Non-Fiction Prose by Members Last Online
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Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
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BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
9th Jul 2016 9:16am
9th Jul 2016 9:16am
A Will
How do you convince your mother
To sit down and write a will
With specifications stating
That you will get custody
Of your siblings should
Anything happen to her?
How do you tell your Mother
You constantly worry about
What will happen if she dies
How do you bring up death
To a suicidal woman,
Your own mother
Someone you admire
And respect very much
But I want to be prepaired
For the inevitable future
I want my siblings to be safe
Does that make me
A terrible daughter?
To sit down and write a will
With specifications stating
That you will get custody
Of your siblings should
Anything happen to her?
How do you tell your Mother
You constantly worry about
What will happen if she dies
How do you bring up death
To a suicidal woman,
Your own mother
Someone you admire
And respect very much
But I want to be prepaired
For the inevitable future
I want my siblings to be safe
Does that make me
A terrible daughter?
272 reads
1 Comment
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
113 reads
10 Comments
Fallenangelsweapon
Poem Published
21st Feb 2012 11:33pm
21st Feb 2012 11:33pm
Zombie Modeling
Hellz yea! I went to a Casting call with my best friend Katt,
And we got in. Modeling. Yupp!!! :D Sounds boring but did I forget to add...
ZOMBIE Modeling? xD We get to become all Zombi-fied and Getta become a zombie for a whole day, walk around the stage/catwalk and hiss at the audience and listen to my friend's band play. It'll be amazing
And we got in. Modeling. Yupp!!! :D Sounds boring but did I forget to add...
ZOMBIE Modeling? xD We get to become all Zombi-fied and Getta become a zombie for a whole day, walk around the stage/catwalk and hiss at the audience and listen to my friend's band play. It'll be amazing
397 reads
0 Comments
dizzzzzzy
616
616
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:50pm
Yesterday 7:50pm
As long as u pretend to be a stranger
I can pretend to treat u as one.
#TimeHeals
#respect
23 reads
6 Comments
MysticalRose
Poem Published
5th May 2019 12:53pm
5th May 2019 12:53pm
Nothing lasts forever
There's no use exhuming dead feelings:
you'll find nothing but brittle bones of a sordid reminder...
that nothing is immortal
Not even feelings...
you'll find nothing but brittle bones of a sordid reminder...
that nothing is immortal
Not even feelings...
#relationships
217 reads
21 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
10th Jul 2019 5:22am
10th Jul 2019 5:22am
Journal Entry #1 My Muse
The way your mouth looks when it begins expanding and collapsing around your words makes me realize a longing I did not even know was possible. I watch the dance of your lips and tongue, and my heart flutters like a bird furiously trying to escape its cage because I know the first time we kiss, it will erase every other kiss that came before it.
The sound of your voice is everything I’ve ever loved about music; the cadence lilting and swaying, the rhythm rolling over my soul in waves of emotions I can’t begin to define; the sound of your laugh is a healing balm I apply liberally...
The sound of your voice is everything I’ve ever loved about music; the cadence lilting and swaying, the rhythm rolling over my soul in waves of emotions I can’t begin to define; the sound of your laugh is a healing balm I apply liberally...
#love
#FallingInLove
#FirstLove
144 reads
6 Comments
jemac
Poem Published
18th Nov 2018 3:51pm
18th Nov 2018 3:51pm
Winter In a Room
thin curtains adorned with leaves hang from tall windows, slightly folding against the chill.
trees now bare remain still, there is no more rustling of leaves in the wind, just a crackling of boughs adjusting to the falling temperatures
sun splinters through bare branches casting yellow light that remains cold to the touch, outer limbs stretch steeley fingers grappling for warmth
heat in the room rises, billowing the golden curtains to rustling the leaves against framed glass where trees can only look on and see what they once had is now locked inside
...
trees now bare remain still, there is no more rustling of leaves in the wind, just a crackling of boughs adjusting to the falling temperatures
sun splinters through bare branches casting yellow light that remains cold to the touch, outer limbs stretch steeley fingers grappling for warmth
heat in the room rises, billowing the golden curtains to rustling the leaves against framed glass where trees can only look on and see what they once had is now locked inside
...
#nature
209 reads
8 Comments
tmoj
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Poem Published
1st Sep 2017 8:20pm
1st Sep 2017 8:20pm
Sky Diver
The moonlight guides me
Trying not to think about what's underneath
Nothing to hold my feet
Unless I wanna die
No boats or land in sight
I don't know where I am because
I fell from the sky
Trying not to think about what's underneath
Nothing to hold my feet
Unless I wanna die
No boats or land in sight
I don't know where I am because
I fell from the sky
288 reads
4 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2018 4:27am
23rd Oct 2018 4:27am
Dear Black Girl,
I have a hard time even saying that
And this is part of the problem
I don’t want you to be labeled
Black girl
As I was once
White boy
And I cringe that I am now
White man
And I feel ashamed around
Black woman
Because when I watched
The Color of Fear
Identifying my own prejudices
Going back to late nights
Walking near Lake Merritt
I know deep down
I was more afraid of
Black
Than I was of
White
I hate that I was like that
I am so self-conscious
That instead of simply
Letting go of...
And this is part of the problem
I don’t want you to be labeled
Black girl
As I was once
White boy
And I cringe that I am now
White man
And I feel ashamed around
Black woman
Because when I watched
The Color of Fear
Identifying my own prejudices
Going back to late nights
Walking near Lake Merritt
I know deep down
I was more afraid of
Black
Than I was of
White
I hate that I was like that
I am so self-conscious
That instead of simply
Letting go of...
#childhood
#identity
#shame
#racism
#SelfReflection
279 reads
13 Comments
again
Poem Published
29th Dec 2013 7:54pm
29th Dec 2013 7:54pm
a flower reborn
A newer flower
a creativity no doubt
as one emerges
from the follies of darkness
we clamor most
to be reborn to relive...
our inner cluttering
thrown away into the darkened clouds
so that life once again shows
the pathway,
into newer galaxies of pleasantry’s
a creativity no doubt
as one emerges
from the follies of darkness
we clamor most
to be reborn to relive...
our inner cluttering
thrown away into the darkened clouds
so that life once again shows
the pathway,
into newer galaxies of pleasantry’s
414 reads
10 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
21st Nov 2018 5:14am
21st Nov 2018 5:14am
The Ladies Room
#sex
#BDSM
#lover
#dirty
#bisexual
390 reads
17 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
6th May 2019 5:12am
6th May 2019 5:12am
Memory Lane: Nana's Garden (With Final Chapter)
1) Memory Lane
In memory lane colors bloom
all in rows, brightest at noon,
just to bask in one hot sun
to grow at night while we slept on.
Now memories still bloom at night
when I sleep I still remember
the colors the most above all else
and Grandpa's chuckling laugh
and Nana's big smile, and
how she always did when I
went over and stayed for a long while.
68 words, 50 unique
2) The Garden
The garden awakens to pure simplicity
in the morning when dew is on the lawn. ...
In memory lane colors bloom
all in rows, brightest at noon,
just to bask in one hot sun
to grow at night while we slept on.
Now memories still bloom at night
when I sleep I still remember
the colors the most above all else
and Grandpa's chuckling laugh
and Nana's big smile, and
how she always did when I
went over and stayed for a long while.
68 words, 50 unique
2) The Garden
The garden awakens to pure simplicity
in the morning when dew is on the lawn. ...
#flowers
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2019
136 reads
8 Comments
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