Non-Fiction Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
LiamReeduus
LiamReedus
LiamReedus
Poem Published
10th Sep 2019 8:54pm
10th Sep 2019 8:54pm
Father daughters
Swaying to the music your pretty smiles
We dance like no one else is there
Sipping punch from paper cups
I hope you all know how much i care
You've got everything from your mother
Little angels you always steal my heart
Loving every minute
Had me wrapped around little finger from the start
You both demonstrate your singing skills
Im so glad we got this chance
My hearts a flight
At the father daughter dance
We dance like no one else is there
Sipping punch from paper cups
I hope you all know how much i care
You've got everything from your mother
Little angels you always steal my heart
Loving every minute
Had me wrapped around little finger from the start
You both demonstrate your singing skills
Im so glad we got this chance
My hearts a flight
At the father daughter dance
#happiness
#love
#kindness
#father
#daughter
40 reads
8 Comments
Jiminex
Poem Published
10th Sep 2019 00:29am
10th Sep 2019 00:29am
Purple cups and toy guns
Maddies roadside coffee house
White peppa pig skirt and a blue blouse
The owner served my coffee with pride
Best service i got a hug from the side
Big blue eyes bold puffy blonde curl
Such a sweet little girl
From the corner of my eye
The orange tipped barrel of a .45
Little girl I'll protect if he attacks
In walked a rough hombre Mad Max
This isnt how you want to do this son
Pew last thing i saw was his blazing gun
Apparently Mad Max maybe rough
Maddie proved he wasnt that tough
She dragged him to the ground ...
White peppa pig skirt and a blue blouse
The owner served my coffee with pride
Best service i got a hug from the side
Big blue eyes bold puffy blonde curl
Such a sweet little girl
From the corner of my eye
The orange tipped barrel of a .45
Little girl I'll protect if he attacks
In walked a rough hombre Mad Max
This isnt how you want to do this son
Pew last thing i saw was his blazing gun
Apparently Mad Max maybe rough
Maddie proved he wasnt that tough
She dragged him to the ground ...
#love
#father
#children
#daughter
#son
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AEMelia564
Y
Y
Poem Published
8th Sep 2019 12:03pm
8th Sep 2019 12:03pm
Hypernia (not a game)
As a child I used to ride my bicycle further than my official limits. Any agreement with my parents was slightly over edged. Though I could enjoy my freedom. I over edged because I always liked balancing tightropes being an acrobatic mind. There was a long dull grey road then a side road. Some houses there which sometimes I would give eyes and faces. Once I was there on a late afternoon and a dog fiercely followed me. I fled until I decided to simply tell the dog to go. The dog looked at me seemingly stunned that I had changed my approach. I wasnt "fun to chase anymore" .....
...
...
#misunderstood
#confusion
#freedom #wisdom
#freedom #wisdom
54 reads
5 Comments
XXcrazychickXX
Shon
Shon
Poem Published
7th Sep 2019 7:36am
7th Sep 2019 7:36am
Smile
A million and one tries
And yet you'll still smile
for someone else that isn't me
Like that doesn't hurt
my feelings
And yet you'll still smile
for someone else that isn't me
Like that doesn't hurt
my feelings
#rejection
#boyfriend
#relationships
#frustration
#disappointment
45 reads
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
6th Sep 2019 2:56pm
6th Sep 2019 2:56pm
"....and then, you die" Letter from "dkzk's Great Communications"......Vol: ???
Thank you, _____,
I'm dealing with a personal tragedy that i'm sure is gonna hang with me for the rest of my broke-down life. The death of my dear daughter Leah on July 4th, 2018.
Death of a child, regardless of age, is a whole different grief from that which other deaths cause.
Make long-story short, I have lost 99% of my 'respect' for human life via the way we treat each other collectively.
We will not be "judged" by our self-important "individuality", but will be judged (metaphorically at least), by our behavior as a collective organism. In that respect, we...
I'm dealing with a personal tragedy that i'm sure is gonna hang with me for the rest of my broke-down life. The death of my dear daughter Leah on July 4th, 2018.
Death of a child, regardless of age, is a whole different grief from that which other deaths cause.
Make long-story short, I have lost 99% of my 'respect' for human life via the way we treat each other collectively.
We will not be "judged" by our self-important "individuality", but will be judged (metaphorically at least), by our behavior as a collective organism. In that respect, we...
#depression
#grief
#heartbroken
#death
#LifeStruggles
77 reads
8 Comments
PencilScribbles
Poem Published
5th Sep 2019 10:20pm
5th Sep 2019 10:20pm
10 Things I Hate About You
10) I hate the way you dress, that you don't care about your dirty clothes or torn up shoes
09) I hate the gaps in your yellow-stained teeth
08) I hate that you don't shower every day, that you hair has greasy clumps of yellowish-white flakes
07) I hate that you're stronger than me but more naive
06) I hate that you're a follower, that you accommodate your likes to who you're around
05) I hate that you smoke
04) I hate that you're not doing anything with your life, you stay in the same stupid place...
09) I hate the gaps in your yellow-stained teeth
08) I hate that you don't shower every day, that you hair has greasy clumps of yellowish-white flakes
07) I hate that you're stronger than me but more naive
06) I hate that you're a follower, that you accommodate your likes to who you're around
05) I hate that you smoke
04) I hate that you're not doing anything with your life, you stay in the same stupid place...
#anger
55 reads
2 Comments
LostGirl18
Poem Published
5th Sep 2019 00:08am
5th Sep 2019 00:08am
Now and not then.
Dearest V.
I knew once I saw you.
I hadn’t been underground for 600 days
and 600 nights.
Only God knows how many different aMUSEments
you were dipping your ink into.
Forfeiting all blame
...
I knew once I saw you.
I hadn’t been underground for 600 days
and 600 nights.
Only God knows how many different aMUSEments
you were dipping your ink into.
Forfeiting all blame
...
#SelfDiscovery
195 reads
49 Comments
rabbitquest
AL Dente
AL Dente
Poem Published
1st Sep 2019 6:09pm
1st Sep 2019 6:09pm
date planning
do not masturbate today,
^ sensitivity 4 Alaina -
Screw that,
I'm super anxious
Date for Alaina:
_____________________
-Salmon, blackened
-Bread
-Asparagus, lemon
____________________
-Massage:
Baby lotion,
take time,
head to toe
---Once done:
Ask what she wants me to do:
cuddle,
make love,
have me just go down on her,
have me go away, etc.
-I'm just not sure of my future right now
^ sensitivity 4 Alaina -
Screw that,
I'm super anxious
Date for Alaina:
_____________________
-Salmon, blackened
-Bread
-Asparagus, lemon
____________________
-Massage:
Baby lotion,
take time,
head to toe
---Once done:
Ask what she wants me to do:
cuddle,
make love,
have me just go down on her,
have me go away, etc.
-I'm just not sure of my future right now
#lover
44 reads
2 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
30th Aug 2019 1:25pm
30th Aug 2019 1:25pm
Rebirth
I loved you when you couldn’t love yourself...”
he whispered faintly to the flickering flame of a candle, and there’s a notion of rebirth when I ponder the way he pressed his lips upon mine while our hips crushed against each other in a subtle but needy rolling motion, and I couldn’t help but sigh at the unspoken words that remained fermenting, some decades later.
The memory of one’s touch remains seared upon the memory and we can’t undo what’s been done, and there’s no fun in pining for a love that can never come to fruition when both parties are too stubborn to...
he whispered faintly to the flickering flame of a candle, and there’s a notion of rebirth when I ponder the way he pressed his lips upon mine while our hips crushed against each other in a subtle but needy rolling motion, and I couldn’t help but sigh at the unspoken words that remained fermenting, some decades later.
The memory of one’s touch remains seared upon the memory and we can’t undo what’s been done, and there’s no fun in pining for a love that can never come to fruition when both parties are too stubborn to...
#dreams
#nostalgia
118 reads
7 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Aug 2019 7:33am
30th Aug 2019 7:33am
Night Journey
Night Journey
We pass silently across the dark Mississippi hills. Crimson sunset falls across the trees. Cool piney air blows through the window. Silvery creeks curve off into the blackness with sandbanks pale yellow. Cars flow down hillsides, their headlights blinding me to the shadowy shoulder whizzing by.
Making the night drive from Natchez we listen to new age music as that surreal Mississippi land sweeps by through the void that is at the heart of all, that emptiness that we minor characters in the great play of life pass through on our road to eternal bliss....
We pass silently across the dark Mississippi hills. Crimson sunset falls across the trees. Cool piney air blows through the window. Silvery creeks curve off into the blackness with sandbanks pale yellow. Cars flow down hillsides, their headlights blinding me to the shadowy shoulder whizzing by.
Making the night drive from Natchez we listen to new age music as that surreal Mississippi land sweeps by through the void that is at the heart of all, that emptiness that we minor characters in the great play of life pass through on our road to eternal bliss....
#love
#marriage
#city
#countryside
#night
59 reads
10 Comments
spdred
spidey
spidey
Poem Published
29th Aug 2019 1:43pm
29th Aug 2019 1:43pm
The Garden: Germination
who knew joy came in the form of little green shoots?
.
sometimes the waiting is hard. in all these in-between moments, when the wind quiets and the water settles, my head sinks down into where all the doubt and fear have sedimented.
and there, as time slows down, everything else in my mind speeds up. what if the seeds don't take? what if there are pests? is this enough light? is this too much light? am i giving enough water? am i giving too much? why is this taking so long?
(and i look at the calendar; only three days have passed)
i...
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sometimes the waiting is hard. in all these in-between moments, when the wind quiets and the water settles, my head sinks down into where all the doubt and fear have sedimented.
and there, as time slows down, everything else in my mind speeds up. what if the seeds don't take? what if there are pests? is this enough light? is this too much light? am i giving enough water? am i giving too much? why is this taking so long?
(and i look at the calendar; only three days have passed)
i...
#nature
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RexDurkin
Poem Published
29th Aug 2019 9:28am
29th Aug 2019 9:28am
The magic shop
So the other day I walked by this magic shop
that had a blue neon sign in the front window that said
'Jokes n’ Pranks'
So I go in and the bloke behind the counter says to me
“If ya buy five jokes I’ll chuck in one free prank”
I go “Deal!” and give him the money.
So he writes five jokes down on a piece of paper,
hands it to me and goes “Have a nice day mate.”
I go “Wait a minute, what about my free prank?”
And he goes “I just gave it to ya”
I go “You have?”
He goes “Yeah, y’see all...
that had a blue neon sign in the front window that said
'Jokes n’ Pranks'
So I go in and the bloke behind the counter says to me
“If ya buy five jokes I’ll chuck in one free prank”
I go “Deal!” and give him the money.
So he writes five jokes down on a piece of paper,
hands it to me and goes “Have a nice day mate.”
I go “Wait a minute, what about my free prank?”
And he goes “I just gave it to ya”
I go “You have?”
He goes “Yeah, y’see all...
#fiction
#narrative
#funny #prose
#funny #prose
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