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.
Em-ily
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:34am
Yesterday 00:34am
Translation
English to Hatian Creole to Hawaiian
to Amharic to Yiddish to Yoruba
This is another song i had last week at
lunch in New Orleans. Although i think
it makes you feel like a horse. So i think
i'll tell you about it.
In the past, i thought i would go outside
the church at some point during the day
Sit down (i went there today) and think
to talk to the nun. i don’t know any
nuns, but i do know.
i think they are very...
to Amharic to Yiddish to Yoruba
This is another song i had last week at
lunch in New Orleans. Although i think
it makes you feel like a horse. So i think
i'll tell you about it.
In the past, i thought i would go outside
the church at some point during the day
Sit down (i went there today) and think
to talk to the nun. i don’t know any
nuns, but i do know.
i think they are very...
#love
#spiritual
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MotDi
Poem Published
17th Sep 2020 5:02pm
17th Sep 2020 5:02pm
Sweet Release
#SelfHarm
#BDSM
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msbeav
Poem Published
7th Sep 2020 1:59pm
7th Sep 2020 1:59pm
Child Of My Past
I'm not good enough.
I long to be good enough, yet that dream has not yet been realized and I wonder if it ever will be.
Lately I feel empty and hollow. h
How did I they get this way? What led to this? What's wrong with me? I feel lost. I'm wandering around within my mind.
I don't allow myself to trust anybody to help me, been there, done that. It only ends more pain, more shame and more hurt ...
I'm on my own with this.
So I write about it, because that's what I know how to do, and the writing pacifies me and teases me out of my own thoughts.
I have so...
I long to be good enough, yet that dream has not yet been realized and I wonder if it ever will be.
Lately I feel empty and hollow. h
How did I they get this way? What led to this? What's wrong with me? I feel lost. I'm wandering around within my mind.
I don't allow myself to trust anybody to help me, been there, done that. It only ends more pain, more shame and more hurt ...
I'm on my own with this.
So I write about it, because that's what I know how to do, and the writing pacifies me and teases me out of my own thoughts.
I have so...
#sadness
#loneliness
#rejection
#confusion
#despair
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RobynRenee
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2020 3:43am
2nd Sep 2020 3:43am
what you don't know
Bile rises in my throat, threatening to drown out the plastic smile I have plastered on my face.
What is wrong with them?
Do they not know they are talking about a real person, with the same thoughts, wants, wishes, and dreams as the rest?
Is dignity such a precious thing that so many must be denied it?
But I do not make a sound, I do not look in their direction. I keep my smile on and keep my eyes drifting aimlessly about.
They are not talking about me, but they might as well be reciting my list before my face.
Feeding
Bathing
Bathroom
O you can...
What is wrong with them?
Do they not know they are talking about a real person, with the same thoughts, wants, wishes, and dreams as the rest?
Is dignity such a precious thing that so many must be denied it?
But I do not make a sound, I do not look in their direction. I keep my smile on and keep my eyes drifting aimlessly about.
They are not talking about me, but they might as well be reciting my list before my face.
Feeding
Bathing
Bathroom
O you can...
#confessional
#ignorance
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
30th Aug 2020 4:27pm
30th Aug 2020 4:27pm
dkzk GreatCommunications #-46.7 / "God Bless The Honest, Caring Police People"
................... in the last 50yrs, back before the '60s' it certainly was true.
Back before then, cops could kick the shit out of any one any time. If the dirty ass criminals complained to "higher ups", they were ignored & liable to get a worse, or fatal, ass kicking for their efforts at finding justice..
My father was a guard at Rikers Island in NYC the 1950s. Being the racist he was, Dad had numerous "humorous" stories about stuff they used to do to "stupid
n----rs" with the administrators always complicit in "blind eye" & cover-ups.
...
Back before then, cops could kick the shit out of any one any time. If the dirty ass criminals complained to "higher ups", they were ignored & liable to get a worse, or fatal, ass kicking for their efforts at finding justice..
My father was a guard at Rikers Island in NYC the 1950s. Being the racist he was, Dad had numerous "humorous" stories about stuff they used to do to "stupid
n----rs" with the administrators always complicit in "blind eye" & cover-ups.
...
#murder
#politics
#GunControl
#America
#racism
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shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
29th Aug 2020 4:12am
29th Aug 2020 4:12am
Evidently, there’s no cure for stupidity...
#apathy
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
27th Aug 2020 11:59pm
27th Aug 2020 11:59pm
The 7th Anniversary
I would've celebrated my seventh anniversary with my dog today if she hadn't died in July. For those who may not know, my dog's name was Agnes. She was a Chihuahua. When she died, it didn't just break my heart. It broke my spirit as well. With the exception of me spending ten days in the hospital in 2014, Agnes was with me every single day for nearly seven years.
After Agnes died, I constantly felt agitated and it was even hard for me to sit still. I couldn't even get any pleasure from my video games. But I did feel a little comfort by watching some of "The Dukes of Hazzard"...
After Agnes died, I constantly felt agitated and it was even hard for me to sit still. I couldn't even get any pleasure from my video games. But I did feel a little comfort by watching some of "The Dukes of Hazzard"...
#death
#dogs
#animals #anniversary
#animals #anniversary
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Frustrated_prole
Poem Published
27th Aug 2020 5:34pm
27th Aug 2020 5:34pm
Were we ready for the Smart Phone?
Were we ready for hand held computers?
I remember the time before smart phones, I remember it fondly, people talked more, they shouted at each other more, they insulted each other face to face, and they warmed to one another. People knew where they were going and why. They didn’t need to download an app before they walked out of their front doors.
It was very innocent at first, you could look stuff up on your phone, and you could email and message each other with out burning credit. Smart phones were very innocent at first. We lost ourselves when they started pumping news onto...
I remember the time before smart phones, I remember it fondly, people talked more, they shouted at each other more, they insulted each other face to face, and they warmed to one another. People knew where they were going and why. They didn’t need to download an app before they walked out of their front doors.
It was very innocent at first, you could look stuff up on your phone, and you could email and message each other with out burning credit. Smart phones were very innocent at first. We lost ourselves when they started pumping news onto...
#politics
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
27th Aug 2020 10:42am
27th Aug 2020 10:42am
Kiss and Tell
It was nice kissing a man for the first time. I had previous experiences before, meeting men on occasion, subs who wanted to have their bottom spanked, but nothing more. I also had not asked specificalllybut each of them (not that ,many, really) chose to dress in their French Maid outfits. Very nice, quite lovely.
I enjoyed spanking them to their delight, played with them sexually a bit (the enjoyed that I handled their cock a bit, a bit of stroking, if you will. But one day, in a completely different context I happened to go to a man's house to do a bit of cleaning. he...
I enjoyed spanking them to their delight, played with them sexually a bit (the enjoyed that I handled their cock a bit, a bit of stroking, if you will. But one day, in a completely different context I happened to go to a man's house to do a bit of cleaning. he...
#happiness
#motivational
#emotions
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ohmy_engrish
^-^
^-^
Poem Published
27th Aug 2020 8:30am
27th Aug 2020 8:30am
~Finding a timeless song in an unexpected place
⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰
A while ago, in May 2020, my friends made me a playlist consisting of all of the songs they thought I’d like, put into a CD and got it delivered to my house...in the middle of a pandemic.
This was absolutely amazing as I didn’t expect I would get a b-day gift at all heh.
But this gift got me questioning myself, what is THE song that just...does it for me?
It’s a weird way of phrasing it, but lemme explain.
...
A while ago, in May 2020, my friends made me a playlist consisting of all of the songs they thought I’d like, put into a CD and got it delivered to my house...in the middle of a pandemic.
This was absolutely amazing as I didn’t expect I would get a b-day gift at all heh.
But this gift got me questioning myself, what is THE song that just...does it for me?
It’s a weird way of phrasing it, but lemme explain.
...
#childhood
#music
#lyrics
#memories
#nostalgia
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
27th Aug 2020 8:11am
27th Aug 2020 8:11am
Great Communications, Vol: 79.3 Auto'bio'graphic-like
dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
- Edited Yesterday 11:11amYesterday 10:53am
originally written maybe 8-9 wks ago in response to a comment by dear Ahavati
Hope yr not talkin'bout me. (just kiddin).
I'm not so optimistic as you re: our individual efforts to help the collective human species to turn it's nasty karma around. Too many eons of fucking things up. Extinction is the only "solution". ( O, blasphemer ! )
Karma is a collective-species issue, not an individual reward-punishment system that ego tells us it is. No way. Just gotta...
- Edited Yesterday 11:11amYesterday 10:53am
originally written maybe 8-9 wks ago in response to a comment by dear Ahavati
Hope yr not talkin'bout me. (just kiddin).
I'm not so optimistic as you re: our individual efforts to help the collective human species to turn it's nasty karma around. Too many eons of fucking things up. Extinction is the only "solution". ( O, blasphemer ! )
Karma is a collective-species issue, not an individual reward-punishment system that ego tells us it is. No way. Just gotta...
#heartbroken
#identity
#death
#confessional
#confusion
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Louise_Usher
Louise Usher
Louise Usher
Poem Published
25th Aug 2020 2:32am
25th Aug 2020 2:32am
Struggles and Triumphs
End of August can you believe?
1.50 am and I sit, once again, awake. This seems to be a regular pattern for the past few weeks. I try and listen for the phone for a late-night text chat which more often than not doesn’t come. I will sleep early for a couple of hours, exhausted, and then wake around 12 or 1 to check the phone. Getting back to sleep is the tough bit, especially if there is a message. I reply, and I hope. Possibly leading on to a conversation which leaves me like a marshmallow and sleeping with a half-smile on my loved face. I’m frequently too late. Reading back...
1.50 am and I sit, once again, awake. This seems to be a regular pattern for the past few weeks. I try and listen for the phone for a late-night text chat which more often than not doesn’t come. I will sleep early for a couple of hours, exhausted, and then wake around 12 or 1 to check the phone. Getting back to sleep is the tough bit, especially if there is a message. I reply, and I hope. Possibly leading on to a conversation which leaves me like a marshmallow and sleeping with a half-smile on my loved face. I’m frequently too late. Reading back...
#love
#rejection
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#fear
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