Non-Fiction Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
11th Apr 2022 7:31pm
11th Apr 2022 7:31pm
Jejunal Donkeyworks
11 / 30
Jejunal Donkeyworks
Taxes done, check
Laundry done, yeah
daily spill not done
sigh….. OH Heck!
Irish Coffee
not helping
me construct
or spill
a feel
of brilliancy!
At the very least
I got things done!
Lesser important
this month
yet no less
basic
basically
needed
needing
to exist
spilling on
onto
& into
future days
and
or
nights.
unique word count: 53
Jejunal Donkeyworks
Taxes done, check
Laundry done, yeah
daily spill not done
sigh….. OH Heck!
Irish Coffee
not helping
me construct
or spill
a feel
of brilliancy!
At the very least
I got things done!
Lesser important
this month
yet no less
basic
basically
needed
needing
to exist
spilling on
onto
& into
future days
and
or
nights.
unique word count: 53
#alcohol
#WritersBlock
#myself
#frustration
#NaPoWriMo2022
266 reads
4 Comments
tomyaccusers
Poem Published
11th Apr 2022 1:33pm
11th Apr 2022 1:33pm
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#wisdom
343 reads
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
6th Apr 2022 2:56am
6th Apr 2022 2:56am
The Final Days of Lan'ka: Ancient Memories
- The Final Days of Lan'ka: Ancient Memories -
I could hear the sounds of rushing water, growing louder and louder... and my head was hurting, my body aching, my soul screaming on inside of me. “Gislu! Gislu! Hurry to me, Gislu!” a woman's voice called... and tears were streaming down my face. I could not speak, I could not find the heart to voice words fit for the moment. The painful moment. As if all I ever knew was pain, and as if pain were all I would yet know. The place was dark, filled with pipes through which fluids were being pumped. Wires and over a thousand times a...
I could hear the sounds of rushing water, growing louder and louder... and my head was hurting, my body aching, my soul screaming on inside of me. “Gislu! Gislu! Hurry to me, Gislu!” a woman's voice called... and tears were streaming down my face. I could not speak, I could not find the heart to voice words fit for the moment. The painful moment. As if all I ever knew was pain, and as if pain were all I would yet know. The place was dark, filled with pipes through which fluids were being pumped. Wires and over a thousand times a...
#war
#ShortStory
#memories
#revenge
#rebellion
298 reads
0 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
6th Apr 2022 2:48am
6th Apr 2022 2:48am
Return to Edenkyn: A Cycle of Reincarnation
- Return to Edenkyn: A Cycle of Reincarnation -
It was well over 2,000 years since the last tree died upon the surface of Ra'qia, before the new settlers came from the colony worlds, bringing with them the seeds of new life. They planted where they could, they dug canals for water, and they dug deeper to store what could be coaxed to live on the surface. In time, vast civilizations were erected in places where they would not harm the fragile ecosystem. In time those civilizations were forgotten by the worlds that they sprung from, and the people who did dwell in them came to...
It was well over 2,000 years since the last tree died upon the surface of Ra'qia, before the new settlers came from the colony worlds, bringing with them the seeds of new life. They planted where they could, they dug canals for water, and they dug deeper to store what could be coaxed to live on the surface. In time, vast civilizations were erected in places where they would not harm the fragile ecosystem. In time those civilizations were forgotten by the worlds that they sprung from, and the people who did dwell in them came to...
#love
#grief
#rebirth
#ShortStory
#memories
327 reads
0 Comments
Koulouri
Poem Published
4th Apr 2022 4:28pm
4th Apr 2022 4:28pm
Violet
My brother calls to my father from down the steps
His crys filled with woe
I followed
I wish I hadn't.
The shock was so powerful it hurts.
Was she asleep?
"Poke her."
No.
She was stiff.
Her limbs fused together.
A peaceful look rested on her face.
"She's dead."
I didn't understand it.
I still don't.
How can something that was just jumping on my lap hours before,
now be frozen for eternity?
My dad choked on his grief and demanded a fitting box be found.
My brother and I were pushed...
His crys filled with woe
I followed
I wish I hadn't.
The shock was so powerful it hurts.
Was she asleep?
"Poke her."
No.
She was stiff.
Her limbs fused together.
A peaceful look rested on her face.
"She's dead."
I didn't understand it.
I still don't.
How can something that was just jumping on my lap hours before,
now be frozen for eternity?
My dad choked on his grief and demanded a fitting box be found.
My brother and I were pushed...
#sadness
#regret
#grief
#despair
#denial
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0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
4th Apr 2022 1:02am
4th Apr 2022 1:02am
A Snippet Of My Life, and RSD
RSD Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria
had an unhappy childhood, and a heavy handed parent, and bullied at many of the 14 schools i went to. my siblings always referred to me as the sensitive one (but later in life, i came to realise that my sensitivity, was also a plus), have had multiple PTSD events, that don't include my heart attack, as at least the surgeon was there to help me. both parents had MH issues, my fathers was anxiety, and depression, my mothers was very complex, and on some occasions terrified me, and i was the one that found her dead, under particularly unpleasant...
had an unhappy childhood, and a heavy handed parent, and bullied at many of the 14 schools i went to. my siblings always referred to me as the sensitive one (but later in life, i came to realise that my sensitivity, was also a plus), have had multiple PTSD events, that don't include my heart attack, as at least the surgeon was there to help me. both parents had MH issues, my fathers was anxiety, and depression, my mothers was very complex, and on some occasions terrified me, and i was the one that found her dead, under particularly unpleasant...
#hope
#abuse
#LifeAsAWriter #PTSD
#LifeAsAWriter #PTSD
217 reads
0 Comments
Weak4hissmile
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2022 12:20pm
3rd Apr 2022 12:20pm
I can give you the moon ..and now it's true
I moving to the moon.
This letter to make amends
My property on the moon is 4.6 grams of space
I'm moving
....to
The moon.
But first a hammer to destroy land from the moon
Why girl why.
So I can say "I've broke the moon"
Armstrong walked..
I destroyed.
I am evil space queen.
Bow or strike me down.
This letter to make amends
My property on the moon is 4.6 grams of space
I'm moving
....to
The moon.
But first a hammer to destroy land from the moon
Why girl why.
So I can say "I've broke the moon"
Armstrong walked..
I destroyed.
I am evil space queen.
Bow or strike me down.
#moon
#astronomy
273 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2022 3:27pm
2nd Apr 2022 3:27pm
More Dreams, Mixed Bags!
from a nightmare, then second dream a comedy!
at 3:10am woke from a weird nightmare, where i was in some kind of weird dystopian world, where everyone and everything seemed covered covered in mud (no, not mud wrestling) and everyone was trying to kill not just me, but anyone else, whilst clasping metal balls in their hands, clambering over the dead to try and get more! i knew i was going to become a victim and was trying to get away, i felt the terror and managed to clamber away from it all. just a few minutes after waking up from this, i heard my daughter and her friend arrive home...
at 3:10am woke from a weird nightmare, where i was in some kind of weird dystopian world, where everyone and everything seemed covered covered in mud (no, not mud wrestling) and everyone was trying to kill not just me, but anyone else, whilst clasping metal balls in their hands, clambering over the dead to try and get more! i knew i was going to become a victim and was trying to get away, i felt the terror and managed to clamber away from it all. just a few minutes after waking up from this, i heard my daughter and her friend arrive home...
#dreams
#nightmares
#surreal
210 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
1st Apr 2022 12:33pm
1st Apr 2022 12:33pm
Upduck
Woken
Up
With
Bloody
Upduck
In
My
Hair,
It's A Real Mess!
What a way
To start
April!
by Jemia
Up
With
Bloody
Upduck
In
My
Hair,
It's A Real Mess!
What a way
To start
April!
by Jemia
#spring
#funny
217 reads
2 Comments
TimWombles
Poem Published
30th Mar 2022 7:15pm
30th Mar 2022 7:15pm
Bullies
I hear people say they are too fat, too thin, too tall, too short, have too little a nose, too big a nose, they've got freckles, wrinkles, pimples, or they are too pale, too dark and that makes them ugly.
These things do not make you ugly. You know what makes a person ugly? Listen to a Trump speech for 10 minutes. Hate makes you ugly. Not caring about people who are suffering makes you repugnant.
No one likes bullies but other bullies. There is a reason Trump looks up to people like Putin and Kim Jong-Un.
Back in High School, I was bullied. I was 6'1 and...
These things do not make you ugly. You know what makes a person ugly? Listen to a Trump speech for 10 minutes. Hate makes you ugly. Not caring about people who are suffering makes you repugnant.
No one likes bullies but other bullies. There is a reason Trump looks up to people like Putin and Kim Jong-Un.
Back in High School, I was bullied. I was 6'1 and...
#bullying
263 reads
2 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
30th Mar 2022 1:06pm
30th Mar 2022 1:06pm
Borders of Seasons - My daughter's thoughts after her birthday dinner.
It seems like all of life is made of seasons. But the seasons are not clear and drift back and forth into each other. The borders of seasons are the most confusing and that’s where I am now.
During a birthday dinner with my mother I started remembering my childhood. Once I asked my mother if we could go see Grandma in heaven. Mother never said there wasn’t a heaven to visit, but her tone when she said no made me realize this life might be all there is and I felt sick inside. I filed that sick feeling in the “I don’t know” box in my mind and there it has stayed, content to remain...
During a birthday dinner with my mother I started remembering my childhood. Once I asked my mother if we could go see Grandma in heaven. Mother never said there wasn’t a heaven to visit, but her tone when she said no made me realize this life might be all there is and I felt sick inside. I filed that sick feeling in the “I don’t know” box in my mind and there it has stayed, content to remain...
#motherhood
#LifeStruggles
#heaven #daughter
#heaven #daughter
366 reads
3 Comments
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