Popular Non-Fiction Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
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
92 reads
16 Comments
its love
when they are real
themselves
with no audience or
parlor tricks
or charades
just two people
being real
directly speaking
not misleading
that's what creates trust....
themselves
with no audience or
parlor tricks
or charades
just two people
being real
directly speaking
not misleading
that's what creates trust....
#TruthOfLife
53 reads
12 Comments
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
77 reads
Separation Anxiety
I’ve always been afflicted when it comes to daydreaming & overthinking, especially when I get attached to people, and their personalities.
In such a short time, I get attached to people whom I shouldn’t tether myself to, under any circumstances when measured upon the axis of right & wrong.
People, whom couldn’t care less about me as I’m entertaining myself with their energy whilst flirting with danger, all in the name of craving love.
A love I’ve never known but oft craved.
And I pondered the way he stared at me a little too...
In such a short time, I get attached to people whom I shouldn’t tether myself to, under any circumstances when measured upon the axis of right & wrong.
People, whom couldn’t care less about me as I’m entertaining myself with their energy whilst flirting with danger, all in the name of craving love.
A love I’ve never known but oft craved.
And I pondered the way he stared at me a little too...
#love
66 reads
6 Comments
liberty
.cast out
the outcast
realised
liberation
after
prolonged
delibration
love, bounds
and binds
yet
there exists
a space-time
there
too
how dumb.
listlessness
just a side, effect
of the birth
of freedom.
the outcast
realised
liberation
after
prolonged
delibration
love, bounds
and binds
yet
there exists
a space-time
there
too
how dumb.
listlessness
just a side, effect
of the birth
of freedom.
#LifeChangingMoment
#freedom
#philosophical
59 reads
transfer
they came in the night for her, to hold her down, while she was occupied with grieving everything that had happened to her and everything she lost. not least her mind. she fought for her life- let it never be said she went quietly- adding more bruises to the ones left by the faithful law. it was no use. two held her legs, two held her arms and a last leaned on her back and pulled down her pyjamas to inject her with something to make her forget. before she became docile she turned her head to her right and saw the saddened face of the nurse she had trusted. she asked of her do you have a son?...
#MentalHealth
52 reads
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
51 reads
5 Comments
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
59 reads
3 Comments
Storm is an astronaut
At half midnight they awaken
remnants from a rubiks cube start to preform their act
against walls slightly creeping over the ceiling
immaculate sights
I lay awake and wonder excruciating thoughts
existence riddled like a quivering yarn thread
breaking loose in spiraling motive
all seem air as helium is pumped into a balloon
propelled plastic from afar woven by wind
ghost after ghost begins to sigh
scraping fountains turn into metal blades
lancing spears soar sphered dusk
Earth I was bare
Now ...
remnants from a rubiks cube start to preform their act
against walls slightly creeping over the ceiling
immaculate sights
I lay awake and wonder excruciating thoughts
existence riddled like a quivering yarn thread
breaking loose in spiraling motive
all seem air as helium is pumped into a balloon
propelled plastic from afar woven by wind
ghost after ghost begins to sigh
scraping fountains turn into metal blades
lancing spears soar sphered dusk
Earth I was bare
Now ...
#storm
#nature
#sleep
36 reads
8 Comments
I'm not a Bic

#BDSM
#funny
#gratitude
74 reads
3 Comments
The universe is my lover
Waking up to flickering forces of creation
lavender skies are draped over this half light
Blemished in the woven dark
Through each vein
waves come crashing
Sounds of the senses
faded away
Remembering
the longest day
the infinite shore
in a milky white sea
floating in a bryzantine
layer of time
capturing
northern lights
crushing their wings
of angels falling
splintered
Footprints
Carving the crypt of my dreams
where all spirals as one
Once...
lavender skies are draped over this half light
Blemished in the woven dark
Through each vein
waves come crashing
Sounds of the senses
faded away
Remembering
the longest day
the infinite shore
in a milky white sea
floating in a bryzantine
layer of time
capturing
northern lights
crushing their wings
of angels falling
splintered
Footprints
Carving the crypt of my dreams
where all spirals as one
Once...
#universe
#nature
#gratitude
69 reads
6 Comments
what do you want me to say?
it .makes. the. voices.
....stop
....stop
#ILoveYou
#fate
#TruthOfLife #magic
#TruthOfLife #magic
53 reads
3 Comments
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