Long Non-Fiction Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
14th Jun 2019 5:23am
14th Jun 2019 5:23am
He has a heart that can’t be PM’d upon a template of divergence...
We're both a little less tolerant of the blatant head fuckery but we persevere with one another because we're fond of the way we starve one another, particularly at times when we need to nourish and nurture our being, upon one another.
These days are not for wasting unless I'm wasting away in the monogamous cellar of your fermented polyamory hatred, and you grin painfully yet devilishly at the thought of watching another man fuck me; not gently and lovingly, but brutally.
A well hung man that leaves me split wide, and squirting gushingly as he ravishes me...
These days are not for wasting unless I'm wasting away in the monogamous cellar of your fermented polyamory hatred, and you grin painfully yet devilishly at the thought of watching another man fuck me; not gently and lovingly, but brutally.
A well hung man that leaves me split wide, and squirting gushingly as he ravishes me...
#love
67 reads
6 Comments
beanbandit
Poem Published
14th Jun 2019 00:56am
14th Jun 2019 00:56am
Know me
Would you like to know me? Ain’t nothing Disney. If you visit me, would you leave cause my twins were throwing tantrums while we had grown up conversations about nothing at all, except for maybe the woes of the world around us, over a cup of coffee too sugary sweet?
Would you stick around through the lived in hamster cage like smell of 5 children , 3 of them teens and 2 of them toddlers who were learning the ins and outs of hygiene? would you stay through the little spats of disagreements that happen from time to time, cause nobody’s perfect, even thought they would be soon resolved,...
Would you stick around through the lived in hamster cage like smell of 5 children , 3 of them teens and 2 of them toddlers who were learning the ins and outs of hygiene? would you stay through the little spats of disagreements that happen from time to time, cause nobody’s perfect, even thought they would be soon resolved,...
#children
#home
#fatherhood
23 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Jun 2019 3:43am
13th Jun 2019 3:43am
Ruthie's Goodbye
Ruthie's Goodbye
“Ruthie, I want you to know how you took such great care of me. If I was down you picked me up with the expression of love in your big brown eyes. I felt needed by you and that gave me a sense of belonging. As long as you were around everything was great. Our goodbye here won’t be forever. You’re just going ahead to our new home.”
“What do you mean I’m not going home with you? Just because I’m having trouble walking doesn’t mean it won’t get better. I can still stand up on my front legs. Just give me time to heal. I’ll be as spry as ever given a few...
“Ruthie, I want you to know how you took such great care of me. If I was down you picked me up with the expression of love in your big brown eyes. I felt needed by you and that gave me a sense of belonging. As long as you were around everything was great. Our goodbye here won’t be forever. You’re just going ahead to our new home.”
“What do you mean I’m not going home with you? Just because I’m having trouble walking doesn’t mean it won’t get better. I can still stand up on my front legs. Just give me time to heal. I’ll be as spry as ever given a few...
#grief
#death
#dogs
16 reads
2 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
10th Jun 2019 7:05pm
10th Jun 2019 7:05pm
Forgotten
He doesn’t remember that I snuck out at 4am, after fucking me perversely and mercilessly whilst we feasted upon one another’s lips, and he certainly doesn’t remember me waking the dead when I slammed his front door and ran off in tears.
He doesn’t remember chasing me like I chased him, like we were a pair of starving vampires seeking to feed upon one another’s flesh, time & time again during the twilight hours.
He doesn’t remember the letters I wrote him, and he doesn’t remember sending me that valentines card to my workplace, in which all my work colleagues...
He doesn’t remember chasing me like I chased him, like we were a pair of starving vampires seeking to feed upon one another’s flesh, time & time again during the twilight hours.
He doesn’t remember the letters I wrote him, and he doesn’t remember sending me that valentines card to my workplace, in which all my work colleagues...
#rejection
50 reads
4 Comments
sepicla_ikn
Poem Published
10th Jun 2019 1:58pm
10th Jun 2019 1:58pm
an “on my death bed part 3” is coming soon.
Should have been addicted to sleeping pills
it’s how I feel
And what did they do
when I said it’s ok, please don’t run?!
Who else is awake at quarter-past-three in the morning?
Nightmares have a cloaked figure in them
sliding towards me on a chair
taunts about my trouble sleeping
and the poetry with double meanings
So like the candle I’ve been cutting
with a pair of scissors
to release some of the wax
I want to shed more light as I’m too fighting for air
Not sure who’s cut mine
but they’ve gone off the rail ...
it’s how I feel
And what did they do
when I said it’s ok, please don’t run?!
Who else is awake at quarter-past-three in the morning?
Nightmares have a cloaked figure in them
sliding towards me on a chair
taunts about my trouble sleeping
and the poetry with double meanings
So like the candle I’ve been cutting
with a pair of scissors
to release some of the wax
I want to shed more light as I’m too fighting for air
Not sure who’s cut mine
but they’ve gone off the rail ...
#WritingPoetry
#nonfiction
26 reads
SkyeCebh
Poem Published
9th Jun 2019 6:36pm
9th Jun 2019 6:36pm
Patchwork of a master
I’m taking control of this physical presence of mine, this breaking ship;
pulling it down forcefully to the bottom of this god forsaken sea,
allowing it to be destroyed by nature once and for all.
I’m restoring it,
piece by piece.
All the times it has shattered and I have reconstructed, it has bled and I have patched it up;
screamed; sometimes tormented, other times crumbled as if it was haunted;
and I have silenced it with lullabies of hope.
Armored it
with plating hope.
Oceans could rage and waves could overthrow the...
pulling it down forcefully to the bottom of this god forsaken sea,
allowing it to be destroyed by nature once and for all.
I’m restoring it,
piece by piece.
All the times it has shattered and I have reconstructed, it has bled and I have patched it up;
screamed; sometimes tormented, other times crumbled as if it was haunted;
and I have silenced it with lullabies of hope.
Armored it
with plating hope.
Oceans could rage and waves could overthrow the...
#TimeHeals
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
51 reads
7 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
8th Jun 2019 6:30pm
8th Jun 2019 6:30pm
You can’t love abusive men that treat you like shit because they’re incompetent at steering a ship !
The city never sleeps; particularly as I ponder the way my mind races when I should be tucked away in bed instead of indulging in chocolate & apple crumble ice cream with a flat white at 3am on a Sunday morning.
I feel awkward staying home alone, particularly at night, and my thoughts gravitate to distant dry & desolate places with ochre hues as I sit here savouring my ice cream & coffee whilst listening to music, and watching people come and go; because I’m a bit of a weirdo like that.
Sighs.
I don’t know why I continue...
I feel awkward staying home alone, particularly at night, and my thoughts gravitate to distant dry & desolate places with ochre hues as I sit here savouring my ice cream & coffee whilst listening to music, and watching people come and go; because I’m a bit of a weirdo like that.
Sighs.
I don’t know why I continue...
#SelfReflection
69 reads
7 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
8th Jun 2019 7:44am
8th Jun 2019 7:44am
Annotations of the heart & soul... include self sabotaging anything that has the capacity to touch the inner chaos !
I’m back at my favourite cafe, having breakfast at 3pm because I decided to let myself sleep away the AM to catch up on the bouts of insomnia that leave me feeling fatigued and tired during the work week.
It’s raining, and there's not much to do on a rainy day, aside from stay under the covers with Netflix. Though, there’s only so much I can watch before I start going cross eyed, and fall asleep with the cats coming to wake me up by gently pawing my eyelids.
They’re funny little creatures !
Y’know, we could’ve spent the weekend hibernating in a cute little...
It’s raining, and there's not much to do on a rainy day, aside from stay under the covers with Netflix. Though, there’s only so much I can watch before I start going cross eyed, and fall asleep with the cats coming to wake me up by gently pawing my eyelids.
They’re funny little creatures !
Y’know, we could’ve spent the weekend hibernating in a cute little...
#SelfReflection
49 reads
3 Comments
SkyeCebh
Poem Published
7th Jun 2019 10:22pm
7th Jun 2019 10:22pm
Not anymore.
I Think my Time is Broken, Wingless.
Breathless, Exhausted.
Lost.
Overflown, Overwhelmed.
Forgotten.
Washed Away.
My Time is Broken and as I curl up, wrap my arms around myself, there is nothing whole, nothing solid. It is weeping sensations of pain; unholy corners of something unknown. A Fear of what used to be familiar. A Restlessness. I whisper a prayer to be relieved of my sadness, without a god that will listen, without any higher power that would care.
Rays of sun are shining through the small pieces...
Breathless, Exhausted.
Lost.
Overflown, Overwhelmed.
Forgotten.
Washed Away.
My Time is Broken and as I curl up, wrap my arms around myself, there is nothing whole, nothing solid. It is weeping sensations of pain; unholy corners of something unknown. A Fear of what used to be familiar. A Restlessness. I whisper a prayer to be relieved of my sadness, without a god that will listen, without any higher power that would care.
Rays of sun are shining through the small pieces...
#sadness
#grief
#heartbroken
#abuse
#hurt
58 reads
11 Comments
Scarybutnotscared
Poem Published
6th Jun 2019 5:54pm
6th Jun 2019 5:54pm
Unintentional confrontation of a bully#2
At this point I was only laughing to myself in my head because the look on her face was shocked startled and also a little bit of embarrassed. I hadn’t even done anything to her the only thing I Had done was sit next to her and watch her work. Where she started I will say was the worst place she didn’t sketch it out first she just went straight in with the harsh black which is not the best place to start because you can’t fix it once it’s on. I told her that she ignored me. I watched her work for at least an hour and it didn’t turn out, if anything it turned out worse than I expected. At this...
#kindness
#strength
#bullying
#TimeHeals
#suffering
35 reads
2 Comments
Scarybutnotscared
Poem Published
6th Jun 2019 5:01pm
6th Jun 2019 5:01pm
Unintentional confrontation of a bully #1
So this happened to me a couple years ago and every time I think about this situation I can’t help but smile. I want to tell someone about it, but I haven’t, I’m afraid that they wont understand or feel as empowered as I did and still do.
So here it goes. This is the history I have with her so you can really understand.
When I was in school kids like to spread rumors about everyone, I’m sure kids still do this but I’m not around to witness it this time. This new girl came to our school she wore big fake eye lashes and bright red lipstick and had already hit puberty so...
So here it goes. This is the history I have with her so you can really understand.
When I was in school kids like to spread rumors about everyone, I’m sure kids still do this but I’m not around to witness it this time. This new girl came to our school she wore big fake eye lashes and bright red lipstick and had already hit puberty so...
#kindness
#strength
#courage
#conflict
#bullying
29 reads
0 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2019 11:24am
2nd Jun 2019 11:24am
Actions, speak louder than words...
If you have no intention with me, then please, sit the fuck down because you’re blocking the traffic that’s queued up behind you !
I don’t want words on a screen. I want you in my bed, and in my head after you have to go home. I want your soft whispers of reassurance after we’ve spent hours pleasuring one another, perhaps for days on end as we move beyond the clandestine.
Sighs.
If you wanted me, it wasn’t ever evident when reflecting upon the lack of opportunity to say “hello... how are you ?” or “hello... do you remember me ?”
or
...
I don’t want words on a screen. I want you in my bed, and in my head after you have to go home. I want your soft whispers of reassurance after we’ve spent hours pleasuring one another, perhaps for days on end as we move beyond the clandestine.
Sighs.
If you wanted me, it wasn’t ever evident when reflecting upon the lack of opportunity to say “hello... how are you ?” or “hello... do you remember me ?”
or
...
#anxiety
#love
#regret
#conflict
#disappointment
67 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
