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.
Praying to Bukowski
I drank all my available liquor in my cabinet
Then I quit drinking for 3 weeks
I don't have an alcohol problem
Just wanted to lose a few pounds
Truth is I didn't miss the booze
Started exercising again
Felt some clarity in my brain pocket
Problem was, I missed myself
That little bit of libation cheered my soul
Took the edge off work which is stressful and annoying
Friday night I poured 3 fingers of Basil Hayden's neat
Eased back in my living room and sipped slow
Felt the beautiful fire and glow
At peace with my whiskey
Back to an old...
Then I quit drinking for 3 weeks
I don't have an alcohol problem
Just wanted to lose a few pounds
Truth is I didn't miss the booze
Started exercising again
Felt some clarity in my brain pocket
Problem was, I missed myself
That little bit of libation cheered my soul
Took the edge off work which is stressful and annoying
Friday night I poured 3 fingers of Basil Hayden's neat
Eased back in my living room and sipped slow
Felt the beautiful fire and glow
At peace with my whiskey
Back to an old...
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My Book is as Cheap as Amazon Will Allow - here’s why...
All around the world things are tight.
So now I’m taking the least profits
Allowed for my mini-paperback
comedy
And that’s that!
So now I’m taking the least profits
Allowed for my mini-paperback
comedy
And that’s that!
#books
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transfer
they came in the night for her, to hold her down, while she was occupied with grieving everything that had happened to her and everything she lost. not least her mind. she fought for her life- let it never be said she went quietly- adding more bruises to the ones left by the faithful law. it was no use. two held her legs, two held her arms and a last leaned on her back and pulled down her pyjamas to inject her with something to make her forget. before she became docile she turned her head to her right and saw the saddened face of the nurse she had trusted. she asked of her do you have a son?...
#MentalHealth
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the witch child
This is a story about a child. It is not the story of a country nor its people.
For each of these reflects the human race
He is only two years old though in his size he looks like a toddler.an infant
Though you can tell a tale from the eyes, a mirror to the soul, a bridge between the temples of our bodies, the temples of the soul are even older. No one know just how old.
Or how we got there.
For this moment we are the only ones here
He is called Hope and in his culture being accused as a witch happens to many children. When they can not succeed to...
For each of these reflects the human race
He is only two years old though in his size he looks like a toddler.an infant
Though you can tell a tale from the eyes, a mirror to the soul, a bridge between the temples of our bodies, the temples of the soul are even older. No one know just how old.
Or how we got there.
For this moment we are the only ones here
He is called Hope and in his culture being accused as a witch happens to many children. When they can not succeed to...
#dark
#children
#evil #sacrifice
#evil #sacrifice
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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
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I Really Do Feel Sorry For Her
I really do
feel sorry for her because
it's not right to kick
a good cop off the force for
posing nude in any mag.
feel sorry for her because
it's not right to kick
a good cop off the force for
posing nude in any mag.
#regret
#porn
#shame
#tanka
#historical
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Father's Day
Today is Father's Day in my country. I woke up thinking of the relationships I went through in my life and realised that none of them made good dads in the end.
They betrayed their spouses and abandoned their children.
Then I thought about my own father. He stayed with my mother until he died, but he was unfaithful while they were together. He had multiple short affairs with women, some of whom we knew.
He was also abusive to us, most of all me, being the introverted not so girly girl he fathered.
On this day when I try to think of any good or memorable things we had with...
They betrayed their spouses and abandoned their children.
Then I thought about my own father. He stayed with my mother until he died, but he was unfaithful while they were together. He had multiple short affairs with women, some of whom we knew.
He was also abusive to us, most of all me, being the introverted not so girly girl he fathered.
On this day when I try to think of any good or memorable things we had with...
#grief
#father
#forgiveness
#childhood
#TimeHeals
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You are what I Deserve
You Are What I Deserve
In your last letter you said to me:
“you, my dear, dear ed, are deserving of only the best the world has to offer .”
Here is the best the world has to offer, and why I deserve it:
If we are to measure Happiness by the effect on a person, then you are what I deserve. For you have brought untold happiness into my life. You have given this happiness without reservation, free of charge. This happiness has filled my soul to the point of overflowing. It is to the point where I am flying high all the time. It is not a drivel teen-age...
In your last letter you said to me:
“you, my dear, dear ed, are deserving of only the best the world has to offer .”
Here is the best the world has to offer, and why I deserve it:
If we are to measure Happiness by the effect on a person, then you are what I deserve. For you have brought untold happiness into my life. You have given this happiness without reservation, free of charge. This happiness has filled my soul to the point of overflowing. It is to the point where I am flying high all the time. It is not a drivel teen-age...
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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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The Stuff Inside...Trigger Warning.

#childhood
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The Sanctity of Art
Art is the stronghold of
freedom of expression
and danger abides when
political correctness is
allowed to undermine it.
Cultural sensitivity is important,
yea, vital to the progress of
mankind and will deepen with
our collective evolution.
The creative process of art,
however, must never subordinate
itself to what may seem more
palatable, whether politically
or socially. “The art that the world
calls immoral, is the art that shows
the world its own shame.” (Oscar Wilde)
Art is the creative force...
freedom of expression
and danger abides when
political correctness is
allowed to undermine it.
Cultural sensitivity is important,
yea, vital to the progress of
mankind and will deepen with
our collective evolution.
The creative process of art,
however, must never subordinate
itself to what may seem more
palatable, whether politically
or socially. “The art that the world
calls immoral, is the art that shows
the world its own shame.” (Oscar Wilde)
Art is the creative force...
#philosophical
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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
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