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.
Nocturnalbutterfly
Poem Published
20th Sep 2019 4:08am
20th Sep 2019 4:08am
Death
Prologue: I wrote this a few years ago. I found it helpful to put it down and get it out. My mom loved it, and wanted me to share it with as many people as possible. Hopefully it’ll help those who read it who have gone through or still going through something similar.
Death looms over us all. Death is always there. We just refuse to believe that those we love and care deeply about will fall victim to what life always offers at the end. We have an immortality complex that we project on to our parents, our spouses and everyone close to our hearts. We forget Death is always...
Death looms over us all. Death is always there. We just refuse to believe that those we love and care deeply about will fall victim to what life always offers at the end. We have an immortality complex that we project on to our parents, our spouses and everyone close to our hearts. We forget Death is always...
#love
#grief
#hope #death
#hope #death
33 reads
5 Comments
wizkatfood
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 3:00pm
18th Sep 2019 3:00pm
La vulnérabilité
La vulnérabilité
...est quand tu montes les parties de toi-même qui sont imparfaites,
ceux qui sont un peu bizarres (haha),
ceux qui sont maladroites, et
ceux qui ont peur.
Si tu acceptes les parties imparfaites dans tous les étrangers que tu rencontras, la vulnérabilité est la graine qui commence les relations et, les amitiés qui sont vrais et plein d’amour.
Je dois toujours avouer que j’ai peur chaque jour.
Parce que...
...est quand tu montes les parties de toi-même qui sont imparfaites,
ceux qui sont un peu bizarres (haha),
ceux qui sont maladroites, et
ceux qui ont peur.
Si tu acceptes les parties imparfaites dans tous les étrangers que tu rencontras, la vulnérabilité est la graine qui commence les relations et, les amitiés qui sont vrais et plein d’amour.
Je dois toujours avouer que j’ai peur chaque jour.
Parce que...
#beauty
#honesty
#SelfWorth
17 reads
1 Comment
LostGirl18
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 1:01am
15th Sep 2019 1:01am
At the bar.
Act I, Scene II:
LostGirl enters a noisy restaurant. Saunters up to the bar. Orders a strawberry daiquiri.
As she peers through the crowd, LostGirl notices a man across from her starring.
The phone begins to vibrate. LostGirl opens up her purse, searching frantically.
A dialogue begins.
...
LostGirl enters a noisy restaurant. Saunters up to the bar. Orders a strawberry daiquiri.
As she peers through the crowd, LostGirl notices a man across from her starring.
The phone begins to vibrate. LostGirl opens up her purse, searching frantically.
A dialogue begins.
...
#ShortStory
142 reads
45 Comments
Josh
Poem Published
13th Sep 2019 12:32pm
13th Sep 2019 12:32pm
The Kingdom of Hip
(This story will take 10 minutes to read/listen to)
Once upon a time there was a very special kingdom. And like many kingdoms it was ruled by an over-bearing king and an over-arching theory, neither of which anyone dared question - if you wanted to see your next birthday, that is. The theory, or “paradigm” as clever-clogs call it, that ruled this kingdom had become “culturally embedded”. All that means is, if you ever wanted to actually change the structure of the society that grew up around it, it would be very difficult.
And the particular theory that ruled this...
Once upon a time there was a very special kingdom. And like many kingdoms it was ruled by an over-bearing king and an over-arching theory, neither of which anyone dared question - if you wanted to see your next birthday, that is. The theory, or “paradigm” as clever-clogs call it, that ruled this kingdom had become “culturally embedded”. All that means is, if you ever wanted to actually change the structure of the society that grew up around it, it would be very difficult.
And the particular theory that ruled this...
#politics
#ShortStory
#redemption
89 reads
7 Comments
AEMelia564
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Poem Published
8th Sep 2019 12:03pm
8th Sep 2019 12:03pm
Hypernia (not a game)
As a child I used to ride my bicycle further than my official limits. Any agreement with my parents was slightly over edged. Though I could enjoy my freedom. I over edged because I always liked balancing tightropes being an acrobatic mind. There was a long dull grey road then a side road. Some houses there which sometimes I would give eyes and faces. Once I was there on a late afternoon and a dog fiercely followed me. I fled until I decided to simply tell the dog to go. The dog looked at me seemingly stunned that I had changed my approach. I wasnt "fun to chase anymore" .....
...
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#misunderstood
#confusion
#freedom #wisdom
#freedom #wisdom
54 reads
5 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
6th Sep 2019 2:56pm
6th Sep 2019 2:56pm
"....and then, you die" Letter from "dkzk's Great Communications"......Vol: ???
Thank you, _____,
I'm dealing with a personal tragedy that i'm sure is gonna hang with me for the rest of my broke-down life. The death of my dear daughter Leah on July 4th, 2018.
Death of a child, regardless of age, is a whole different grief from that which other deaths cause.
Make long-story short, I have lost 99% of my 'respect' for human life via the way we treat each other collectively.
We will not be "judged" by our self-important "individuality", but will be judged (metaphorically at least), by our behavior as a collective organism. In that respect, we...
I'm dealing with a personal tragedy that i'm sure is gonna hang with me for the rest of my broke-down life. The death of my dear daughter Leah on July 4th, 2018.
Death of a child, regardless of age, is a whole different grief from that which other deaths cause.
Make long-story short, I have lost 99% of my 'respect' for human life via the way we treat each other collectively.
We will not be "judged" by our self-important "individuality", but will be judged (metaphorically at least), by our behavior as a collective organism. In that respect, we...
#depression
#grief
#heartbroken
#death
#LifeStruggles
77 reads
8 Comments
LostGirl18
Poem Published
5th Sep 2019 00:08am
5th Sep 2019 00:08am
Now and not then.
Dearest V.
I knew once I saw you.
I hadn’t been underground for 600 days
and 600 nights.
Only God knows how many different aMUSEments
you were dipping your ink into.
Forfeiting all blame
...
I knew once I saw you.
I hadn’t been underground for 600 days
and 600 nights.
Only God knows how many different aMUSEments
you were dipping your ink into.
Forfeiting all blame
...
#SelfDiscovery
195 reads
49 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Aug 2019 7:33am
30th Aug 2019 7:33am
Night Journey
Night Journey
We pass silently across the dark Mississippi hills. Crimson sunset falls across the trees. Cool piney air blows through the window. Silvery creeks curve off into the blackness with sandbanks pale yellow. Cars flow down hillsides, their headlights blinding me to the shadowy shoulder whizzing by.
Making the night drive from Natchez we listen to new age music as that surreal Mississippi land sweeps by through the void that is at the heart of all, that emptiness that we minor characters in the great play of life pass through on our road to eternal bliss....
We pass silently across the dark Mississippi hills. Crimson sunset falls across the trees. Cool piney air blows through the window. Silvery creeks curve off into the blackness with sandbanks pale yellow. Cars flow down hillsides, their headlights blinding me to the shadowy shoulder whizzing by.
Making the night drive from Natchez we listen to new age music as that surreal Mississippi land sweeps by through the void that is at the heart of all, that emptiness that we minor characters in the great play of life pass through on our road to eternal bliss....
#love
#marriage
#city
#countryside
#night
59 reads
10 Comments
RexDurkin
Poem Published
29th Aug 2019 9:28am
29th Aug 2019 9:28am
The magic shop
So the other day I walked by this magic shop
that had a blue neon sign in the front window that said
'Jokes n’ Pranks'
So I go in and the bloke behind the counter says to me
“If ya buy five jokes I’ll chuck in one free prank”
I go “Deal!” and give him the money.
So he writes five jokes down on a piece of paper,
hands it to me and goes “Have a nice day mate.”
I go “Wait a minute, what about my free prank?”
And he goes “I just gave it to ya”
I go “You have?”
He goes “Yeah, y’see all...
that had a blue neon sign in the front window that said
'Jokes n’ Pranks'
So I go in and the bloke behind the counter says to me
“If ya buy five jokes I’ll chuck in one free prank”
I go “Deal!” and give him the money.
So he writes five jokes down on a piece of paper,
hands it to me and goes “Have a nice day mate.”
I go “Wait a minute, what about my free prank?”
And he goes “I just gave it to ya”
I go “You have?”
He goes “Yeah, y’see all...
#fiction
#narrative
#funny #prose
#funny #prose
30 reads
0 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
28th Aug 2019 00:19am
28th Aug 2019 00:19am
The Secret Word
A friend an I were talking about
annoying shit kids do, all the noises
and shreiks then I remebered the time
I was tormenting my mom with
Pee-wee Hermans secret word of
the day. Pee-wee would pick a random
word like "the" or "what" or sometimes
"afternoon" and whenever someone
would say it, you were supposed to
scream really loud. It was Saturday
and the show just ended and my mom
had just woken up, I was sitting in the
front room on the floor wearing my
Cabbage Patch knee high slippers
and a CareBear nightgown all reved...
annoying shit kids do, all the noises
and shreiks then I remebered the time
I was tormenting my mom with
Pee-wee Hermans secret word of
the day. Pee-wee would pick a random
word like "the" or "what" or sometimes
"afternoon" and whenever someone
would say it, you were supposed to
scream really loud. It was Saturday
and the show just ended and my mom
had just woken up, I was sitting in the
front room on the floor wearing my
Cabbage Patch knee high slippers
and a CareBear nightgown all reved...
#love
#family
#funny
63 reads
10 Comments
Vamps
Poem Published
27th Aug 2019 2:56pm
27th Aug 2019 2:56pm
Tea & Tobacco
The garden sings
With native song
Grass
Almost too long
For some
Not me
I like to let it grow
The insects' home
A jungle home
Timber, a feather edged
Fence
A barrier, a border
No man shall cross
This imperfect world
Is my own, my home
The cat curled
In the shade
Not awakening ...
With native song
Grass
Almost too long
For some
Not me
I like to let it grow
The insects' home
A jungle home
Timber, a feather edged
Fence
A barrier, a border
No man shall cross
This imperfect world
Is my own, my home
The cat curled
In the shade
Not awakening ...
#summer
#peace
#prose
#heaven
#meditation
88 reads
6 Comments
Harold-Weathervein
Poem Published
26th Aug 2019 1:59am
26th Aug 2019 1:59am
Mid-August
We were in bed Mid August.
I was triple digit sober.
They said it would subside.
First the physical withdrawals but I wouldn't know much about that.
The first two weeks of being comatose helped get past the rough of it.
and then the month of observation afterwards.
They warned me of the psychological consequences.
Depression, Anxiety, Irritable, Lack of Focus, DID, Dysphoria, blah blah etc.
Saying all these things as if they hadn't already been there in the first place.
I guess they didn't know that I had just given up on trying to hide all...
I was triple digit sober.
They said it would subside.
First the physical withdrawals but I wouldn't know much about that.
The first two weeks of being comatose helped get past the rough of it.
and then the month of observation afterwards.
They warned me of the psychological consequences.
Depression, Anxiety, Irritable, Lack of Focus, DID, Dysphoria, blah blah etc.
Saying all these things as if they hadn't already been there in the first place.
I guess they didn't know that I had just given up on trying to hide all...
#sadness
#regret
#SelfHarm
#illness
#MentalHealth
76 reads
0 Comments
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