Non-Fiction Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
oiza
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 4:32pm
29th Jan 2025 4:32pm
Fold
Porcelain dreams fold origami-style
While cuckoo clocks count whirlpool blackholes.
While cuckoo clocks count whirlpool blackholes.
#prose
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 3:47pm
29th Jan 2025 3:47pm
Dear J and every other boy
You broke me. It's your fault I don't want to find love, and I don't care if you wanna take responsibility for it.
Because personally, I've moved on. Not completely. Not in the way my body stings from being underloved and undertouched.
But in the sense, that you can't really break me. Because I'm always thriving.
And no one can touch me now.
I'm in God's hands, full of pure light that will win even if I die.
I still love you, J until the end.
And perhaps, that's my biggest mistake.
But I felt safe where I felt safe,...
Because personally, I've moved on. Not completely. Not in the way my body stings from being underloved and undertouched.
But in the sense, that you can't really break me. Because I'm always thriving.
And no one can touch me now.
I'm in God's hands, full of pure light that will win even if I die.
I still love you, J until the end.
And perhaps, that's my biggest mistake.
But I felt safe where I felt safe,...
#ForbiddenLove
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tomyaccusers
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 1:36pm
29th Jan 2025 1:36pm
Compensation
What can I say?
That will do.
That will do.
#gratitude
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 11:01am
29th Jan 2025 11:01am
And now a true story
My childhood friend Kirby and I once hypnotized a frog in the summer of 88. We found a rock on the lake's shoreline that looked like an emerald. We believed the rock had super powers. An hour later, we found the frog. We began rubbing the rock on the top of it's forehead. It was amazing. The frog was hypnotized. (We thought) We weren't sure though on how to unhyptnotize the frog. Instead, we kept the frog and fed it to Kirby's German Sheppard, named Bear. That was the 1st time his dog tasted frog! 'oui oui'
After Bear had lunch, we went inside to see Kirby's Grandma. This old...
After Bear had lunch, we went inside to see Kirby's Grandma. This old...
#childhood
#friendship
#memories
#ShortStory
#summer
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 8:58am
29th Jan 2025 8:58am
I Have Nothing To Lose
I read comments from The Atheist Experience Episode I was on out of curiosity. They thought I deserved to be mocked, but I find atheists' tactics to undermine me are stupid and juvenile. They think it's just a courtesy to treat me nice. No, bitch, it's an honor.
I realize truly what it means to have nothing left to lose. No one's words including theirs can truly hurt the way it used to.
Because I know how intelligent I am and how stupid they are. Where they see black and white, I see grey. I see me trusting my intuition and trusting that I know what I saw- the door...
I realize truly what it means to have nothing left to lose. No one's words including theirs can truly hurt the way it used to.
Because I know how intelligent I am and how stupid they are. Where they see black and white, I see grey. I see me trusting my intuition and trusting that I know what I saw- the door...
#spiritual
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56ApacheLove
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 5:12pm
28th Jan 2025 5:12pm
From One Mother To Another
It's a beautiful gift to watch your children tackle life unbroken when something so broken raised them. Hiding the pain was worth it, and in the moments when I couldn't cope, when I would spill over because it was all just too much, well, I regret not being stronger in those moments. Because in those moments they couldn't understand that part of mom, the war of cycle breaking and the toll it takes on mind body and soul, where I would lay in bed for three or four days crying and praying, praying for God to renew my strength, but never once did I lay a hand on them, never once did I withhold my...
#emotions
#forgiveness
#love #strength
#love #strength
57 reads
2 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 3:22pm
28th Jan 2025 3:22pm
An encounter with The White rabbit, Trindada series part three
She is not a stranger.. Weather one is ready or not for her to appear. Where ever we go we seem to run into her. She slowly begets a functional meaning like the famous white rabbit in the story of Alice in wonderland. This still being one of my all time favorite classical stories. She shows us ways.
Originally from Scotland speaking with her distinct rolling r. When she speaks of the moon she says muin which as far as I know is part of the Celtic ogham Once I looked it up and found out it means prophecy, to advise or teach. These things surely she offers gently flowing as...
Originally from Scotland speaking with her distinct rolling r. When she speaks of the moon she says muin which as far as I know is part of the Celtic ogham Once I looked it up and found out it means prophecy, to advise or teach. These things surely she offers gently flowing as...
#travel
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 11:23am
28th Jan 2025 11:23am
History of the Dutch Rock Scene
So much has been written about the history of rock music. Whether it was the early days of Rock n Roll with the likes of Elvis Presley, Chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis and countless others. Or during the 1960’s with the advent of Surf Music, Motown and the British Invasion. Bands such as the Beach Boys, The Temptations and The Beatles were legendary acts. These artists paved the way for numerous bands to copy their sound as well as to create their own. Not just in England and America, but all over the world.
One country in particular that was influenced by these two countries was The...
One country in particular that was influenced by these two countries was The...
#historical
#music
#nonfiction
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 7:19am
28th Jan 2025 7:19am
My Heart Smiled
I’ve always had a fascination with the automobile. Growing up I loved my Hot Wheels collection above all other toys. Would always look at the stamp on the bottom of the car, so I could learn: make, model, year.
My dad worked on cars for extra money when I was young. He wasn’t a certified mechanic but he knew how to work on them. I even remember he did minor body work, and painted them as well. He pulled engines and transmissions, and other items before taking them off to be crushed.
My favorite car he worked on was a 1968 Mercury Cougar. It was blue and had a...
My dad worked on cars for extra money when I was young. He wasn’t a certified mechanic but he knew how to work on them. I even remember he did minor body work, and painted them as well. He pulled engines and transmissions, and other items before taking them off to be crushed.
My favorite car he worked on was a 1968 Mercury Cougar. It was blue and had a...
#memories
#nostalgia
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tree1325
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tree
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 11:36pm
27th Jan 2025 11:36pm
20 Years
Hey, kiddo.”
I say softly as she walks into view, a warm smile already tugging on my lips. She lifts her head to meet my eyes, tilting it as she observes my face, before suddenly announcing, “You look like Grammy!” I can’t help but chuckle at her response, kneeling down so that we are eye-to-eye. I watch as she takes in my most despised parts, my double chin, thin mouth, and plump cheeks, a mix of curiosity and affection shining in her bright brown eyes.
“I guess so.” I reply quietly, a similar blend of emotions swimming with tears in mine. There are so many things I...
I say softly as she walks into view, a warm smile already tugging on my lips. She lifts her head to meet my eyes, tilting it as she observes my face, before suddenly announcing, “You look like Grammy!” I can’t help but chuckle at her response, kneeling down so that we are eye-to-eye. I watch as she takes in my most despised parts, my double chin, thin mouth, and plump cheeks, a mix of curiosity and affection shining in her bright brown eyes.
“I guess so.” I reply quietly, a similar blend of emotions swimming with tears in mine. There are so many things I...
#childhood
#confessional
#dreams #LifeCycle
#dreams #LifeCycle
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Jade72
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 10:20pm
27th Jan 2025 10:20pm
A mom's despair
I have a child who tried to take his life a couple of years back
There is no larger pain for a mother to know that her son wants to leave this world.
It breaks my heart to know he still thinks about it.
It pains me when he rejects my help or anyone elses for that matter.
He had a wonderful childhood, loving parents and grandparents.
In his younger years, he was such a vibrant and happy kid. I think it all changed when he was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at 5 years old.
He refuses to aknowledge that this disease affects his attitude and...
There is no larger pain for a mother to know that her son wants to leave this world.
It breaks my heart to know he still thinks about it.
It pains me when he rejects my help or anyone elses for that matter.
He had a wonderful childhood, loving parents and grandparents.
In his younger years, he was such a vibrant and happy kid. I think it all changed when he was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at 5 years old.
He refuses to aknowledge that this disease affects his attitude and...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#mother
#suicide
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Particles_Of_HerII
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 8:11am
27th Jan 2025 8:11am
I was once somebody's someone
nak’dly perch’d on the shore
of a cold bathtub,
heart running wild ..
shifting like a small animal
with breaths
coiled
between syllables
and ( I ) it's stolen prey
reaching for an identity,
a calm violence warms my
throat
starv’d, my fingertips stutter
my skin
…blurr'd braille,
Howling her howls
of a cold bathtub,
heart running wild ..
shifting like a small animal
with breaths
coiled
between syllables
and ( I ) it's stolen prey
reaching for an identity,
a calm violence warms my
throat
starv’d, my fingertips stutter
my skin
…blurr'd braille,
Howling her howls
#anxiety
#frustration
#love
#memories
#orgasm
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