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.
Anna41_
Poem Published
4th Dec 2023 2:02pm
4th Dec 2023 2:02pm
Mice Like Giants
I remember meeting you.
I was sitting in the cold mud underneath my momma's porch, I remember that was the first time, at the tender age of 8 that I wanted to die.
Then here you came, you scurried along the copper water line, my mind jumping track from death to life, while I frantically grabbed my miniature fish net.
I scooped you up and held you tight in my dirty little hands.
I remember your big black eyes and soft fur with white on your chest.
Your big eyes seemed to still my scared pounding heart.
All of my confusing emotions of that day.
The day...
I was sitting in the cold mud underneath my momma's porch, I remember that was the first time, at the tender age of 8 that I wanted to die.
Then here you came, you scurried along the copper water line, my mind jumping track from death to life, while I frantically grabbed my miniature fish net.
I scooped you up and held you tight in my dirty little hands.
I remember your big black eyes and soft fur with white on your chest.
Your big eyes seemed to still my scared pounding heart.
All of my confusing emotions of that day.
The day...
#love
#strength
#gratitude #emotions
#gratitude #emotions
38 reads
2 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2023 1:45am
3rd Dec 2023 1:45am
Tears Cried in the Dark
#loneliness
#spiritual
#confessional
#memories
#passion
30 reads
0 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2023 1:39am
3rd Dec 2023 1:39am
The Red Queen and the Blood Stone
#dark
#memories
#magic
#ForbiddenLove
#passion
24 reads
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tomyaccusers
Poem Published
30th Nov 2023 4:54pm
30th Nov 2023 4:54pm
God
Thank you.
Thank you for my home, my talents, my abilities, my bollocks, my travels, my land, my spirit, my determination, my degree, my experiences, my SUV, my health, my happiness, my shares, my money, my stocks, my confidence, my fitness, the sunshine on my face, the rain, the snow on my hikes, my freedom, my independence, my ability to fight my corner , all those unexpected bothies I found when in need of shelter and my equipment.
For the estate workers you sent who came to my aid when my tent ripped open, for the ATV trip, for swimming under waterfalls,...
Thank you for my home, my talents, my abilities, my bollocks, my travels, my land, my spirit, my determination, my degree, my experiences, my SUV, my health, my happiness, my shares, my money, my stocks, my confidence, my fitness, the sunshine on my face, the rain, the snow on my hikes, my freedom, my independence, my ability to fight my corner , all those unexpected bothies I found when in need of shelter and my equipment.
For the estate workers you sent who came to my aid when my tent ripped open, for the ATV trip, for swimming under waterfalls,...
#emotions
40 reads
tomyaccusers
Poem Published
30th Nov 2023 3:23pm
30th Nov 2023 3:23pm
Orange juice
Thanks for yet another of your antics.
This time peeping behind your husband’s SUV wheel giggling rather than your usual, as some of your profession would state, “inappropriate” gestures.
Gossippers
I am getting rather tired of your school girly bitch wivery.. Your chicken shit behavior, your frumpy wifie demeanor and your complete and utter lack of any professionalism when it comes to your jobs.
So you think how I coped with my experiences is funny do you? Well I’m not the one who had the need to get married, sook hubbies...
This time peeping behind your husband’s SUV wheel giggling rather than your usual, as some of your profession would state, “inappropriate” gestures.
Gossippers
I am getting rather tired of your school girly bitch wivery.. Your chicken shit behavior, your frumpy wifie demeanor and your complete and utter lack of any professionalism when it comes to your jobs.
So you think how I coped with my experiences is funny do you? Well I’m not the one who had the need to get married, sook hubbies...
#flowers
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Anna41_
Poem Published
28th Nov 2023 11:51pm
28th Nov 2023 11:51pm
Winter Of '94'
I stepped out of the warm car into the bitter cold this morning, and it was like my own personal whirl wind came to chariot my heart through the tree tops, and whisked me instantly to the Blizzard of 94. I literally broke down right there in that parking lot, my heart pounding and tears flooding my eyes. For a split moment, I was a child again, bundled up in red boots that laced all the way to my boney knees, toboggan itching my head from running and sweating while I was playing in the snow, as we climbed about in our ice fortress. You see, my grandpa had spent all day carving huge blocks of...
#love
#strength
#courage
#TimeHeals
#admiration
63 reads
5 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
25th Nov 2023 1:16am
25th Nov 2023 1:16am
The Cultivation of Innocence and Purity
- The Cultivation of Innocence and Purity -
As of this past Wednesday, I will not be going back to see the therapist I have been seeing for such a long time now... we had a major difference of opinion regarding my childlike aspects and she just did not seem to understand that part of me at all. She thought it was something I retreat to in times of stress or worry or pain, or great difficulty and the like... but it is not. It is something that is always a part of me and it simply becomes more obvious and evident when I let it fully show, rather than putting on an adult facade for...
As of this past Wednesday, I will not be going back to see the therapist I have been seeing for such a long time now... we had a major difference of opinion regarding my childlike aspects and she just did not seem to understand that part of me at all. She thought it was something I retreat to in times of stress or worry or pain, or great difficulty and the like... but it is not. It is something that is always a part of me and it simply becomes more obvious and evident when I let it fully show, rather than putting on an adult facade for...
#love
#religion
#spiritual
#confessional
#philosophical
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
25th Nov 2023 1:10am
25th Nov 2023 1:10am
The Freedom of Love
- The Freedom of Love -
A philosophical and spiritual work for the betterment of all humanity.
Life does not begin with the grave, nor does it begin with the womb... life begins with an act of love. For without love, and without passion, and even I daresay without lust... life would not be brought into this world. For whether through natural or artificial means even, life can only exist from out of a desire. Whether a desire for life to exist in and of itself, or a desire for another... it is desire that brings life into being. Thus, it is foolish that mainstream...
A philosophical and spiritual work for the betterment of all humanity.
Life does not begin with the grave, nor does it begin with the womb... life begins with an act of love. For without love, and without passion, and even I daresay without lust... life would not be brought into this world. For whether through natural or artificial means even, life can only exist from out of a desire. Whether a desire for life to exist in and of itself, or a desire for another... it is desire that brings life into being. Thus, it is foolish that mainstream...
#love
#peace
#spiritual
#freedom
#philosophical
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
20th Nov 2023 00:34am
20th Nov 2023 00:34am
BOOK REVIEW The End of Alice by AM Homes (1996)
I read this one because it’s featured on many BookTuber’s “disturbing books” list. It’s certainly… an experience. My feelings about The End of Alice are extremely mixed. On the positive side, it’s written with a literary prose style that’s engaging if you have an ear for language, and I was intrigued enough by the story and characters to keep reading to see how they ended up. However, some elements as well as the overall approach felt far too derivative of Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov – perhaps understandable, given that it’s the most iconic novel to deal with this subject matter – while...
#books
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
20th Nov 2023 00:28am
20th Nov 2023 00:28am
FILM REVIEW Thanksgiving (2023)
I just saw Thanksgiving, the new slasher film by Eli Roth, and it was fun. Featuring a great cold open wherein a Black Friday sale leads to a deadly rampage of greed in a small town, we cut to one year later as a slasher in a Pilgrim hat and mask starts insisting on the real reason for the season, one mutilated corpse at a time. It therefore becomes incumbent upon Jessica (Nell Verlaque), daughter of the owner of the store where the stampede took place, to solve the mystery with help from local sheriff Eric (Patrick Dempsey) and boyfriend Bobby (Jalen Thomas Brooks) before they end up in the...
#PopCulture
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buddydog
Poem Published
17th Nov 2023 11:57pm
17th Nov 2023 11:57pm
1864 Sunnyside continued-8
While Robert was rescuing Bessie, Margaret and her siblings were safely hidden away in the smokehouse. Sallie, Margaret's best friend, had crossed her mind and she knew that she had to quickly alert her about the Union Soldiers headed their way. Knowing her sisters had pleaded for her to stay, Margaret found an opportunity to slip away unnoticed. In the corner of her eye, she saw a mule that had not been slain safely tucked away beside the pecan orchard. With a clever move, Margaret hopped on the mule's back and sent it into a gallop. Griping the mule's mane and kicking its side, she was soon...
#family
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0 Comments
tomyaccusers
Poem Published
17th Nov 2023 12:17pm
17th Nov 2023 12:17pm
DEEKHEED
Morning old goatie man.
Haven’t seen you for a while.
Old testosterone withered scrotum vying for my attention.
As you are almost at the sooking your neeps and tatties through a straw stage of life I expect you think you deserve my respect, tact and undivided attention.
Think again.
You raised your fist against me..
Withered scrotum.
..I'm so intimidated ..
Let me remind you I stood before the council, police and NHs in 2020 on thirteen counts of breach of the peace, and fourteen soon after, after writing an...
Haven’t seen you for a while.
Old testosterone withered scrotum vying for my attention.
As you are almost at the sooking your neeps and tatties through a straw stage of life I expect you think you deserve my respect, tact and undivided attention.
Think again.
You raised your fist against me..
Withered scrotum.
..I'm so intimidated ..
Let me remind you I stood before the council, police and NHs in 2020 on thirteen counts of breach of the peace, and fourteen soon after, after writing an...
#zombies
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