Non-Fiction Prose by Members Last Online
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
Poems published by members most recently online.
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
12th Oct 2020 11:25pm
12th Oct 2020 11:25pm
Winters Lost
Today I saw your pictures. Oh, the memories. I took steps back until I fell into the river, and away it carried me. But I wanted to stay and relive the happiness you brought me all those years ago. Something died in me that winter when you said it was over. The memory remains frozen in place, unchanged. Here I am now, so far away from you, stagnate. I still remember your voice in my ear, and there it lingers, well-tuned, the sweetest music. The howl of that winter’s hell can sometimes overcome it; however, I refuse to allow your music to perish! I miss you. Sure, I’ve moved on, but nothing...
#love
#breakup
#confessional
407 reads
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nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2021 7:04pm
22nd Aug 2021 7:04pm
The Sweet Mrs. Rodgers reviles her story Chapter 6
#LifeChangingMoment
426 reads
5 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2023 11:09pm
3rd Aug 2023 11:09pm
Phrases & Concepts
The control of allowing the mind to wander captures the essence of creativity.
It takes more strength and might to create than to destroy.
Zero only exists because of the possibility of one. There has to be something in order to conceive nothing.
Perfection was always possible, is always possible, and will always be possible, whether it was, is, or will be achieved, or not, as there is room to improve, moving forward within perpetual change. Such is striving for repentant faith in self.
As a principle, there can be a conceived duality between...
It takes more strength and might to create than to destroy.
Zero only exists because of the possibility of one. There has to be something in order to conceive nothing.
Perfection was always possible, is always possible, and will always be possible, whether it was, is, or will be achieved, or not, as there is room to improve, moving forward within perpetual change. Such is striving for repentant faith in self.
As a principle, there can be a conceived duality between...
#spiritual
#humankind
#philosophical
#morality
#wisdom
254 reads
1 Comment
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
10th Jan 2020 9:00pm
10th Jan 2020 9:00pm
The Story of the Word "Alpha"
The word Alpha was probably introduced when Britannia was part of the Roman Empire (43-410 AD). Latin native speakers came over from the continent and added their words to the mix of Anglo-Saxon and Celtic languages.
Alpha was the first letter of the Latin alphabet. The Romans took it from the Greeks, who must have learned it from the Phoenicians (Greek name for Canaanites) while trading with them across the Mediterranean (Phoenicia/Canaan is roughly current-day Lebanon).
The Canaanites are credited with the invention of the ancestor of our current...
Alpha was the first letter of the Latin alphabet. The Romans took it from the Greeks, who must have learned it from the Phoenicians (Greek name for Canaanites) while trading with them across the Mediterranean (Phoenicia/Canaan is roughly current-day Lebanon).
The Canaanites are credited with the invention of the ancestor of our current...
#evolution
#PowerOfWords
814 reads
26 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 10:43pm
3rd Feb 2025 10:43pm
A Bit Player In A Wayward Dream
I sometimes wonder
Whether
I'm just a figment
Of someone else's imagination
A non-existence
A bit player, in a wayward dream
I'm only real
Because the dramer perceives me as real
Therefore, i'm left questioning my own existence
Living within another surreality
Perhaps i'm a fairy
That believes in humans
But sees them as alien creatures
My ethereal escape
With wings
To float on the breezes
Thus avoiding the tempestuous storms
That lurk within the teacups of doubt
Of the nightmarish...
Whether
I'm just a figment
Of someone else's imagination
A non-existence
A bit player, in a wayward dream
I'm only real
Because the dramer perceives me as real
Therefore, i'm left questioning my own existence
Living within another surreality
Perhaps i'm a fairy
That believes in humans
But sees them as alien creatures
My ethereal escape
With wings
To float on the breezes
Thus avoiding the tempestuous storms
That lurk within the teacups of doubt
Of the nightmarish...
#dreams
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle #philosophical
#LifeCycle #philosophical
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Mar 2024 10:40am
25th Mar 2024 10:40am
Camp Counselor Crush
Camp Counselor Crush
Summer in New Orleans was artichokes dipped in sour cream, plantains ripening in the backyard, and ready to be fried by Mom in a skillet to sweeten my boyish tongue with tropical flavors that summoned the Tarzan in my heart. When Mom baked baklava in the oven the scent was as sweet as the smile of the ladies who strolled the streets of the neighborhood on their evening walks wearing scarves like the Turkish maidens in the pictures from the village of Yalova on the shores of the Sea of Marmara that I only saw in slides from my Dad’s projector.
...
Summer in New Orleans was artichokes dipped in sour cream, plantains ripening in the backyard, and ready to be fried by Mom in a skillet to sweeten my boyish tongue with tropical flavors that summoned the Tarzan in my heart. When Mom baked baklava in the oven the scent was as sweet as the smile of the ladies who strolled the streets of the neighborhood on their evening walks wearing scarves like the Turkish maidens in the pictures from the village of Yalova on the shores of the Sea of Marmara that I only saw in slides from my Dad’s projector.
...
#mother
#women
#childhood
#crush
#son
219 reads
2 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 7:57pm
23rd Dec 2024 7:57pm
One sided attraction
I was staying in one of those days,
Where you just saw misused lips and teeth,
That refused to turn the light,
Back as protesting.
Use for what we are meant to be used.
Not victims of a hysterical laugh to create atmosphere.
Gotten out of the building, waiting in the station nearby,
It was like being in a room with rotten clothes,
Where the windows where not open the day before,
A heavy smell
…Under the fog.
I turned my head and
I bumped on something out of context
…I could see a cigarette in a elegant hand,
That looked...
Where you just saw misused lips and teeth,
That refused to turn the light,
Back as protesting.
Use for what we are meant to be used.
Not victims of a hysterical laugh to create atmosphere.
Gotten out of the building, waiting in the station nearby,
It was like being in a room with rotten clothes,
Where the windows where not open the day before,
A heavy smell
…Under the fog.
I turned my head and
I bumped on something out of context
…I could see a cigarette in a elegant hand,
That looked...
#lover
82 reads
2 Comments
rubyredheart
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 11:07pm
16th Jan 2025 11:07pm
Living in Color
Blue. What does the word mean to you? A color? A feeling? Maybe you think of water? Or sky? Is the word kind to you? Really it’s a very simple word. Not ugly. Not especially pretty. Certainly not long. I’m feeling blue today. The sky is blue today. I cried blue tears that flowed from my blue eyes today. I read a book by a blue river. Is this good? Is this bad? Or simply is this? It is all okay with me because right now I have time to think about it or just sit and soak it in and not think at all. I rather like just feeling and just being sometimes without all the bother and effort of Life....
#StreamOfConsciousness
82 reads
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 2:57am
19th Apr 2024 2:57am
Mob Mentality
fear of being singled out makes most people a coward...
every one of us is unique
but we are brainwashed and shamed not to stick out
to the point of not being able to think outside of the box
when mob mentality singles out an odd one from the herd
the whole group lays into that one out of fear
and for popularities sake, the odd one is cursed at and beaten down
thinking I'm glad that wasn't me
they are warned with cruel chastisement not to shine
finally, setting aside their own morals and beliefs
for the want of...
every one of us is unique
but we are brainwashed and shamed not to stick out
to the point of not being able to think outside of the box
when mob mentality singles out an odd one from the herd
the whole group lays into that one out of fear
and for popularities sake, the odd one is cursed at and beaten down
thinking I'm glad that wasn't me
they are warned with cruel chastisement not to shine
finally, setting aside their own morals and beliefs
for the want of...
#love
218 reads
3 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
5th Feb 2023 00:18am
5th Feb 2023 00:18am
Bad Rooster
Cock-A-Doodle-Doo
Yes I still remember you
Every morning before the sun
I hope you're ready to run
Because your head is mine
No more annoying sunrise
I don't want to know the time
Please stop this hate crime
Deep inside you know you're wrong
Silence is where you don't belong
No more Cock-A-Doodle-Dooing song
Why not chill and smoke a bong?
Cock-A-Doodle-Doo
Yes I still remember you
Every morning before the sun
I hope you're ready to run
Yes I still remember you
Every morning before the sun
I hope you're ready to run
Because your head is mine
No more annoying sunrise
I don't want to know the time
Please stop this hate crime
Deep inside you know you're wrong
Silence is where you don't belong
No more Cock-A-Doodle-Dooing song
Why not chill and smoke a bong?
Cock-A-Doodle-Doo
Yes I still remember you
Every morning before the sun
I hope you're ready to run
#LifeStruggles
360 reads
4 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 10:37pm
10th Mar 2025 10:37pm
My Dystopian Novel
The longer you survive the more you defy him...
Love is inescapable
It takes more than physical strength to survive
Anyone can fall...
This website and all its contributors, have been a huge inspirational-motivational-emotional support over the years. Many people I met here have kept me writing.
The thought that my poems and stories have been read by anyone is more than I could ever have asked for.
I want to thank the Web Mistress, for all her hard work, along with the people who kept this site running.
Without the support...
Love is inescapable
It takes more than physical strength to survive
Anyone can fall...
This website and all its contributors, have been a huge inspirational-motivational-emotional support over the years. Many people I met here have kept me writing.
The thought that my poems and stories have been read by anyone is more than I could ever have asked for.
I want to thank the Web Mistress, for all her hard work, along with the people who kept this site running.
Without the support...
#dystopian
78 reads
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2022 5:04pm
2nd Dec 2022 5:04pm
The Forty Years' War
Hi!
If we haven’t met in person, we are probably friends online, or maybe you’ve come across my work on ‘The Notes and the Words’ or DUP. I tend to go by Wafflenose or Ellie online. I have decided to be brave, or as brave as it’s possible for a pathologically shy, mild-mannered, socially-phobic English woman to be. I’m going to share a bit about my journey with a lifelong mood disorder, in the hope that somebody might learn something, and that I might develop more understanding of my condition, which still baffles me from time to time.
Like most people, I don’t have many...
If we haven’t met in person, we are probably friends online, or maybe you’ve come across my work on ‘The Notes and the Words’ or DUP. I tend to go by Wafflenose or Ellie online. I have decided to be brave, or as brave as it’s possible for a pathologically shy, mild-mannered, socially-phobic English woman to be. I’m going to share a bit about my journey with a lifelong mood disorder, in the hope that somebody might learn something, and that I might develop more understanding of my condition, which still baffles me from time to time.
Like most people, I don’t have many...
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
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1 Comment
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