Non-Fiction Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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.
Jadedembers
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:43pm
Yesterday 1:43pm
Lost Person
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#wisdom #SelfWorth
#wisdom #SelfWorth
12 reads
4 Comments
MJ-SWIM
M.J S.W.I.M
M.J S.W.I.M
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 2:35pm
27th Jan 2020 2:35pm
King of the road
The rain beads up on the glass
Drags itself back as we pass
Thirty-five, forty-five, fifty-five and up
Up to a hundred twenty and such
One-twenty-five, one-thirty five and up
The air splits to make way for us
And we are the kings of this black road
Coal dust and asphalt is our abode
Drags itself back as we pass
Thirty-five, forty-five, fifty-five and up
Up to a hundred twenty and such
One-twenty-five, one-thirty five and up
The air splits to make way for us
And we are the kings of this black road
Coal dust and asphalt is our abode
#rain
#cars
11 reads
2 Comments
JaiVagabond
R.M.G.
R.M.G.
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 6:16am
27th Jan 2020 6:16am
Up to task
I have been selected. I carve my path through these jungles, machete in hand. My tools are sharp. I am up to task.
My feet hit the ground in time, but not as a slave to the clock. I am not Ceasar's servant. I am a tramp with a vagabond heart.
I am transient. I am homefree. I follow the signs in front of me. Never looking behind. I am present. I am now. I let go.
My love is like no other. No one shall define it for me. It is of source. I revel in awe. Free to do what I choose, I now attest for what I do. I will gladly play the roles the gods have given me. I am a participant,...
My feet hit the ground in time, but not as a slave to the clock. I am not Ceasar's servant. I am a tramp with a vagabond heart.
I am transient. I am homefree. I follow the signs in front of me. Never looking behind. I am present. I am now. I let go.
My love is like no other. No one shall define it for me. It is of source. I revel in awe. Free to do what I choose, I now attest for what I do. I will gladly play the roles the gods have given me. I am a participant,...
#strength
#courage
#spiritual
#freedom
#SelfDiscovery
11 reads
0 Comments
BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
26th Jan 2020 11:02pm
26th Jan 2020 11:02pm
"A Giant" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 26/1/2020
We've Lost Another Giant ... !!!
We've Lost Another Giant ... !!!
The One And Only ...
... Kobe Bryant ... !!!!!!!
His Daughter Too ...
As Well As Seven More ... !!!
I Feel Cold Like SORES ...
To Now Know That Kobe ...
Won't Be Seen Anymore ... !!!
It's Such A Shame ...
For Him To Pass This Way ...
At Such A Young Age ...
What Can A Fan Say ...
His Game Amazed ...
In SO MANY Ways ...
And He Went Through A LOT ...
To Get To ... The TOP ...
...
We've Lost Another Giant ... !!!
The One And Only ...
... Kobe Bryant ... !!!!!!!
His Daughter Too ...
As Well As Seven More ... !!!
I Feel Cold Like SORES ...
To Now Know That Kobe ...
Won't Be Seen Anymore ... !!!
It's Such A Shame ...
For Him To Pass This Way ...
At Such A Young Age ...
What Can A Fan Say ...
His Game Amazed ...
In SO MANY Ways ...
And He Went Through A LOT ...
To Get To ... The TOP ...
...
#death
#silence
#TruthOfLife
34 reads
5 Comments
Fiftysevenhours
.Quercus.
.Quercus.
Poem Published
26th Jan 2020 11:12am
26th Jan 2020 11:12am
Through the mire..
Fresh from the drawn curtains of a pastel dawn
The sun hides behind the massing clouds of day
Water lapsed legs are rubbed in the velvet of silt
Giving way to the fray and territory of notion
In a sense a dressed devotion;
The now is where we stand before
This time, this here, is all we have..
The past behind the futures advance
That fucking met-a-phorical door..
It’s frame is barred in the intern of an open floor
As we set what rises in its wrapping
The present is the moments gift
A man, his dog, wet boots, and...
The sun hides behind the massing clouds of day
Water lapsed legs are rubbed in the velvet of silt
Giving way to the fray and territory of notion
In a sense a dressed devotion;
The now is where we stand before
This time, this here, is all we have..
The past behind the futures advance
That fucking met-a-phorical door..
It’s frame is barred in the intern of an open floor
As we set what rises in its wrapping
The present is the moments gift
A man, his dog, wet boots, and...
#strength
#sun
#clouds
#nature
#nonfiction
17 reads
2 Comments
jmerrick73
Poem Published
25th Jan 2020 12:18pm
25th Jan 2020 12:18pm
Thinking of..........
You know how certain songs strike up a memory of a time,place or a person from your life ?
I'm sorry i didn't get my shit together as long as we have known each other. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me for the fool I've been?
I haven't had much happiness in my entire life. But i was very happy 😁to have met you and to be your friend.
My unhappiness has been brought about by all the deaths of my family and friends. I've tried many times to allow happiness to stay within me. It's just not possible. I have too much hurt in my soul. I'm not...
I'm sorry i didn't get my shit together as long as we have known each other. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me for the fool I've been?
I haven't had much happiness in my entire life. But i was very happy 😁to have met you and to be your friend.
My unhappiness has been brought about by all the deaths of my family and friends. I've tried many times to allow happiness to stay within me. It's just not possible. I have too much hurt in my soul. I'm not...
#memories
#nostalgia
16 reads
2 Comments
hanagara
Poem Published
24th Jan 2020 9:58pm
24th Jan 2020 9:58pm
Cheeky
Come alive, overlook, think about this.
Since Christianity has a firm skeleton of "kindness for man", there is no reason to say about kindness from the beginning.
Buddhism and Christianity,
Get back to each.
"Living for people" is a
long journey.
"I'm just alive and doing something for the people."
That's a good answer.
To live is to concentrate on that.
So sometimes I can live upside down.
Not sweet.
Enjoy it and be accepted by people.
We must...
Since Christianity has a firm skeleton of "kindness for man", there is no reason to say about kindness from the beginning.
Buddhism and Christianity,
Get back to each.
"Living for people" is a
long journey.
"I'm just alive and doing something for the people."
That's a good answer.
To live is to concentrate on that.
So sometimes I can live upside down.
Not sweet.
Enjoy it and be accepted by people.
We must...
#happiness
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0 Comments
Whipped
Diz
Diz
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2020 10:17pm
23rd Jan 2020 10:17pm
Mounting?
Over a fireplace?
No,no,no
(I could see me having to knock on 3 different doors with that hideous shit eating grin on my face saying "hey I need some help lifting this!!)
I'm a different breed......silly
Now in front of one? Wellllll...
That's a whole nother story...
ᕙ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕗᕙ(͡°‿ ͡°)ᕗᕙ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕗ
No,no,no
(I could see me having to knock on 3 different doors with that hideous shit eating grin on my face saying "hey I need some help lifting this!!)
I'm a different breed......silly
Now in front of one? Wellllll...
That's a whole nother story...
ᕙ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕗᕙ(͡°‿ ͡°)ᕗᕙ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕗ
#kindness
#strength
#motivational #respect
#motivational #respect
45 reads
4 Comments
TyrannicalWorm
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2020 4:05am
23rd Jan 2020 4:05am
A Drink with Bukowski
If you’re expecting a poem, this isn’t it.
It might not even be prose… I don’t know.
as I write,
a combination of bourbon and rye
with a foamy Guinness finish
is lapping against the walls of my stomach;
I’m intoxicated, and I feel good…
but I digress.
I just want to share the experience.
Anyway, there I was in a Skid Row bar
enjoying my whiskey when I overheard
a conversation.
Bukowski was mentioned.
I happened to have a copy of
‘The People Look Like Flowers at Last’
in my bag, and I -...
It might not even be prose… I don’t know.
as I write,
a combination of bourbon and rye
with a foamy Guinness finish
is lapping against the walls of my stomach;
I’m intoxicated, and I feel good…
but I digress.
I just want to share the experience.
Anyway, there I was in a Skid Row bar
enjoying my whiskey when I overheard
a conversation.
Bukowski was mentioned.
I happened to have a copy of
‘The People Look Like Flowers at Last’
in my bag, and I -...
#CharlesBukowski
28 reads
1 Comment
The_Starstruck
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2020 10:03pm
22nd Jan 2020 10:03pm
Diary 1
I wonder what's its like without PTSD. Is it calmer? Are there less shadows or are they just different ones? Can you walk down the street without peering over your shoulder at every sound? Waiting until he shows his face to you and finish what was started. Do you live without thinking of all the ways someone could attack you. How no one would help you.I suppose I will likely never know. Unable to shake off the constant sludge of this disease and walking through life desperately pretending to not see the darkness in your eyes every time you pass a mirror. Maybe I'll ask my dad
#memories
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
20 reads
0 Comments
Whipped
Diz
Diz
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2020 3:09pm
22nd Jan 2020 3:09pm
Just so we are on the same page
My comments are never personal
Only written by the words on the page
Never knowing what lies behind the profile
So if you feel anger
Remember that
But remember this. At least when I was through those doors
I am real
So don't come at me with anything less
Only written by the words on the page
Never knowing what lies behind the profile
So if you feel anger
Remember that
But remember this. At least when I was through those doors
I am real
So don't come at me with anything less
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#luck #morality
#luck #morality
46 reads
2 Comments
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