Non-Fiction Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
Possibly, Maybe
I may kill my wife
she causes me pain & strife
tells me I can't write
she causes me pain & strife
tells me I can't write
#haiku
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter #nonfiction
#LifeAsAWriter #nonfiction
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I love you
I love u baby
You are my love affair
You are my beginning
And end tonight
I chase you darling
I need to see your face on the crowd.
You are my love affair
You are my beginning
And end tonight
I chase you darling
I need to see your face on the crowd.
#confessional
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I was the bye bye baby
I was the bye bye baby
until I met Darsi.
until I met Darsi.
#confessional
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Society of the Snow Tribute
(May contain possible film spoilers. Please forgive me for this.)
Tonight I watched Society of the Snow on Netflix with my daughter.
I'm still reeling from it. I've never wept so much after watching a film. The tears poured out of me and did not seem to cease.
It's important that I try to say what I'm about to say. At least for myself alone. Even my daughter encouraged me to write this, to try to express the deep sense of grief I feel.
I can't stop thinking about this film. I keep seeing its harrowing, indelible images in my mind.
I...
Tonight I watched Society of the Snow on Netflix with my daughter.
I'm still reeling from it. I've never wept so much after watching a film. The tears poured out of me and did not seem to cease.
It's important that I try to say what I'm about to say. At least for myself alone. Even my daughter encouraged me to write this, to try to express the deep sense of grief I feel.
I can't stop thinking about this film. I keep seeing its harrowing, indelible images in my mind.
I...
#admiration
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I could imagine
I could imagine any kind of world
But not a world without artists.
But not a world without artists.
#confessional
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Its been fun...
So the idea was to get me sectioned.
The idea was to get me car-less therefore house bound.
The idea was to socially isolate me.
The idea was to see me in court.
The idea was to get me fined for 14 counts of breach of the peace or incarcerated.
The idea was to prosecute me for;
“Perverting the course of justice and witness intimidation are serious offences that undermine the administration of justice by falsely accusing people or withholding crucial evidence thus potentially damaging police investigations and wasting courts'...
The idea was to get me car-less therefore house bound.
The idea was to socially isolate me.
The idea was to see me in court.
The idea was to get me fined for 14 counts of breach of the peace or incarcerated.
The idea was to prosecute me for;
“Perverting the course of justice and witness intimidation are serious offences that undermine the administration of justice by falsely accusing people or withholding crucial evidence thus potentially damaging police investigations and wasting courts'...
#ThrillSeeking
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Corner
I played all the characters of the world for my boyfriend
The world was my playground
And I played all of them.
The world is a disco for me
Wherever I am.
I just got that beat.
In this nasty
Shaby corner.
Right now.
The world was my playground
And I played all of them.
The world is a disco for me
Wherever I am.
I just got that beat.
In this nasty
Shaby corner.
Right now.
#confessional
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Callie's Journals and Her Husband's Trust
March 21, 2024
This morning I’m holding Callie's journal, given to me by her grieving husband. I feel the weight of her absence as I begin to read her words. Memories of her vibrant life flood my mind. Callie lived fiercely (some would say wildly) embracing love in its many forms. Yet, in her faithful union with her husband of six years, she found solace and completeness.
As I sift through the pages, I'm struck by the intimacy and honesty of her thoughts. It’s a testament to her trust in me that he's passed this treasure into my hands. All her life passions, most...
This morning I’m holding Callie's journal, given to me by her grieving husband. I feel the weight of her absence as I begin to read her words. Memories of her vibrant life flood my mind. Callie lived fiercely (some would say wildly) embracing love in its many forms. Yet, in her faithful union with her husband of six years, she found solace and completeness.
As I sift through the pages, I'm struck by the intimacy and honesty of her thoughts. It’s a testament to her trust in me that he's passed this treasure into my hands. All her life passions, most...
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
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My boyfriend
My boyfriend
And all the adventures I did for him.
I can not say bye bye to you my loved one
My dear
I can not see another one next to you
On that table
I am not that of a territorial creature
Not been that jealous until recently
But I just can't
I just need you
I want to be there by your side.
Please let me be there
Let it be me by your side.
Oh please
No bye bye.
And all the adventures I did for him.
I can not say bye bye to you my loved one
My dear
I can not see another one next to you
On that table
I am not that of a territorial creature
Not been that jealous until recently
But I just can't
I just need you
I want to be there by your side.
Please let me be there
Let it be me by your side.
Oh please
No bye bye.
#confessional
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Quantum God
I wonder whether the quantum god
Would ever get confused
And get surprised
At what these humans are capable
And have fantasy to do
There is the thrill of infinity in here
In this planet
In this land
There is so much to do
And it warms you up
And it fires
It is the thrill of infinity in here
For God's sake
There is so much to do
This human and his box of memories
I lament all the boyfriends
I have left
And have left me tonight.
Burberry.
Would ever get confused
And get surprised
At what these humans are capable
And have fantasy to do
There is the thrill of infinity in here
In this planet
In this land
There is so much to do
And it warms you up
And it fires
It is the thrill of infinity in here
For God's sake
There is so much to do
This human and his box of memories
I lament all the boyfriends
I have left
And have left me tonight.
Burberry.
#SelfDiscovery
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Oppressed
Imagine
Being in whatever your favourite place is
Living in constant fear
That a bomb
May land on you
At any given moment
Night, or day
Day in, day out
Week in, week out
Whilst the entire infrastructure
Of where you live
Is gradually, and brutally
Eradicated
Little, or no food, or water
No medicines, for your son, or daughter
As the country you were born in
Becomes a wasteland
As clouds of oppression
Rains down on you daily
Where countries that could help you
Don't
As they have a vested...
Being in whatever your favourite place is
Living in constant fear
That a bomb
May land on you
At any given moment
Night, or day
Day in, day out
Week in, week out
Whilst the entire infrastructure
Of where you live
Is gradually, and brutally
Eradicated
Little, or no food, or water
No medicines, for your son, or daughter
As the country you were born in
Becomes a wasteland
As clouds of oppression
Rains down on you daily
Where countries that could help you
Don't
As they have a vested...
#murder
#oppression
#war #HumanRights
#war #HumanRights
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Grocery Shopping
I’m hosting a new life within me and so it surprises me when men look approvingly at my swollen shape. This happened on Saturday while I was at the grocery store.
As I strolled down the aisle of the grocery store, I noticed a man eyeing me intently. His gaze lingered a little longer than usual, and I could feel his admiration from across the produce section.
I felt him coming closer and he said, "Excuse me, miss. I hope you don't mind me saying, but you look absolutely radiant."
I smiled politely, feeling a mix of discomfort at stately tone and...
As I strolled down the aisle of the grocery store, I noticed a man eyeing me intently. His gaze lingered a little longer than usual, and I could feel his admiration from across the produce section.
I felt him coming closer and he said, "Excuse me, miss. I hope you don't mind me saying, but you look absolutely radiant."
I smiled politely, feeling a mix of discomfort at stately tone and...
#admiration
#pregnancy
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DU Poetry : Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters (Page 2)