Non-Fiction Prose by Members Last Online
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Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
Poems published by members most recently online.
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
16th Mar 2019 11:47pm
16th Mar 2019 11:47pm
Scuttles
. . strolling through a concrete jungle
of no particular latitude or longitude
kicking empty cans that should have
been recycled a long long time ago
I guess
It was inevitable
I stumbled.
Falling into somebody’s worn out
Sandbox, I came across several
rusted out buckets.
These buckets were filled with dreams.
Left behind in haste
to escape
a decline of suburban rote living ----
would be my first thoughts. . .
impressions.
Why do we leave our dreams
Behind?
Is it because we are...
of no particular latitude or longitude
kicking empty cans that should have
been recycled a long long time ago
I guess
It was inevitable
I stumbled.
Falling into somebody’s worn out
Sandbox, I came across several
rusted out buckets.
These buckets were filled with dreams.
Left behind in haste
to escape
a decline of suburban rote living ----
would be my first thoughts. . .
impressions.
Why do we leave our dreams
Behind?
Is it because we are...
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
170 reads
12 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
3rd May 2019 1:23pm
3rd May 2019 1:23pm
RIP Barbarous Montague Smithe
I have a barista friend coming around today. That sounds so hipster twatish, and it is. It so is. But, the thing is, I tried to make a coffee this morning and the coffee machine began to shout at me in its mechanically disparaging way,
"You're doing the wrong thing, do another thing, just not that thing!"
It bellowed out in that long, drawn out, monotonous drone.
"Whaaaaat? What are you trying to say coffee machine?"
Silence.
I press the button that makes him shut up. Then, in a moment of bravery I decide now is the time for a second...
"You're doing the wrong thing, do another thing, just not that thing!"
It bellowed out in that long, drawn out, monotonous drone.
"Whaaaaat? What are you trying to say coffee machine?"
Silence.
I press the button that makes him shut up. Then, in a moment of bravery I decide now is the time for a second...
#death
#coffee
101 reads
8 Comments
drone
Poem Published
31st Jul 2019 8:43am
31st Jul 2019 8:43am
Bring Back The Facts
Is not one
becoming tired
to the bone
of listening
to these group hug
save the planet people
who live in
the shallow waters of life
who's research
on this serious
subject
is as deep
as a dried out pond
who's belief
in looking at
the for and against
is a five minute
sound bite
between fifteen minutes
of advertising
on a box
in their home
or going on the net
watching agreeable
documentaries
on scientific
computer simulations
on climate change
Is not...
becoming tired
to the bone
of listening
to these group hug
save the planet people
who live in
the shallow waters of life
who's research
on this serious
subject
is as deep
as a dried out pond
who's belief
in looking at
the for and against
is a five minute
sound bite
between fifteen minutes
of advertising
on a box
in their home
or going on the net
watching agreeable
documentaries
on scientific
computer simulations
on climate change
Is not...
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 11:45pm
12th Jan 2020 11:45pm
Journal of a Schizophrenic (Entry #4)
Our Autumnal Years...
Twas a noiseless evening, save for the plashing of rain against the panes. The air was choked with a summery mugginess as it fought the shivery breeze of the coming winter. Autumn was the buffer zone between the stifling of life and its inevitable wintry death. Now was the time to behold the orangy sunset of my life. As I recollect my Spring birthing and Summer, I do so with a smile and wet eyes. Now is the time to behold indeed! The lambent rays emitted from my precipitous visage still illuminate the world around in hues which electrify the senses of those who...
Twas a noiseless evening, save for the plashing of rain against the panes. The air was choked with a summery mugginess as it fought the shivery breeze of the coming winter. Autumn was the buffer zone between the stifling of life and its inevitable wintry death. Now was the time to behold the orangy sunset of my life. As I recollect my Spring birthing and Summer, I do so with a smile and wet eyes. Now is the time to behold indeed! The lambent rays emitted from my precipitous visage still illuminate the world around in hues which electrify the senses of those who...
#anxiety
#depression
#suicide
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
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Whipped
Diz
Diz
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:09pm
Yesterday 3:09pm
Just so we are on the same page
My comments are never personal
Only written by the words on the page
Never knowing what lies behind the profile
So if you feel anger
Remember that
But remember this. At least when I was through those doors
I am real
So don't come at me with anything less
Only written by the words on the page
Never knowing what lies behind the profile
So if you feel anger
Remember that
But remember this. At least when I was through those doors
I am real
So don't come at me with anything less
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#luck #morality
#luck #morality
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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
226 reads
21 Comments
Tracey_Leigh
Poem Published
13th Aug 2017 3:47pm
13th Aug 2017 3:47pm
Anticipation~
My life has been on hold for years. After my divorce then falling in love with someone who claimed to be available and wasn't in so many ways I was actually in prison. Even after the divorce we lived together for 4 years while I attempted to save my family home. But the financial world doesn't like self employed people.
So my losses were stacking up. 30 years of marriage gone and a divorce thinking I was going to be with the love of my life...which was the biggest lie of my life. My family home sold to investors that will rent it out for profit. During all of this I lost my...
So my losses were stacking up. 30 years of marriage gone and a divorce thinking I was going to be with the love of my life...which was the biggest lie of my life. My family home sold to investors that will rent it out for profit. During all of this I lost my...
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rabbitquest
Poem Published
1st Sep 2019 6:09pm
1st Sep 2019 6:09pm
date planning
do not masturbate today,
^ sensitivity 4 Alaina -
Screw that,
I'm super anxious
Date for Alaina:
_____________________
-Salmon, blackened
-Bread
-Asparagus, lemon
____________________
-Massage:
Baby lotion,
take time,
head to toe
---Once done:
Ask what she wants me to do:
cuddle,
make love,
have me just go down on her,
have me go away, etc.
-I'm just not sure of my future right now
^ sensitivity 4 Alaina -
Screw that,
I'm super anxious
Date for Alaina:
_____________________
-Salmon, blackened
-Bread
-Asparagus, lemon
____________________
-Massage:
Baby lotion,
take time,
head to toe
---Once done:
Ask what she wants me to do:
cuddle,
make love,
have me just go down on her,
have me go away, etc.
-I'm just not sure of my future right now
#lover
91 reads
2 Comments
Benzy_420
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 4:24am
19th Jan 2020 4:24am
Autistic Suchley
I made 1 friend in my nursery years
Pale, quiet, had a nervous tick
Had no idea why no one liked us
But some years later it eventually clicked
Neither of us confident to socialise and chat
I with pen in hand was sketching poems into pad
He with mathematics, never need a calculator
Somehow come together, but would split just 1 year later
A different house, a different school, my world was complicated
All I ever knew had been destroyed and recreated
No friends for me that year, and likely neither for him too
The only pal I had I...
Pale, quiet, had a nervous tick
Had no idea why no one liked us
But some years later it eventually clicked
Neither of us confident to socialise and chat
I with pen in hand was sketching poems into pad
He with mathematics, never need a calculator
Somehow come together, but would split just 1 year later
A different house, a different school, my world was complicated
All I ever knew had been destroyed and recreated
No friends for me that year, and likely neither for him too
The only pal I had I...
#childhood
#friendship
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
#nostalgia
27 reads
3 Comments
clewluss
SMOOKY
SMOOKY
Poem Published
13th Oct 2014 9:27pm
13th Oct 2014 9:27pm
letter to dad
Dear Reader,
my brother, dave, wrote this letter to my dad,
some time in the 1980's, I believe.
My mom and dave had taken off to England, while
everyone else stayed in Michigan.
The style of the letter is fairly innocent, although not
really jock shock and awe poetry writing of the internet era we currently live in.
enjoy!
mom says it isn't fair.
Thats because we are on a train and are not
at the fair.
I am writing to announce, proclaim and wish
the person we know as father, a...
my brother, dave, wrote this letter to my dad,
some time in the 1980's, I believe.
My mom and dave had taken off to England, while
everyone else stayed in Michigan.
The style of the letter is fairly innocent, although not
really jock shock and awe poetry writing of the internet era we currently live in.
enjoy!
mom says it isn't fair.
Thats because we are on a train and are not
at the fair.
I am writing to announce, proclaim and wish
the person we know as father, a...
505 reads
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Umm
Poem Published
26th Sep 2019 7:48pm
26th Sep 2019 7:48pm
Everything is dandy
but I could be lying next to him now.
instead, my cold nose is kilometers away
from his bed, where our sleep
laden limbs would entwine & we could burrow under a soft mountain of duvets
kept warm by our body heat
instead, my cold nose is kilometers away
from his bed, where our sleep
laden limbs would entwine & we could burrow under a soft mountain of duvets
kept warm by our body heat
#love
282 reads
19 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
20th Dec 2019 10:45pm
20th Dec 2019 10:45pm
Brooklyn Was My Alibi
Visions of that four story
apartment building come & go,
wax'n'wane, with soft focus
fuzz, inexplicable.
195 - 23rd St..........and the neighborhood,
Stella's in Bay Ridge. Prospect Park.
Hiding in plain sight in the City of Churches,
Where young Whitman hung out with the fellas,
and Jackie Robinson hung with another clan,
100 years hence.
Haven't been there since we buried Cioci Stella in '07.
(During which I was...
apartment building come & go,
wax'n'wane, with soft focus
fuzz, inexplicable.
195 - 23rd St..........and the neighborhood,
Stella's in Bay Ridge. Prospect Park.
Hiding in plain sight in the City of Churches,
Where young Whitman hung out with the fellas,
and Jackie Robinson hung with another clan,
100 years hence.
Haven't been there since we buried Cioci Stella in '07.
(During which I was...
#death
#city
#memories
#daughter
#fatherhood
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