Non-Fiction Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
Lozzamus
Poem Published
11th Jun 2021 10:58pm
11th Jun 2021 10:58pm
Homeless, The First Time
I arrived in London a few hours later and began to panic, overwhelmed by the crowds and the noise. A siren wailed nearby and a police vehicle pulled to a halt. I felt truly lost, mesmerised by the speed of the city and the officers attending to an incident on the opposite corner of the street.
My first attempt at living in London lasted just seven weeks. Within days, the tentative arrangement I'd made fell through and I found myself homeless, on the way to a shelter for homeless people, not what I'd hoped for. By now, the cacophony of grim neighbourhoods had begun to drain me,...
My first attempt at living in London lasted just seven weeks. Within days, the tentative arrangement I'd made fell through and I found myself homeless, on the way to a shelter for homeless people, not what I'd hoped for. By now, the cacophony of grim neighbourhoods had begun to drain me,...
#anxiety
#homelessness
#poverty
25 reads
11 Comments
4Her411
Poem Published
11th Jun 2021 6:48am
11th Jun 2021 6:48am
Happy anniversary to my everything
Happy anniversary to my everything
Through out the years I've expressed to you
depth of my love and the need of yours
your need now exceeds that I dreamed
a strong and lasting love I valued
now rings true in a love you find greater value
that surprised you in the joy your own love brings
to seeing the depth how much you care for me
now you don't always have to say it
the way you show it brings essence
my love has changed for you as well
its become more develop and more mature
does my mood swing make you what maturity ...
Through out the years I've expressed to you
depth of my love and the need of yours
your need now exceeds that I dreamed
a strong and lasting love I valued
now rings true in a love you find greater value
that surprised you in the joy your own love brings
to seeing the depth how much you care for me
now you don't always have to say it
the way you show it brings essence
my love has changed for you as well
its become more develop and more mature
does my mood swing make you what maturity ...
#happiness
#FallingInLove
#support
#respect
#FirstLove
19 reads
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Chords_of_red
Gayle
Gayle
Poem Published
10th Jun 2021 6:23pm
10th Jun 2021 6:23pm
Personal Ad
One day I was reading a newspaper,
when I came across the personal section. One ad said:
"Single white male seeks single white female...must love fishing and have a boat. Please send picture of the boat"
when I came across the personal section. One ad said:
"Single white male seeks single white female...must love fishing and have a boat. Please send picture of the boat"
#funny
#nonfiction
35 reads
10 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
10th Jun 2021 7:28am
10th Jun 2021 7:28am
Bleeding Hallways
#childhood
#conflict
#betrayal
31 reads
3 Comments
Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
10th Jun 2021 4:07am
10th Jun 2021 4:07am
To Rueben, All my love.
It is as if you are dragging me back to that house by my throat, bones and all.
The pain of losing you is blossoming inside of my lungs, and I have lost you all over again.
Part of me died that day you decided to leave me, and she lives chained inside the home we both knew.
You have kept me bound and tortured here, destined to wait for a return that will never come.
You hold my soul inside of your hands and you do nothing, you keep me here.
There are some nights I spend wide awake, trying to remember the outline of your face
It is as if you are...
The pain of losing you is blossoming inside of my lungs, and I have lost you all over again.
Part of me died that day you decided to leave me, and she lives chained inside the home we both knew.
You have kept me bound and tortured here, destined to wait for a return that will never come.
You hold my soul inside of your hands and you do nothing, you keep me here.
There are some nights I spend wide awake, trying to remember the outline of your face
It is as if you are...
#grief
#heartbroken
#death #IMissYou
#death #IMissYou
27 reads
1 Comment
Bon_Mot
Poem Published
10th Jun 2021 00:04am
10th Jun 2021 00:04am
Sleep? (un-revised notes from a war zone).
(Note: This will be the last of these entries I'll post here. I realize the subject and somewhat graphic images may deter readers, ESPECIALLY ladies.)
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Lack of sleep is an ever present anathema for most of us. The quality of sleep our Company manages is far from the R.E.M. variety; it’s more like a teased semi-consciousness.
Tightly closed eyes get ready and convinced to force fantasies and home dreams… but rats, unfamiliar noises, noxious odors, rifle or rocket fire (far away or closer than trained ears felt...
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Lack of sleep is an ever present anathema for most of us. The quality of sleep our Company manages is far from the R.E.M. variety; it’s more like a teased semi-consciousness.
Tightly closed eyes get ready and convinced to force fantasies and home dreams… but rats, unfamiliar noises, noxious odors, rifle or rocket fire (far away or closer than trained ears felt...
#dark
#soldiers
#war
#environment
#despair
23 reads
4 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
9th Jun 2021 3:46pm
9th Jun 2021 3:46pm
pride
I wish there was a different word. Another way of expressing the feeling of self-esteem that gets beaten down and oppressed by people who think themselves superior.
People use the word to claim their favorite football team is the best, their religion is the real one, their country is the greatest... But pride is a monster that hants the human soul.
It took me years of contemplation after arguing the point with my brother. I was so certain that pride was a good thing, that it inspired people to accomplish great things, things they could take pride in. I was sure that it was a...
People use the word to claim their favorite football team is the best, their religion is the real one, their country is the greatest... But pride is a monster that hants the human soul.
It took me years of contemplation after arguing the point with my brother. I was so certain that pride was a good thing, that it inspired people to accomplish great things, things they could take pride in. I was sure that it was a...
#SelfWorth
46 reads
6 Comments
ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
7th Jun 2021 7:14pm
7th Jun 2021 7:14pm
Just Sad
Not going too well, got wisdom to share, everybody tell me go to hell
#loneliness
#despair
#boredom
25 reads
2 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
5th Jun 2021 6:50pm
5th Jun 2021 6:50pm
Home At 1am Or No One's Name On That One
Home At 1am Or No One's Name On That One
I could have left earlier, but I hated going home. At 15 freedom had narrow windows, which I pushed to the limit and beyond. I was James Bond with all the gadgets and prescience. Zukof ... Alan Zukof ... lol
I was hyper aware and in great shape, though I didn't think so then. There was always better around the next corner, next bend in the road, next girl. A fatal flaw that I used to drive me then, until I learned better. Feats of athletic wonder did little to impress gangs and bullies on the...
I could have left earlier, but I hated going home. At 15 freedom had narrow windows, which I pushed to the limit and beyond. I was James Bond with all the gadgets and prescience. Zukof ... Alan Zukof ... lol
I was hyper aware and in great shape, though I didn't think so then. There was always better around the next corner, next bend in the road, next girl. A fatal flaw that I used to drive me then, until I learned better. Feats of athletic wonder did little to impress gangs and bullies on the...
#love
#LifeStruggles
18 reads
10 Comments
VirgiliusMaro
Poem Published
4th Jun 2021 9:10pm
4th Jun 2021 9:10pm
Mathematics - the Word
An equation has no meaning for me unless it expresses a thought of Gd.”
Srinivasa Ramanujan
(Indian mathematician
1887-1920)
Mathematics originates not from the world of phenomena, which is the world of limitation, but from the primordial void, from the logos. Simultaneous with the conscious awareness of I AM (I AM Gd the Creator), sprung the concise language of mathematics which is the Word of Gd, the original thought, the root and cause, the underlying expression of all there is. ...
Srinivasa Ramanujan
(Indian mathematician
1887-1920)
Mathematics originates not from the world of phenomena, which is the world of limitation, but from the primordial void, from the logos. Simultaneous with the conscious awareness of I AM (I AM Gd the Creator), sprung the concise language of mathematics which is the Word of Gd, the original thought, the root and cause, the underlying expression of all there is. ...
#universe
28 reads
2 Comments
bandit
Poem Published
4th Jun 2021 4:10pm
4th Jun 2021 4:10pm
Wasted
How many wish you would have been patient
Now you wish you would have waited
Wishing you would have saved it
For the special one that you should have gave it
How many fell you wasted it
Now you wish you would have waited
Wishing you would have saved it
For the special one that you should have gave it
How many fell you wasted it
#regret
#grief
#relationships
#LifeChangingMoment
#responsibility
23 reads
0 Comments
Bon_Mot
Poem Published
4th Jun 2021 3:48am
4th Jun 2021 3:48am
ARE YOU INTELLIGENT?
Intelligent people reject petty gossip. Gossip thrives in petty places, promulgated by petty, immature people who are devoid of character. Petty gossip is always malicious, unsupported by fact (and when believed) serves only one purpose…it infers some perverse authority on the monger. Hearsay (especially of a scandalous nature) is a cancer; it metastasizes among the intellectually and socially challenged…those who are only capable of following.
Gossip is the brother of lies, the cousin of censorship and the ally of hate; if you are intelligent, you realize that.
Gossip is the brother of lies, the cousin of censorship and the ally of hate; if you are intelligent, you realize that.
#lies
#ignorance
#manipulation
39 reads
8 Comments
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