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
23rd Feb 2021 9:35am
23rd Feb 2021 9:35am
Chypre
His scent was like the fragrance of bottled adventure, fermented and crafted with time, vintage like whilst his elegance was stately, composed like an orchestrated symphony as I noted subtle signs of his masculinity whilst his prominence announced itself, and I dabbled in the depths of the unspoken but felt whilst inhaling the base notes of his essence, basking in the radiance of his playful aura as he tendered nothing but his raw authenticity & intelligence, and my lips squandered the opportunity as he beckoned me to come closer whilst strategically fingering the pattern etched upon my...
#lover
41 reads
5 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2021 10:40am
22nd Feb 2021 10:40am
a note regarding a recently hidden poem
I removed my DV poem recently. Two people commented and what really got me was the victim shaming of the first commentor.
Firstly because the poem may not have been about me, and if it was, who is to say that it's not a poem about something that happened in the past, and I'm simply writing about it now.
Secondly, because DV relationships are so nuanced that it can be hard for so many reasons, for victims to leave.
For a lot of people with nowhere to go, the choice between staying and homelessness is a huge factor. They may not have any friends and family in...
Firstly because the poem may not have been about me, and if it was, who is to say that it's not a poem about something that happened in the past, and I'm simply writing about it now.
Secondly, because DV relationships are so nuanced that it can be hard for so many reasons, for victims to leave.
For a lot of people with nowhere to go, the choice between staying and homelessness is a huge factor. They may not have any friends and family in...
#conflict
#confessional
#DomesticViolence
60 reads
aries-faerie
Poem Published
20th Feb 2021 9:33pm
20th Feb 2021 9:33pm
finally free
I used to sleep on the edge of the bed
Desperately clinging to the side of my mattress
For the very presence of your body beside me in my bed was enough to keep me in a constant state of panic
You always fell asleep so quick,
So easily, so peacefully
Completely unaware of my fear,
Of my unrelenting restlessness
It took me hours to find enough peace in my chaos-ridden mind to begin to drift off
I feel though, as if I never truly slept in that bed next to you,
I just took a quick rest,
Just a little break whenever the night shift was slow...
Desperately clinging to the side of my mattress
For the very presence of your body beside me in my bed was enough to keep me in a constant state of panic
You always fell asleep so quick,
So easily, so peacefully
Completely unaware of my fear,
Of my unrelenting restlessness
It took me hours to find enough peace in my chaos-ridden mind to begin to drift off
I feel though, as if I never truly slept in that bed next to you,
I just took a quick rest,
Just a little break whenever the night shift was slow...
#abuse
#FeelingTrapped
#DomesticViolence
68 reads
15 Comments
Reborn-Asylum
Poem Published
18th Feb 2021 6:44pm
18th Feb 2021 6:44pm
Macabre
Danse Macabre
One soft summer evening, the wind rolls on the breeze, through the trees to a lonely homestead.
Tenderfoot Ranch, was a quaint homestead with a large field, small granary, and a small house, large enough for five bedrooms. Though everything seemed well on the outside, the fields were withering under Arthur Macabre’s ignorant green-thumb. Arthur had spent his life adventuring not tending fields and they were becoming dry and producing less crop each harvest.
Arthur played a handful of dirt in his hands, breaking up the hard chunks then threw the dirt on...
One soft summer evening, the wind rolls on the breeze, through the trees to a lonely homestead.
Tenderfoot Ranch, was a quaint homestead with a large field, small granary, and a small house, large enough for five bedrooms. Though everything seemed well on the outside, the fields were withering under Arthur Macabre’s ignorant green-thumb. Arthur had spent his life adventuring not tending fields and they were becoming dry and producing less crop each harvest.
Arthur played a handful of dirt in his hands, breaking up the hard chunks then threw the dirt on...
#dark
#parent
23 reads
2 Comments
Reborn-Asylum
Poem Published
18th Feb 2021 6:42pm
18th Feb 2021 6:42pm
Clarabel-La Rising
A Rage Seething
The young sith pureblood rubbed the blood from her lip and spit into the ground. She stood up, and in a swift motion threw dirt into her opponents eyes while shifting low for a sweeping leg kick.
She failed to connect, her older brother easily jumping over her slow leg. He then struck her across the face with a defeating kick and laughed walking to their father's side. He scolded her for her shortcomings and insisted if she could not beat her brother in combat then she didn't need food, instead her portions would go to her brother.
The young...
The young sith pureblood rubbed the blood from her lip and spit into the ground. She stood up, and in a swift motion threw dirt into her opponents eyes while shifting low for a sweeping leg kick.
She failed to connect, her older brother easily jumping over her slow leg. He then struck her across the face with a defeating kick and laughed walking to their father's side. He scolded her for her shortcomings and insisted if she could not beat her brother in combat then she didn't need food, instead her portions would go to her brother.
The young...
#anger
#hate
10 reads
0 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
17th Feb 2021 4:46pm
17th Feb 2021 4:46pm
Anomalies of the heart...
#love
45 reads
4 Comments
Jonnybravo
Poem Published
16th Feb 2021 4:48am
16th Feb 2021 4:48am
Jonny Gigolo
Star-date 1984
Midnight out on the dance floor
A flash from my past
I could see her over there looking apprehensive
Like she wasn’t interested in squeezing my ass
But holus-bolus she was pump’n her brakes
While her foot rested heavily on the gas
Just waiting for the race to begin
The very moment I dropped my pants
But I wasted no time with the proverbial
“Hello beautiful, my name is Jonny”
My sword just inching its way out of its sheath
With lustful eyes for her autonomy
But we only...
Midnight out on the dance floor
A flash from my past
I could see her over there looking apprehensive
Like she wasn’t interested in squeezing my ass
But holus-bolus she was pump’n her brakes
While her foot rested heavily on the gas
Just waiting for the race to begin
The very moment I dropped my pants
But I wasted no time with the proverbial
“Hello beautiful, my name is Jonny”
My sword just inching its way out of its sheath
With lustful eyes for her autonomy
But we only...
#love
#lust
#marriage
#sex
#memories
37 reads
5 Comments
Ashley_M_Hardy
Poem Published
15th Feb 2021 5:46pm
15th Feb 2021 5:46pm
Walking Kamikazes
Walking kamikazes
Violent Zombies
Ticking time bombs with over exerted consciousness
Underrepresented in the grand scheme
Some people get frustrated and take their personal pain out on others or themselves
Lock their feelings away
Then display the “Brave face,” as it’s called.
Our biological Battery life drains with each waking moment, but when the charge is focused within, what is the ratio between positive and negative?
I wanna address my folks for a second, cause Black people really don’t mess with mental health at all.
We have an...
Violent Zombies
Ticking time bombs with over exerted consciousness
Underrepresented in the grand scheme
Some people get frustrated and take their personal pain out on others or themselves
Lock their feelings away
Then display the “Brave face,” as it’s called.
Our biological Battery life drains with each waking moment, but when the charge is focused within, what is the ratio between positive and negative?
I wanna address my folks for a second, cause Black people really don’t mess with mental health at all.
We have an...
#LifeStruggles
#SelfWorth
43 reads
3 Comments
clewluss
SMOOKY
SMOOKY
Poem Published
11th Feb 2021 6:57pm
11th Feb 2021 6:57pm
Solving the Monty Hall puzzler (Pt. 1)
The Monty Hall puzzle, was a
big matter of discussion,
way back in the 1970's,
even PjDs in mathematics made staunch,
but incorrect solutions about it.
The problem was finally proved by
programming a computer
(thank heavens for computers)
to simulate the game.
Finally the community at large
decided that the
Monty Hall puzzler
had been solved.
On Monty Hall's game show,
there are three doors.
Behind two doors are goats,
which nobody in the world could love.
(except a few animal lovers, but...
big matter of discussion,
way back in the 1970's,
even PjDs in mathematics made staunch,
but incorrect solutions about it.
The problem was finally proved by
programming a computer
(thank heavens for computers)
to simulate the game.
Finally the community at large
decided that the
Monty Hall puzzler
had been solved.
On Monty Hall's game show,
there are three doors.
Behind two doors are goats,
which nobody in the world could love.
(except a few animal lovers, but...
#earth
#fire
#water
8 reads
0 Comments
Em-ily
Poem Published
10th Feb 2021 1:17am
10th Feb 2021 1:17am
The Cure (Spring, 2019)
It is me Can you see it … I
miss you
again this month
Hey. It's me. How do I look?
Are you there? Sometimes
I don't think
...my words are on the
board.
It takes me to pieces, but
It is the only
cure. ...I got
nothing more, just the
Light… the Light...
Because the box
was so small.
I put on makeup a few
minutes ago
And...
miss you
again this month
Hey. It's me. How do I look?
Are you there? Sometimes
I don't think
...my words are on the
board.
It takes me to pieces, but
It is the only
cure. ...I got
nothing more, just the
Light… the Light...
Because the box
was so small.
I put on makeup a few
minutes ago
And...
23 reads
7 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
6th Feb 2021 12:07pm
6th Feb 2021 12:07pm
Fragility
It never occurred to me how fragile I am; until he pulled me into his vortex and it’s where I found my grounding, and he held me there whilst sealing my wounds without touching me whatsoever, aside from the way his eyes connected with mine as we bounced the dialogue between tasks.
Perhaps, I’ve been trying too hard to keep myself together when I should embrace falling apart, and the salty tears speak their own language when the cracks run deep, they’re like mosaic hairline fractures that resurface from the core of my being, and I oft wonder about the sanity of those who trigger...
Perhaps, I’ve been trying too hard to keep myself together when I should embrace falling apart, and the salty tears speak their own language when the cracks run deep, they’re like mosaic hairline fractures that resurface from the core of my being, and I oft wonder about the sanity of those who trigger...
#love
53 reads
3 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
