Short Stories featuring Prose Poetry

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nishavarinka
nishavarinka lost in thoughts but found in words

Dear Alex

A letter to my unrequited love.

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davrowpot
davrowpot blood of ink circulates through paper

Hurricanes

Hurricanes that come and go. A little prose poetry.

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ladydragon
ladydragon 20 yrs. | NJ | Poetry Writer | Artist

"We're still friends, I promise."

You were all I thought about, we grew this connection we both were unsure of. But without exchanging words, we both knew. And now you're gone, without a word and I'm left in a world of emptiness.

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greenleaf
greenleaf Bronze Comma queer writer of colour.

six months

living with OCD. a prose poem.

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kapricious
kapricious Community member

Kaleidoscope - Part 1

Simmering in the evening heat, washing my mind of sickness and grime, a chance to let go of plagues on repeat, victim to the earth and the master of time. A paradox of emotions that ravage, soul rumbl...

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burnhouse
burnhouse art history&linguistics student

a writer's relic

inspiration calls for sacrifices

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haleyinreallife
haleyinreallife Bronze Comma I'm merely a collection of paradoxes.

The Untitled Poem

Feelings change, much like the seasons.

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vanessaly
vanessaly A young woman wanting more out of life.

Deeper Conversation


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vanessaly
vanessaly A young woman wanting more out of life.

Strangers and Memories


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prateekmidojosh
prateekmidojosh Community member

The Shallow Pond

Henceforth, no end to my slate where I zoom into the here-within. It feels ‘almost normal’ to be a flush of cards slipping into my lady’s hair, and so she blooms into a bare and cold mistress of split...

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aaroncabrera
aaroncabrera Father | Husband | Musician | Poet

Twist

Fin

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vanessaly
vanessaly A young woman wanting more out of life.

Are We Really Here?


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aaroncabrera
aaroncabrera Father | Husband | Musician | Poet

Passing

Love. Death. Time.

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aaroncabrera
aaroncabrera Father | Husband | Musician | Poet

To Dance

A borrowed moment for an implacable desire

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anon
anon Stories From Unregistered Users

Say you feel

you say you want life, laughter, and love By voidlightmoon https://voidlightmoon.tumblr.com/post/160585350639/say-you-feel

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anon
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Untitled

And all our broken dreams laid there. Jagged edges beckoning to be put back together. But we weren’t fixers. So instead we tip-toed around them and made believe that they never shattered in the first ...

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Untitled

“I’m that typical human whose mind is filled with celestial bodies of the universe; who is not in love with it anyway? I make poems out of the form of constellations that I thought were written in rev...

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anon
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children’s war paint

this is what we gird ourselves with when we face our past. when we face our demons, our memories, our selves. when we face what we have done. what kind of legacy is this that we must fight to make a b...

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Universal Light

The light fused through the windowsill, a white beam erupting flakes of dust into sparkling facets. My irises are both blinded & embraced by dust sparkles. A speck of dust, for one moment, a speck of ...

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first light of winter

behind the battered white of your eyelids, hanging light & droopy as wings, soft-snow & the bouquet of embracing oleanders in the back of the old truck. your sick heart thrums within the burning silk ...

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