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.
SLYMBEKQUEEN
Poem Published
7th May 2021 6:00pm
7th May 2021 6:00pm
TO MY POET
#happiness
#courage
#gratitude
#admiration
#respect
72 reads
7 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...
427 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
16th Oct 2016 1:31pm
16th Oct 2016 1:31pm
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...
601 reads
16 Comments
newdaddy56
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2019 2:07am
3rd Jul 2019 2:07am
If my daughter asks...
Tell her I was a man's man...
I pressed my pants daily...
Could tie my own tie
Polished my shoes
Smelled like a man should
Walked with my head up
Prayed with my head down
I loved her as a man should
"without question"...
Even when it seemed like I was upset; my love for her never wavered...
Let her know ...
I lived for her smile, her holding my hand , hearing her call my name...
I tried to made sure I told her everyday of her life, "I love You"...
I need her to understand ... ...
I pressed my pants daily...
Could tie my own tie
Polished my shoes
Smelled like a man should
Walked with my head up
Prayed with my head down
I loved her as a man should
"without question"...
Even when it seemed like I was upset; my love for her never wavered...
Let her know ...
I lived for her smile, her holding my hand , hearing her call my name...
I tried to made sure I told her everyday of her life, "I love You"...
I need her to understand ... ...
#happiness
379 reads
5 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
6th Feb 2019 10:45pm
6th Feb 2019 10:45pm
The Third Dead Bird
While driving to work earlier today, I came to a country road where a considerable gathering of birds were basking gleefully on the warm sun-enriched pavement. Hoping they would scatter and fly out of my way, as any wise bird usually does, I didn’t touch the brake. Regrettably, halfway through the flock an unlucky fledgling hit the grill of my car. In the rearview mirror, I saw that I had killed it, as it lay limp amidst its more-fortunate community members.
Returning down that road later in the day, the birds had settled again in my way. I drove cautiously this time as not to harm...
Returning down that road later in the day, the birds had settled again in my way. I drove cautiously this time as not to harm...
#death
#birds
#satirical #ShortStory
#satirical #ShortStory
314 reads
10 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2021 10:01pm
23rd Jan 2021 10:01pm
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
96 reads
4 Comments
githu27_lm
Poem Published
17th Jun 2021 5:38am
17th Jun 2021 5:38am
I'm not ready for a Pet.
I am not ready for a pet….
some mornings I wake up
jumping out of my bed.
I stare at the sun for too long through the open windows.
But there are mornings,
when I don't wake up at all… .
My body,too heavy and the ceiling, too nice.
No, I am not ready for a pet…
If I used to love you and we don't talk anymore,you probably don't know this.
I tend to love too hard and break too much.
If another life leaves me on my own,
my body might survive…
But my soul, it is covered in bruises, I am afraid that there is no...
some mornings I wake up
jumping out of my bed.
I stare at the sun for too long through the open windows.
But there are mornings,
when I don't wake up at all… .
My body,too heavy and the ceiling, too nice.
No, I am not ready for a pet…
If I used to love you and we don't talk anymore,you probably don't know this.
I tend to love too hard and break too much.
If another life leaves me on my own,
my body might survive…
But my soul, it is covered in bruises, I am afraid that there is no...
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#confusion
#emptiness
#fear
17 reads
2 Comments
teodornnn
Poem Published
10th Dec 2017 1:36pm
10th Dec 2017 1:36pm
some dialog #1
- so, what is your problem?
- i can’t think…
- try to think about bricks.
- actually, i don’t like it.
- think about bored people.
- why?
- and why not?
- ok
- so?
- wait… you mean people of the road or maybe people standing on the rails? Because difference between these two issues is so huge
- well… forget it…
- ok…
(pause)
- u see my erection?
- i think, yes
- is this the problem for you?
- not so…
- ok, than, why?
- i don’t know…
- you want to see me naked?
- i don’t think that...
- i can’t think…
- try to think about bricks.
- actually, i don’t like it.
- think about bored people.
- why?
- and why not?
- ok
- so?
- wait… you mean people of the road or maybe people standing on the rails? Because difference between these two issues is so huge
- well… forget it…
- ok…
(pause)
- u see my erection?
- i think, yes
- is this the problem for you?
- not so…
- ok, than, why?
- i don’t know…
- you want to see me naked?
- i don’t think that...
#lust
#erotic
#lover #dirty
#lover #dirty
313 reads
2 Comments
Chords_of_red
Gayle
Gayle
Poem Published
10th Jun 2021 6:23pm
10th Jun 2021 6:23pm
Personal Ad
One day I was reading a newspaper,
when I came across the personal section. One ad said:
"Single white male seeks single white female...must love fishing and have a boat. Please send picture of the boat"
when I came across the personal section. One ad said:
"Single white male seeks single white female...must love fishing and have a boat. Please send picture of the boat"
#funny
#nonfiction
35 reads
10 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
29th Mar 2021 8:57pm
29th Mar 2021 8:57pm
Jamaica Inn
Five years between us, and still sharing a bedroom. I stared at the blue and white wave patterns in my brother's candlewick bedspread, they seemed to move like the ocean in the half-light of our small bedroom.
"Go on, please tell me the story again".
"Piss off and go to sleep, it's two in the fucking morning and we are leaving at four you little fucker".
"Keith, wake up, time to go".
Dad had turned off the heating and the water. I wrote the note for the milk man and drew a small 'Kilroy was here' in the corner. It was still dark outside as I climbed into...
"Go on, please tell me the story again".
"Piss off and go to sleep, it's two in the fucking morning and we are leaving at four you little fucker".
"Keith, wake up, time to go".
Dad had turned off the heating and the water. I wrote the note for the milk man and drew a small 'Kilroy was here' in the corner. It was still dark outside as I climbed into...
#childhood
#beach
#holiday #travel
#holiday #travel
91 reads
5 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
18th Jun 2021 4:11am
18th Jun 2021 4:11am
Personal Update
Not looking for sympathy, just explaining ... been a hell couple of weeks personally ... sadly becoming more frequent with this random ass disease ... so am (ok) ... just hard to focus on other things when you are trying to immerse yourself in things that help you forget the pain ... last December and June were similar so I expect more of the same and each a bit worse than the last ... and the in-between times are their own roller coaster of lesser, but no less frustrating issues ... when I don't post or write now, 9 out of 10 times it's because I'm struggling with above ...
Love...
Love...
#love
10 reads
VirgiliusMaro
Poem Published
4th Jun 2021 9:10pm
4th Jun 2021 9:10pm
Mathematics - the Word
An equation has no meaning for me unless it expresses a thought of Gd.”
Srinivasa Ramanujan
(Indian mathematician
1887-1920)
Mathematics originates not from the world of phenomena, which is the world of limitation, but from the primordial void, from the logos. Simultaneous with the conscious awareness of I AM (I AM Gd the Creator), sprung the concise language of mathematics which is the Word of Gd, the original thought, the root and cause, the underlying expression of all there is. ...
Srinivasa Ramanujan
(Indian mathematician
1887-1920)
Mathematics originates not from the world of phenomena, which is the world of limitation, but from the primordial void, from the logos. Simultaneous with the conscious awareness of I AM (I AM Gd the Creator), sprung the concise language of mathematics which is the Word of Gd, the original thought, the root and cause, the underlying expression of all there is. ...
#universe
28 reads
2 Comments
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