And how did he become a real dog? I ask the question, first of all, because it exists in the history of fiction to this day.
After the bombing in Mohren, the savior of the shining church, how sealed Hannah is, she jumps into the...
#books
#fiction
#historical #nonfiction
#historical #nonfiction
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eroseternal
Tim Eros
Tim Eros
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:23am
Yesterday 2:23am
The Death of a Poet
When I was young, I attempted suicide. Everyone told me that this is all temporary. They said life will get better and the good times will be worth the hard times. This includes doctors, pastors, friends, family members . . everyone. When I got older, I attempted again and failed. I woke in a puddle of blood. After a short stay in a hospital, I was once again released into the circle to fend for myself.
I don't know why my life seems hard, but the good times are certainly not worth the hard times. I do stupid things. I hurt people accidentally, I attempt to meet my...
I don't know why my life seems hard, but the good times are certainly not worth the hard times. I do stupid things. I hurt people accidentally, I attempt to meet my...
#identity
#death
#suicide
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2 Comments
0UTPUT_a_AURA
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:20am
Yesterday 2:20am
Let me down
Take a little time
To forget what I just said
Pull a drag off my cigarette
just to get heat in my head
Body language confusing words
Distractions bypass Confessing
what I wanted to hear first
News from some dude
Claimed he had her
All the kisses
and make believe
Won’t convince or
make me believe
When I hear it from you
I’ll leave
Just let me down Now
So I can go home
Please just let me down Now
So I can move on
for now I’ll just stay here
afraid I’m only happy ...
To forget what I just said
Pull a drag off my cigarette
just to get heat in my head
Body language confusing words
Distractions bypass Confessing
what I wanted to hear first
News from some dude
Claimed he had her
All the kisses
and make believe
Won’t convince or
make me believe
When I hear it from you
I’ll leave
Just let me down Now
So I can go home
Please just let me down Now
So I can move on
for now I’ll just stay here
afraid I’m only happy ...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeChangingMoment
#separation
#bittersweet
#manipulation
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0UTPUT_a_AURA
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:48am
Yesterday 1:48am
Innocent
With these sins within my mind
I find it so very hard to find
positive thoughts that I had of mine
Synthetic smiles,
Underestimated lies,
predictable lines I said to find
Out if you’ll leave me alone
innocence it’s so artificial
It makes no sense
Why I missed you
You Asked for help
Said i can’t do it
Now I’m alone
The Feelings are gone
Time took too long
What I was feeling was wrong
praying on clocks but it’s still so slow
so I can go and sleep among
These dreams that are only mine ...
I find it so very hard to find
positive thoughts that I had of mine
Synthetic smiles,
Underestimated lies,
predictable lines I said to find
Out if you’ll leave me alone
innocence it’s so artificial
It makes no sense
Why I missed you
You Asked for help
Said i can’t do it
Now I’m alone
The Feelings are gone
Time took too long
What I was feeling was wrong
praying on clocks but it’s still so slow
so I can go and sleep among
These dreams that are only mine ...
#conflict
#betrayal
#MovingOn
#acceptance
#manipulation
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Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
26th Mar 2020 11:41pm
26th Mar 2020 11:41pm
By Word
By word
s about young Frankfurt doctor Heinrich Hoffmann at night in 1844 when he wanted to baptize his three-year-old son Carl a picture book, he found one among all those that the bookseller put in for him, based on your demands for easy comprehension. When he got home, he brought a notebook with him, which he handed over to his wife with the words: "Here I have what we need", and to the astonished exclamation: "This is an empty notebook!
he replied: "Yes, but I want to make a picture book for the boy myself." It was not for nothing that Hoffmann should learn to...
s about young Frankfurt doctor Heinrich Hoffmann at night in 1844 when he wanted to baptize his three-year-old son Carl a picture book, he found one among all those that the bookseller put in for him, based on your demands for easy comprehension. When he got home, he brought a notebook with him, which he handed over to his wife with the words: "Here I have what we need", and to the astonished exclamation: "This is an empty notebook!
he replied: "Yes, but I want to make a picture book for the boy myself." It was not for nothing that Hoffmann should learn to...
#love
#romantic
#books
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WillSommers
Poem Published
26th Mar 2020 11:35pm
26th Mar 2020 11:35pm
A last goodbye
Dearest,
I would write your name, but if you know me, there is only one person that I would call that.
As of today, I think I officially lost the right to ever call you that again. I am genuinely so very joyful to know that you are finding purpose, happiness, and even love.
But here’s the thing. The thing that I’ve written down a hundred times already. The thing that I’ve sung more times than I can count.
I love you, still.
From the moment I first saw you at Schiphol, and until the moment my heart stops, I have loved you and...
I would write your name, but if you know me, there is only one person that I would call that.
As of today, I think I officially lost the right to ever call you that again. I am genuinely so very joyful to know that you are finding purpose, happiness, and even love.
But here’s the thing. The thing that I’ve written down a hundred times already. The thing that I’ve sung more times than I can count.
I love you, still.
From the moment I first saw you at Schiphol, and until the moment my heart stops, I have loved you and...
#MovingOn
#emotional
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Sartoris
Poem Published
26th Mar 2020 2:31pm
26th Mar 2020 2:31pm
Maxim, VI.
Sometimes what is unpleasant can be more sublime than discretion.
#prose
#minimalist
20 reads
4 Comments
Whipped
Diz
Diz
Poem Published
26th Mar 2020 7:36am
26th Mar 2020 7:36am
They dont like it when I speak
And I say
Unless i have full disclosure
How can I comment
Correctly
im not here to validate your lies
This is a love story
Motherfucker
Get it right
Unless i have full disclosure
How can I comment
Correctly
im not here to validate your lies
This is a love story
Motherfucker
Get it right
#TimeHeals
44 reads
7 Comments
Frustrated_prole
Poem Published
24th Mar 2020 6:58pm
24th Mar 2020 6:58pm
Teach them to enjoy Books
I was thinking about all the parents who are worried about their kids not getting an education when they are in self isolation. I have no kids of my own but my friends have new families. I grew up surrounded by teachers and the one thing they impressed upon me was to learn to enjoy reading. Reading is difficult especially if you have dyslexia, but its not impossible. I would say get them reading books appropriate to their age. The great classics of child fiction have many lessons within, and so does Harry Potter. Kids that are kept inside for their safety may benefit from reading anything....
#reading
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