Non-Fiction Prose by Members Last Online
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
5th Jan 2021 10:45pm
5th Jan 2021 10:45pm
Novellas
For some, novellas can be as short as a couple of thousand words, though they usually are between 17,000 and 30,000 words. So considering that my short stories rarely exceeded that I hava a long way to go if I want to get there. But publishing books of poetry or novellas or short stories or novel can be a snake pit and money pit as well which can cost you thousands of dollars even without promise of getting published what with all the hands of different people it has to go though first. The oher option is self publishing and distribution. Years a go a guy did just that: slef...
#MyInspiration
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
30th Aug 2023 7:06pm
30th Aug 2023 7:06pm
I do not like you again
I do not like you
Maybe tomorrow I will forget about you
But today I do not like to see your face
I see you in the street
I see you at the stairs of my building
One hour coffee with you
Would feel it has got nothing to offer me for what I long for
Just a barren world
Eternal dryness in the desert
God put you there
Just to remind me another time
That is not a soul out there
And that I will do it on my own
So yes I do not like you
And I do not like your sight out there
It feels like a duty.
Maybe tomorrow I will forget about you
But today I do not like to see your face
I see you in the street
I see you at the stairs of my building
One hour coffee with you
Would feel it has got nothing to offer me for what I long for
Just a barren world
Eternal dryness in the desert
God put you there
Just to remind me another time
That is not a soul out there
And that I will do it on my own
So yes I do not like you
And I do not like your sight out there
It feels like a duty.
#myself
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James_A_Knight
Poem Published
13th Jun 2023 2:47pm
13th Jun 2023 2:47pm
Customer profiles
We are all capable of being assholes (Me especially). But if you are working behind a till you can't escape them.
The Good Customer
Comes in, picks something, brings it to the till, pays and leaves. May say thanks, but thanks is only necessary, if the till attendant has packed their bag or carried something heavy.
The Lonely Customer
Comes in, takes a long time picking something, stands at the till and begins to tell their entire life story, from birth up until the present. Then begins on the present state of affairs. After a long one-way conversation, in...
The Good Customer
Comes in, picks something, brings it to the till, pays and leaves. May say thanks, but thanks is only necessary, if the till attendant has packed their bag or carried something heavy.
The Lonely Customer
Comes in, takes a long time picking something, stands at the till and begins to tell their entire life story, from birth up until the present. Then begins on the present state of affairs. After a long one-way conversation, in...
#identity
#respect
99 reads
10 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
19th May 2014 00:36am
19th May 2014 00:36am
alone with my thoughts...
loneliness, apparently, is not an integral
part of the human condition, but can be
dismissed as a symptom of poor social
skills, according to the psychiatrist.
Therefore, I am not lonely, I am an
inferior speaker, listener, looker, actor...
my behaviour needs to be altered, to
make me socially viable, a going
concern, one of the gang...
The trouble is, I thought loneliness
meant something more than that, I
thought it went a little deeper. I mean,
the gang look a pretty lonely bunch to
me, even if they are all excellent...
part of the human condition, but can be
dismissed as a symptom of poor social
skills, according to the psychiatrist.
Therefore, I am not lonely, I am an
inferior speaker, listener, looker, actor...
my behaviour needs to be altered, to
make me socially viable, a going
concern, one of the gang...
The trouble is, I thought loneliness
meant something more than that, I
thought it went a little deeper. I mean,
the gang look a pretty lonely bunch to
me, even if they are all excellent...
776 reads
9 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 00:15am
18th Feb 2019 00:15am
Anal Cabal
Prince Nala lie back
on an abaca hammock
enjoying fresh bacca
and masala under a gossamer
cabana aside the Ganges River—
natural light seeping
through its beautiful weave—
acacia-branched shadows
moving as smoke atop the fabric.
As servants tended blains
upon the soles of his feet,
he supped while contemplating
penning an alcaic verse
for his Princess Damayanti
( having been chosen
as her wedded husband
so many years ago...
on an abaca hammock
enjoying fresh bacca
and masala under a gossamer
cabana aside the Ganges River—
natural light seeping
through its beautiful weave—
acacia-branched shadows
moving as smoke atop the fabric.
As servants tended blains
upon the soles of his feet,
he supped while contemplating
penning an alcaic verse
for his Princess Damayanti
( having been chosen
as her wedded husband
so many years ago...
#love
#alcohol
#historical
#philosophical
#morality
1135 reads
25 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
27th Dec 2021 00:56am
27th Dec 2021 00:56am
little black velvet bag
After this, there's really nothing left"...
She says, almost absentmindedly,
(have no doubt, this was mostly playing martyr)
while pulling out a tiny
black velvet bag.
I quickly catch the
simultaneous swallowing
of the huge lump in her throat.
(Proof, that was more telling than she'd like)
She started her opening by saying
she'd gifted my oldest sister
some old piece of her jewelry, as well
perhaps a ring
or earrings
or a necklace
I really couldn't tell you
since I was barely listening. ...
She says, almost absentmindedly,
(have no doubt, this was mostly playing martyr)
while pulling out a tiny
black velvet bag.
I quickly catch the
simultaneous swallowing
of the huge lump in her throat.
(Proof, that was more telling than she'd like)
She started her opening by saying
she'd gifted my oldest sister
some old piece of her jewelry, as well
perhaps a ring
or earrings
or a necklace
I really couldn't tell you
since I was barely listening. ...
#love
#Christmas
#memories #TimeHeals
#memories #TimeHeals
481 reads
40 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 4:08am
23rd Feb 2023 4:08am
Getting The Nude On
As a family, we have our nude on. My family and extended family are wired to be free in nature. Birds do it and though you may not realize it, you learn from it. A sense of being free and a relationship with nature. Which brings with it a positive body image and higher self-esteem. In your own space and there, is no one to judge you because you are among like-minded people. It also gives you confidence. The same people who say, "I wouldn't do that," or the very same people who dream about it if they are honest with themselves. I find it hypocritical that we are all naked, proud, and free...
#earth
#nature
#TruthOfLife #freedom
#TruthOfLife #freedom
148 reads
2 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2021 8:04pm
22nd Aug 2021 8:04pm
The Sweet Mrs. Rodgers reviles her story Chapter 6
#LifeChangingMoment
287 reads
5 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
9th Oct 2018 5:23pm
9th Oct 2018 5:23pm
The Adventures of Hoppity Hop (The Final Adventure)
3:00 am I wake to you passed out
in the corner where you slept
changing your food and water
I noticed there was no movement
your chest wasn’t moving
some see their animals as pets
to me you were my son
can’t have kids of my own
so when I held you for the first time
it made me smile
and everyday after
I was always happy to see you
you were hopping with joy
waiting for me to pet you
no one else could hold you
you never gave me any trouble
I feel bad, I could of done more
let you out on the...
in the corner where you slept
changing your food and water
I noticed there was no movement
your chest wasn’t moving
some see their animals as pets
to me you were my son
can’t have kids of my own
so when I held you for the first time
it made me smile
and everyday after
I was always happy to see you
you were hopping with joy
waiting for me to pet you
no one else could hold you
you never gave me any trouble
I feel bad, I could of done more
let you out on the...
#love
#death
#animals
626 reads
5 Comments
shabre
Poem Published
26th Mar 2023 7:04pm
26th Mar 2023 7:04pm
Our Last Goodbye
You died just over a week ago,and I don't know what I'll do
Without you here and in my life. My heart has broken in two.
We made so many memories;nights out and weekends away
But the illness took you really quickly and meant you couldn't stay.
I know I have to let you go,and I know that I will cry
When it's time to stand with everyone and say our last goodbye.❤️
Without you here and in my life. My heart has broken in two.
We made so many memories;nights out and weekends away
But the illness took you really quickly and meant you couldn't stay.
I know I have to let you go,and I know that I will cry
When it's time to stand with everyone and say our last goodbye.❤️
#grief
154 reads
8 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
30th Nov 2014 2:58pm
30th Nov 2014 2:58pm
How not to speak to others.
It's been a while since I've written anything of any particular worth. Last night, sat at a table, with four peers, I felt passionate again. I'd been asked how the house was coming along so I showed a few pictures I fancied in various rooms. I displayed a picture, from Southend 1941, of a mother with her daughter in a wheelbarrow both in gas masks. I suppose it was unwise though I've never been known to tred lightly where I should. In the dining room, I explained, I wanted to dedicate a wall to the causes and effects of war. They laughed, said from my western home I was trying to make myself...
831 reads
2 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
5th Sep 2023 5:21pm
5th Sep 2023 5:21pm
depression is inside..
Every day
someone comes into my life,
every day
I walk with him
every day
I laugh with him
every day
I eat food with him
every day
I sleep on the bed with him
every day
he gives me orgasm..
and as the night spreads its hair,
I cry...
The walls keep staring at me
The windows scare me
The candle stops melting
The curtains start getting angry
N I jump on the bed
I wrap myself in the blanket
and close my eyes...
and as the sun rises
on another day,
again a new person ...
someone comes into my life,
every day
I walk with him
every day
I laugh with him
every day
I eat food with him
every day
I sleep on the bed with him
every day
he gives me orgasm..
and as the night spreads its hair,
I cry...
The walls keep staring at me
The windows scare me
The candle stops melting
The curtains start getting angry
N I jump on the bed
I wrap myself in the blanket
and close my eyes...
and as the sun rises
on another day,
again a new person ...
#anxiety
#depression
119 reads
16 Comments
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