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.
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
18th Jan 2021 7:32pm
18th Jan 2021 7:32pm
epiphanies, clarity, aging and a sort of gained wisdom
Today, I am no longer.
I am no longer going to need what I know isn't needed in return
Unrequited will no longer be a madness affected
I am no longer going to worry about being too old,
an out of my hands concern, so freeing, that now I can just bask in the solace of an universal truth, that youth will always intoxicate, yet it's wisdom from experience that truly matters in the end.
I am no longer going to procrastinate,
doing in the moment what needs fucking done-
Period.
I am no longer going to allow petty outside forces and their voices...
I am no longer going to need what I know isn't needed in return
Unrequited will no longer be a madness affected
I am no longer going to worry about being too old,
an out of my hands concern, so freeing, that now I can just bask in the solace of an universal truth, that youth will always intoxicate, yet it's wisdom from experience that truly matters in the end.
I am no longer going to procrastinate,
doing in the moment what needs fucking done-
Period.
I am no longer going to allow petty outside forces and their voices...
#hope
#dark
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
242 reads
36 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...
616 reads
9 Comments
Zazzles
Broom
Broom
Poem Published
28th Jun 2021 4:03am
28th Jun 2021 4:03am
A cry for help shark awareness
#passion
139 reads
21 Comments
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
111 reads
1 Comment
nikkimoe
Poem Published
8th Jan 2020 00:52am
8th Jan 2020 00:52am
Give Me A Pillow
Today I went to work and instead of
cleaning the house I meditated and
prayed with the family as their beloved
17 year old Golden Retriever layed on
the floor waiting to crossover, he is still
with us. Letting go is so unbelievably
hard. I couldn't clean. I couldnt do
anything worthwhile except cry.
I left emptied. I couldn't go home,
Maryanne needed me next. I went and
got her a pizza I gave her CBD and her
her night meds, I gave Sandy her sickly
cat his special food and his meds.
I then cleaned up possum poop and all ...
cleaning the house I meditated and
prayed with the family as their beloved
17 year old Golden Retriever layed on
the floor waiting to crossover, he is still
with us. Letting go is so unbelievably
hard. I couldn't clean. I couldnt do
anything worthwhile except cry.
I left emptied. I couldn't go home,
Maryanne needed me next. I went and
got her a pizza I gave her CBD and her
her night meds, I gave Sandy her sickly
cat his special food and his meds.
I then cleaned up possum poop and all ...
#LifeStruggles
#humankind
#sleep
304 reads
9 Comments
Keilani
Poem Published
24th Jul 2021 4:18am
24th Jul 2021 4:18am
Free
We sleepwalk through this life
until
the day arrives when the soul
awakens
to the higher truths that all along
It sought
that it may fly free
until
the day arrives when the soul
awakens
to the higher truths that all along
It sought
that it may fly free
#wisdom
127 reads
6 Comments
Michael_Goodridge
Private
Private
Poem Published
31st Jul 2020 4:17pm
31st Jul 2020 4:17pm
³rd Times The Charm (Trigger)
This life isn't for me I've tried
Eighteen was my bench mark
Twenty eight I've made it far
But I realize in this life something is apparently wrong, rejected and mistreated to the point I no longer want to be here and there's no one to help me, I pray to silence I believe. And love after my mom's death is plain emptiness, so I get paid smoke week and plan my escape meaning my death. Painless and simple any suggestions? I am going to put this misery to an end, this anxiety, this depression. When I had my accident I stood between darkness and light I should have gone into the...
Eighteen was my bench mark
Twenty eight I've made it far
But I realize in this life something is apparently wrong, rejected and mistreated to the point I no longer want to be here and there's no one to help me, I pray to silence I believe. And love after my mom's death is plain emptiness, so I get paid smoke week and plan my escape meaning my death. Painless and simple any suggestions? I am going to put this misery to an end, this anxiety, this depression. When I had my accident I stood between darkness and light I should have gone into the...
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
#breakup
#LifeStruggles
205 reads
9 Comments
Jermainesplain
Poem Published
21st May 2020 4:46am
21st May 2020 4:46am
Becoming A Heterosexual Again
#courage
189 reads
0 Comments
Relic-54
Poem Published
16th Nov 2021 5:59pm
16th Nov 2021 5:59pm
10 DUP suggestions
1 If you can, thank someone for taking the time to read and comment on your poem.
If not, go to hell.
2 If you're a male writing as a female, let people know. If not, they may not trust you anymore when they find out. If you decide to keep it a secret, go straight to hell.
3 Be honest in your comments. If something confuses you it shouldn't be an offence to ask the writer politely about it in your comment.
4 DO NOT TROLL ANYONE, PUTTS. If you do, go straight to the halls of hell!
5 Express yourself the best you can. Learn what metaphors...
If not, go to hell.
2 If you're a male writing as a female, let people know. If not, they may not trust you anymore when they find out. If you decide to keep it a secret, go straight to hell.
3 Be honest in your comments. If something confuses you it shouldn't be an offence to ask the writer politely about it in your comment.
4 DO NOT TROLL ANYONE, PUTTS. If you do, go straight to the halls of hell!
5 Express yourself the best you can. Learn what metaphors...
#LifeAsAWriter
82 reads
10 Comments
Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
28th Nov 2021 9:29pm
28th Nov 2021 9:29pm
The Wrecking Of The Birkenhead
The year is 1852 and in the south of Ireland a troop ship in the service of the Empire of Great Britain is making ready to set sail. The innovative ship had earlier set out from the Royal Navy base at Portsmouth, England, with army troops on board and is visiting Ireland to pick up a number of additional soldiers. She is one of the new iron hulled vessels with three tall masts on which to drape the huge cotton canvas sails that harvest and harness the winds sent to blow mercilessly out on the seven seas. But as dawn breaks on this cold early January morning, she steadily eases her way out of...
#courage
#friendship
#inspirational #uplifting
#inspirational #uplifting
20 reads
2 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
8th Sep 2021 00:07am
8th Sep 2021 00:07am
My Vacation
She wanted me in Clearwater, fact is she kinda commanded me
Spend a few days getting reacquainted, then over to Tampa is what she demanded me
I took my time driving down, reminiscing of past times
It was just as she said, "you were always on my mind"
Totally lost in thought, GPS says, "you've arrived at your destination"
This motherfucking GPS has no idea of what is the ultimate destination
Hugs and kisses were exchanged, as lies were told
"It seems you haven't changed a bit," "when will you get old"
The first night was so right that...
Spend a few days getting reacquainted, then over to Tampa is what she demanded me
I took my time driving down, reminiscing of past times
It was just as she said, "you were always on my mind"
Totally lost in thought, GPS says, "you've arrived at your destination"
This motherfucking GPS has no idea of what is the ultimate destination
Hugs and kisses were exchanged, as lies were told
"It seems you haven't changed a bit," "when will you get old"
The first night was so right that...
#sex
#friendship
#travel #support
#travel #support
70 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2021 4:19pm
23rd Oct 2021 4:19pm
Sing Me Songs
In my dreams as a child, with the stairs to the twilight. Feeling, the Sandman close my eyes, a shadow, at the window. Whispering and echoing a sneeze from the catacombs of the cat's eyes. But mom was always there to whisper, "Simple Simon met a pieman." Then kissed me goodnight. As the Chimney Sweep played in soot at my foot, and webs felt like home. Boris and Natasha sang me a song.
It was never the same when my dreams became a reality. The twilight spoonfeeds me ghosts as I pulled the sheet over my head. Mom was no longer there. Just a thimble and chair. And her old...
It was never the same when my dreams became a reality. The twilight spoonfeeds me ghosts as I pulled the sheet over my head. Mom was no longer there. Just a thimble and chair. And her old...
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
74 reads
4 Comments
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