Prose Poetry
#prose
Prose poetry, here you'll find poems without any metrical, or rhyming structure. Poems written or spoken in language in its ordinary form.
They gon know
They gon kno I love you
Ain't gotta say your name
And they gon kno I love you
Like every time it rain
And they gon kno I love you
Like when I see the dai
And they gon know I love you
Cause they don't see no pain
When they look at me now
I know that sounds insane
And they gon know I love you
And they ain't thought of me
When they see my love shining
Like moonlight through the trees
And they gon know I love you
And they gon know it's true
But that don't even matter
Because they isn't you
Ain't gotta say your name
And they gon kno I love you
Like every time it rain
And they gon kno I love you
Like when I see the dai
And they gon know I love you
Cause they don't see no pain
When they look at me now
I know that sounds insane
And they gon know I love you
And they ain't thought of me
When they see my love shining
Like moonlight through the trees
And they gon know I love you
And they gon know it's true
But that don't even matter
Because they isn't you
#jealousy
#love
#prose
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Ivy
Yearning is inherited. We buy Hershey bars and street maps, sticky fingers tracing the roads between us. Collect bottle tops and unicorn stickers. How the scientists say we never really touch. Something about electrons and porcelain shoes. Mother always tossing her hair and looking away. Troubling us with her sad stories of Mercurochrome and cocktail rings. We take super eights down to the lake. You film me in my bra, the look in my eyes daring you to harm me. Our lovely drownings as we try to swallow the stars. The livid-red coals of our cigarettes like fireflies in the night.
#prose
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Of All I Can Never Have
#crush
#lust
#passion
#prose
#sex
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Untitled write #14
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I have a grievance,
a greave status with you woman
An you don’t let me fix it,
You do not let me correct the situation
What happens when a wound is not addressed
It festers
It burns
Just like that chair that I sit on
That is cancerous, an makes me sick
With infection, boils and wounds
And I just have to take it
Smiling
Until I explode
And all is driven mad
And all is destroyed by wrath before me;
`~,,~`
In the death of you...
In the death of you my love,
Into your shadow I would...
I have a grievance,
a greave status with you woman
An you don’t let me fix it,
You do not let me correct the situation
What happens when a wound is not addressed
It festers
It burns
Just like that chair that I sit on
That is cancerous, an makes me sick
With infection, boils and wounds
And I just have to take it
Smiling
Until I explode
And all is driven mad
And all is destroyed by wrath before me;
`~,,~`
In the death of you...
In the death of you my love,
Into your shadow I would...
#anger
#gothic
#love #prose
#love #prose
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The Sheridan Women
The women of the Sheridan family always disappeared at some point in their lives, normally before fifty but at least once at seventy-two. (She was a powerful old woman called Ma Sheridan, who ruled her henhouse with an iron claw.) Eleanor became dimly aware of this truth when she was seven years old, and overheard her mother explaining family photographs to her grandfather, already short of memory at sixty-eight. His name was Granddad Chips and it would take another twelve years for the old boy to require hospitalisation, by which time Eleanor would have made her disappearance, the youngest...
#magic
#pagan
#prose #witches
#prose #witches
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I've no opinion until I've poemed one out...
#prose
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Crazy Love
Reading between the lines, she was out in left field and off the deep end,
grasping at straws to drink of a glass half empty.
grasping at straws to drink of a glass half empty.
#love
#metaphor
#morality
#philosophical
#prose
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Brickstone
3000 BC, welcome to Brickstone, with stone built blocks of flats. If you weren't from around here, then you tip-toe.
Chrysopraze Stone was a neanderthal badman. He was feared throughout the land of Bricks, just like he's the Sandman.
He had a low forehead, and his barnet was shaved to the wood. He had a sabre tooth shank that he carried around in the hood.
His wifey Amathyst was also good with her fists. You wouldn't criticise her cooking, or your facial mug would get chipped.
She was tall and she was blonde, Amazonian strong, the queen of the cave...
Chrysopraze Stone was a neanderthal badman. He was feared throughout the land of Bricks, just like he's the Sandman.
He had a low forehead, and his barnet was shaved to the wood. He had a sabre tooth shank that he carried around in the hood.
His wifey Amathyst was also good with her fists. You wouldn't criticise her cooking, or your facial mug would get chipped.
She was tall and she was blonde, Amazonian strong, the queen of the cave...
#narrative
#ShortStory
#prose
#historical
#nonfiction
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Random Ramblins #13
3:33AM
Pain hits hard enough to wake me up
~again… damn it… again~
prayin to empty bottles of pills
Ignite the soothing away of pain
please, refill… please
hands shakin & can hardly see
cant make it to phone, legs achin so bad,
been so busy perfecting hatred an resentment lately
that forgot to practice smiling
an bein grateful for what already got
though at the moment
cant seem to remember anything to be grateful for
3:33am
what the fuk is so special about 3:33
`~,,~`
Layin in bed nude for days...
Pain hits hard enough to wake me up
~again… damn it… again~
prayin to empty bottles of pills
Ignite the soothing away of pain
please, refill… please
hands shakin & can hardly see
cant make it to phone, legs achin so bad,
been so busy perfecting hatred an resentment lately
that forgot to practice smiling
an bein grateful for what already got
though at the moment
cant seem to remember anything to be grateful for
3:33am
what the fuk is so special about 3:33
`~,,~`
Layin in bed nude for days...
#gothic
#narrative
#prose
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Random Ramblins #12 ~ Window at night
Sittin here, at mine window at night,
by my fridge, drinkin beers in the cold day of it,
By my window, alone once again,
Tryin to figure out which one o us is sane, or insane,
Darlin don’t you know that men sometimes need time, on our own,
When there is no one left for you to blame, can you truly love me,
Turn you music on me
Spread your wings high o’er me
Hero’s often fade,
In the minds eye, front news,
With revelations of all that’s good in man,
Cosmic Queries come out strong,
In a place that does not belong, ...
by my fridge, drinkin beers in the cold day of it,
By my window, alone once again,
Tryin to figure out which one o us is sane, or insane,
Darlin don’t you know that men sometimes need time, on our own,
When there is no one left for you to blame, can you truly love me,
Turn you music on me
Spread your wings high o’er me
Hero’s often fade,
In the minds eye, front news,
With revelations of all that’s good in man,
Cosmic Queries come out strong,
In a place that does not belong, ...
#gothic
#narrative
#prose
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whodunnit without a twist
professor made it quite clear that he
thought the conclusion they’d reached was complete poppycock, but they’d reached it, so there’s an end to it, he said
thought the conclusion they’d reached was complete poppycock, but they’d reached it, so there’s an end to it, he said
#prose
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Call of Idols
Skies transpose
To the reason
Blowing wind
Vicarious now
Traverse cast
From the body
Uncertain when
Spiraling near
Presumed matter
Why the spatial
Currents direct
Physical allusion
Above hills
Call of idols
Into valleys
Moonlit nigh
Language universal
Down the slopes
Folds echo
Present thickening
...
To the reason
Blowing wind
Vicarious now
Traverse cast
From the body
Uncertain when
Spiraling near
Presumed matter
Why the spatial
Currents direct
Physical allusion
Above hills
Call of idols
Into valleys
Moonlit nigh
Language universal
Down the slopes
Folds echo
Present thickening
...
#universe
#prose
#humankind
#metaphor
#morality
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