Non-Fiction Prose Seeking Friendly Advice
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Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
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Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
Today 2:43pm
Today 2:43pm
I Once Ate A Bear (part VI of XXI)
visual poem part 6 of 21
#nonfiction
14 reads
2 Comments
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
Today 2:37pm
Today 2:37pm
I Once Ate A Bear (part V of XXI)
visual poem part 5 of 21
#nonfiction
10 reads
0 Comments
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
Today 4:37am
Today 4:37am
I Once Ate A Bear (part IV of XXI)
visual poem part 4 of 21
#nonfiction
12 reads
0 Comments
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
Today 4:35am
Today 4:35am
I Once Ate A Bear (part III of XXI)
visual poem part 3 of 21
#nonfiction
9 reads
0 Comments
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:25pm
Yesterday 8:25pm
I Once Ate A Bear (part II of XXI)
visual poem
#nonfiction
14 reads
4 Comments
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:20pm
Yesterday 8:20pm
I Once Ate A bear (part I of XXI)
visual poem
#nonfiction
17 reads
1 Comment
thewatcher33
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 7:28am
18th Jan 2019 7:28am
I Understand Religion
I understand the allure, the intoxicating feeling you get deep down inside. How indoctrination shapes and mold in concordance with the doctrine of blood. They manipulate you by giving you a false sense of a greater purpose, a greater good one that does not care for the benefit/well being of the planet and all living creatures living on it. The greater good is the serve, not each other with respect, honor, protection and care but to serve some deity that wishes not to interact with us personally in person. It teaches to love (not really), and revel in structured chaos with delight. It uses a...
#TruthOfLife
9 reads
0 Comments
Beukez
Poem Published
17th Jan 2019 7:14pm
17th Jan 2019 7:14pm
Earth
Earth our gravity magnetic lava rock space ship,
Amidst the camp fire of our little burning sun,
The waters, tides and all life move with the moon day and night,
Take a second to breath in the air and look at the sky.
Humans reliant on the structure's of the Universe,
We forgot our place animals not Gods.
Gods in our mind in time we bend and break,
For now in gold we trust and lust is our nature.
We hide behind the lies of time.
Amidst the camp fire of our little burning sun,
The waters, tides and all life move with the moon day and night,
Take a second to breath in the air and look at the sky.
Humans reliant on the structure's of the Universe,
We forgot our place animals not Gods.
Gods in our mind in time we bend and break,
For now in gold we trust and lust is our nature.
We hide behind the lies of time.
#women
#men
#earth #universe
#earth #universe
9 reads
0 Comments
SoulzGirl69
Poem Published
15th Jan 2019 9:21pm
15th Jan 2019 9:21pm
Kindness and paper flowers
I often wondered
How I would ever
Burn all your
Love letters
Written long before
Of your love for me
Our hopes our
...dreams
Long before
You had bought
Your dream car
You so loved the thrill
Long before
It left you broken
And your dream
Was a metal heap of regret
Long before
You didn't say
Goodbye
Long before I placed flowers
So I sat and paid
A little kindness to your
Written love letters
Now...
How I would ever
Burn all your
Love letters
Written long before
Of your love for me
Our hopes our
...dreams
Long before
You had bought
Your dream car
You so loved the thrill
Long before
It left you broken
And your dream
Was a metal heap of regret
Long before
You didn't say
Goodbye
Long before I placed flowers
So I sat and paid
A little kindness to your
Written love letters
Now...
#strength
#TimeHeals
50 reads
8 Comments
SoulzGirl69
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 6:51pm
14th Jan 2019 6:51pm
On that day
How often
Do we wish
We could
Turn back time
To a moment
A better
Choice of words
A different reaction
A love lost forever
Grief and broken hearts
A million
Shattered pieces
The truth is
I am lost
Without you
Been strong for too long
I am
Lost
I can hardly breathe
Buried the key to my heart
...on that day
I am lost
My world crushed
It wasn't my choice
To let you go
Do we wish
We could
Turn back time
To a moment
A better
Choice of words
A different reaction
A love lost forever
Grief and broken hearts
A million
Shattered pieces
The truth is
I am lost
Without you
Been strong for too long
I am
Lost
I can hardly breathe
Buried the key to my heart
...on that day
I am lost
My world crushed
It wasn't my choice
To let you go
#grief
36 reads
9 Comments
brokentitanium
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 3:52pm
14th Jan 2019 3:52pm
Walking Thoughts
As the pastel winter morning develops into a brilliant blue day, I walk the path around the field across from my house. Such a sea of sparkles; it’s like treading on galaxies. The wind-blown edge of a patch of polished ice reveals individual crystalline structures, and I realize my every step is crushing a thousand unique works of art.
Flocks of sparrows have gathered to pluck seeds from places where the path is exposed. My boots stamp out their tiny prints - evidence of an earlier party. Further on, my presence disturbs their current meeting. They disperse in a flurry, quietly...
Flocks of sparrows have gathered to pluck seeds from places where the path is exposed. My boots stamp out their tiny prints - evidence of an earlier party. Further on, my presence disturbs their current meeting. They disperse in a flurry, quietly...
#winter
#nature
#spiritual
26 reads
5 Comments
DouglasWayne
Douglas
Douglas
Poem Published
13th Jan 2019 11:10pm
13th Jan 2019 11:10pm
A Poem Woke Me Up
A poem is worth a thousand words
Our volumes are worth eternity
Your dime is human; my time divine.
The above is the ending of this poem
That invaded my night of light sleep.
When it gets this bad
And this good
I have to hear Laura Branigan.
Solitude suits me
The dark comes pleasant with it
With poetry in the dark
I sometimes miss a keyboard character.
Sometimes these nights need candle light
Right now I do not want to fiddle with a match.
Let us move on to Shattered Glass
This night is...
Our volumes are worth eternity
Your dime is human; my time divine.
The above is the ending of this poem
That invaded my night of light sleep.
When it gets this bad
And this good
I have to hear Laura Branigan.
Solitude suits me
The dark comes pleasant with it
With poetry in the dark
I sometimes miss a keyboard character.
Sometimes these nights need candle light
Right now I do not want to fiddle with a match.
Let us move on to Shattered Glass
This night is...
#dreams
#sleep
12 reads
1 Comment
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