Non-Fiction Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
missjem56
Poem Published
28th Feb 2022 9:30pm
28th Feb 2022 9:30pm
Nightmare 28-02-2022
I'd just moved to a small village in dreamland, and decided to go for a walk. i glanced into a field, and was surprised to see sheep, and cows, huddled closely together, upon closer inspection, i also saw chickens, rabbits, hares, foxes, and cats. all were stood stock still, like statues, and a chill ran down my spine. all looked terrified, but made no noise whatsoever. i ran quickly back to my new house, and started packing up a rucksack, and i knew that something awful was about to happen, as animals never behave like that, unless there was something really bad was about to happen. as i was...
#environment
#scary
#nightmares #horror
#nightmares #horror
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Particles_Of_HerII
Poem Published
28th Feb 2022 00:48am
28th Feb 2022 00:48am
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..Words from lips are little paper gods so easily torn away, stolen and changed. .I'd rather show you, your meaning to me - Noire Rose (Howlings)
submerged in russian doll
tragedies not meant for
the faint of heart, yet, too
much for one sensitive
soul, to face alone
by the looks of her silence,
one would never
on continual attempt to
reconnect with life and the
relativity to others despite
occurrences
It wasn't - it wasn’t easy ...
submerged in russian doll
tragedies not meant for
the faint of heart, yet, too
much for one sensitive
soul, to face alone
by the looks of her silence,
one would never
on continual attempt to
reconnect with life and the
relativity to others despite
occurrences
It wasn't - it wasn’t easy ...
#ILoveYou
#support
#IMissYou
#responsibility
#determination
1298 reads
Lozzamus
Poem Published
27th Feb 2022 00:35am
27th Feb 2022 00:35am
Religious Intolerance, and An Angel Named Lena
The tension was building up at home, this time with Brian, a heavy smoker who'd begun going to parties at weekends and getting drunk. He was sixteen and studying for his A'levels at the grammar school. Like Robin and I, he longed for a normal childhood. He had a number of friends in the neighbourhood, all of whom had gone to the local comprehensive. Whilst he showed exceptional talent and had no objection to studying hard at the grammar school, he disliked having to cycle to the Rabbi's house several evenings a week to study the sacred Hebrew books. For him, the memories of summer holidays...
#love
#friendship
#acceptance #tolerance
#acceptance #tolerance
351 reads
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
25th Feb 2022 9:06pm
25th Feb 2022 9:06pm
Home Sweet Home
I have been living on my property forty-five years today. I moved here on February 25, 1977. When I moved on my property, I was only five years old and Elvis Presley was still alive. If I live for another five years, I will have lived on this property for half a century.
My forty-fifth anniversary of living on this property has landed on a Friday and as it turned out, the day when I moved here in 1977 was on Friday as well. After living here for that long, I consider this place to be both important and special.
It's amazing how much the price of land increases over the...
My forty-fifth anniversary of living on this property has landed on a Friday and as it turned out, the day when I moved here in 1977 was on Friday as well. After living here for that long, I consider this place to be both important and special.
It's amazing how much the price of land increases over the...
#family
#home
#anniversary
#memories
#nonfiction
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missjem56
Poem Published
24th Feb 2022 00:23am
24th Feb 2022 00:23am
A Scary Close Encounter
when i was at uni, i would often hitch back to Ruthin, from Wrexham. in the summer of 1995, i had one lift that really disturbed me, as i sensed something scary about the man who had given me this lift. he was thick set, with a small moustache, and was wearing a heavy sheepskin coat, even though it was warm weather, i know this, as i'd worn some cut off jean shorts. so i started to talk about that i couldn't wait to get home to cook my girlfriend a nice meal, thus making sure that he didn't have any doubts about my sexuality. soon after he said he needed to take a different route, which...
#murder
#scary
#escape #fear
#escape #fear
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thewatcher33
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2022 5:24pm
22nd Feb 2022 5:24pm
President Street Peep Show
Walking home from Junior High on Thursdays and Fridays was one the highlight of my 8th grade career, because of two sisters. They lived about four houses before my crib. I would speed walk, jog, and sometimes run if I was late. What was so important that I would haul ass possibly even breaking my neck to see? Neeka, and Nyema, that's who, and though we've only glanced, looked from the corners of our eyes, stared at each other's faces in admiration and exchange pleasantries, we never had any lengthy conversations about ourselves. Neeka was the younger of the two and they attended high...
#dreams
#crush
653 reads
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missjem56
Poem Published
21st Feb 2022 2:00pm
21st Feb 2022 2:00pm
As Time Goes By
that moment that you wished
you'd bought an 24 hour radio alarm clock.
instead of one that defines pm by a solitary red dot,
and when you set the alarm,
another red dot shows,
add to this,
that after a recent power cut,
i wasn't sure if i was resetting the actual time,
or setting the alarm!
so when i woke up at 10:35 this morning,
instead of 08:15,
i was hit by the realisation,
that i had set the alarm for 8:15pm,
revealed by the one red dot
still being present!
the very reason
i missed a zoom...
you'd bought an 24 hour radio alarm clock.
instead of one that defines pm by a solitary red dot,
and when you set the alarm,
another red dot shows,
add to this,
that after a recent power cut,
i wasn't sure if i was resetting the actual time,
or setting the alarm!
so when i woke up at 10:35 this morning,
instead of 08:15,
i was hit by the realisation,
that i had set the alarm for 8:15pm,
revealed by the one red dot
still being present!
the very reason
i missed a zoom...
#funny
#TimeHeals
#confusion
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AltairEndian
Poem Published
18th Feb 2022 10:43am
18th Feb 2022 10:43am
The cloud hand
There once was a little kid who ate out of a hand. When the kid was growing up, there was always enough to eat in the hand. In school the hand was full of good grades, in church the hand was full of good organ playing and singing. Out of this hand the kid ate adoration and success. Out of this hand the kid ate a good life where everything was fine.
But as it grew older, there were times when the hand was empty or even vanished from time to time. But the hand was never gone so long that the child would suffer from hunger. The hand always came back, and with it the security that he...
But as it grew older, there were times when the hand was empty or even vanished from time to time. But the hand was never gone so long that the child would suffer from hunger. The hand always came back, and with it the security that he...
#SelfDiscovery
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missjem56
Poem Published
17th Feb 2022 4:48pm
17th Feb 2022 4:48pm
Little Boxes, Built Just The Same!
sadly, as the world population increases, these kind of buildings may become more common (link below), as people move away from rural areas, in search of work, as those rural areas are then used for more food production, to feed the increasing populace. nothing new in this, other than the dramatic increase. it has also been suggested, that some of the reason for the pandemic, was that animals now live a more stressed existence, due to loss of natural habitats, which has altered their natural biology, and resulted in a change of their urine, where it may of become more likely to lead to...
#LifeStruggles
#fate
#humankind
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Sexyseaschelle
Poem Published
17th Feb 2022 10:15am
17th Feb 2022 10:15am
Absence
Absence....
Makes the heart grow fonder.
Or so i heard.
And it has been awhile since i seen you.
But trust that i have thought of you every single day.
.....and wondered what your doing....
....and how have you been?
Do you ever think of me?
It was strange how you came into my life at a time
when i had prayed for so hard for someone.. {like you!}.
....and how crazy was it that just for a moment, you filled up
my emptiness and became EVERYTHING i had wanted,
......needed, and longed for!
JUST FOR A MOMENT! ...
Makes the heart grow fonder.
Or so i heard.
And it has been awhile since i seen you.
But trust that i have thought of you every single day.
.....and wondered what your doing....
....and how have you been?
Do you ever think of me?
It was strange how you came into my life at a time
when i had prayed for so hard for someone.. {like you!}.
....and how crazy was it that just for a moment, you filled up
my emptiness and became EVERYTHING i had wanted,
......needed, and longed for!
JUST FOR A MOMENT! ...
#love
#hope
#TimeHeals
449 reads
4 Comments
twitchnsway
Twitch Sway
Twitch Sway
Poem Published
15th Feb 2022 10:55am
15th Feb 2022 10:55am
just sayin
my hatred of feeling
is deeply held
into the ground so it seems
emotion can build
seemingly illogical structures
but depending on where you’re standing
everything can be logical
though not every day
and not today
if saturation can dictate variances in normalcy
then regardless of how deep i’m in it
i should be normal for that depth
but it’s not normal
it’s not normal to feel this kind of nothing
and that that doesn’t feel...often feels severe
so is deeply held...
is deeply held
into the ground so it seems
emotion can build
seemingly illogical structures
but depending on where you’re standing
everything can be logical
though not every day
and not today
if saturation can dictate variances in normalcy
then regardless of how deep i’m in it
i should be normal for that depth
but it’s not normal
it’s not normal to feel this kind of nothing
and that that doesn’t feel...often feels severe
so is deeply held...
#depression
378 reads
4 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
14th Feb 2022 12:17pm
14th Feb 2022 12:17pm
Insomnia
#insomnia
#disappointment
598 reads
4 Comments
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