Prose

@Alther · 1 year ago

Panic and peace, anger and patience, all that exists between man and nature. Even though it is complicated, it turns out that everything comes from simple things. This only comes from the expression o...

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@Biyaawnurr · 2 years ago

A mind that reads is a mind indeed

Lets take sometime to read I was a bit sad and so i read a book its a book that helped me heal and i feel like alot of people should be knowing about it too. When we are betrayed or feel sad. We g...

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@tezmel · 2 years ago

Seeking Spiritual Light

...at the moment, I am trying to nourish a spirit that has been disconnected from her source of light and her eyes have grown accustomed to the dark. Her path is littered with constant worry and she s...

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@rene.neverfound · 2 years ago

How passionate are you? (Prose-Poetry)

I dreamt I met a Fine Arts professor in a museum somewhere. But the dream was so short I hadn’t given the chance to answer her question for m And so the moment I woke up, I wrote this. I know that I...

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@rene.neverfound · 2 years ago

Traumas Were Never Beautiful (Prose-Poetry)

Traumas did not make us stronger; our will to live did. ㅤ I have heard several people voiced their proclaimed wisdom that traumas made us who we are today, they made us tougher, and made us grow,...

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@rene.neverfound · 2 years ago

We are Afraid of What Time Can Do

The universe is only the constant thing. The universe is the change. It is the vastness of complexity. The infinite. The growth. The current of every river. The way of wind. It does not look back....

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@rene.neverfound · 2 years ago

Your Constellated Dead Cosmos (Prose-poetry)

Acnes should not make us feel less hu(wo)(man). You grew up with scars you would come to think that everyone would thought that you were harassed by a damn werewolf. You woke up to the world compar...

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@rene.neverfound · 2 years ago

A Self-Care Menu (Acrostic Prose-Poetry)

Someone asked me how on earth I manifested my growth, so I told her I ate a lot, stayed up all night, played myself out, and enjoyed every moment I had. PHASE ONE !¡ do not be so hard on yourself...

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@Ellehcim · 2 years ago

Another What if adds to the list.

07/06/2022 I could not exactly remember the date I wrote some kind of a random prose one late night recently. When I say recent, it maybe few weeks, or months ago. Regardless, let me ask this bec...

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@rene.neverfound · 2 years ago

Folktales and Truth not only of Witches

Bury them alive. Burn them. Stab them countless times. But things will never change—they will always remain powerful, a threat, and the greatest whom you always envied. A letter to those who have t...

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@rene.neverfound · 2 years ago

Sentiment of Yourself (Prose-Poetry)

Now, who are you? you have never been true to anyone at all. You just let them find what you present, study it and analyze, even love you but still would know nothing about you at the end of your d...

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@rene.neverfound · 2 years ago

Sentiment of Yourself (Prose-Poetry)

Now, who are you? you have never been true to anyone at all. You just let them find what you present, study it and analyze, even love you but still would know nothing about you at the end of your d...

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@rene.neverfound · 2 years ago

A Writer's Tale

When... you are different, it is either you were conspired or you are just unique. But what do you call yourself when both relates? You are a girl, not so fortunate but not that unfortunate either. Y...

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@noodlezip · 2 years ago

Before.

The only memory I had with Harumi Kim was on that particular spring day of 2004. The January heat was sweltering and sweat trickled like river waters down my nape and temples. It was the week's P...

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@joow · 2 years ago

The Sun, The Moon, and The Stupid Me.

I lay in bed at nights and hope that the moon will talk to the sun, say goodbye for me, because I do not want to wake up anymore. But the next day, I still open my eyes and there's still air in my l...

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@joow · 2 years ago

It might sound repetitive, but I want it.

I look down at my hands one afternoon as I sit alone on top of a hill. I am beneath a huge tree and so the leaves cast shadows on my palms. I look down at my hands and it made me think of other peop...

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@Valerian · 2 years ago

Dying Houses

Houses are living, just like people. Not being buried on time, they start to rotten. Then they attract a lot of life to them: homeless animals, poor guys, bored children, and especially urban expl...

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@keeneek · 2 years ago

Book Review: milk and honey by Rupi Kaur

milk and honey is a debut poetry book, self-published by Rupi Kaur during her college days. This book is a collection of poetry and prose, split into four chapters: the hurting , the loving , t...

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@McJulez · 2 years ago

Murmurs in the air

A cute little creature Appeared and started flying Near the flowers in the garden. It is possible that you may know it. It was intended for something like this to linger on the field of hopes an...

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@Shuu · 3 years ago

The Rotten Fruit I Am

THE ROTTEN FRUIT I AM by: Shuu "I am that rotten fruit that fell from one of the branches of that big old tree. I am that rotten fruit that constantly looked up to that mighty crown; with shining...

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@JonicaBradley · 3 years ago

I Remember

True Love I remember when I first loved you. I remember how you asked me out, standing in front of my high school locker. Your chin was quivering under a smile. Looking back, you were as nervous a...

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@McJulez · 3 years ago

Of Prose and Poetry, and a TWISTED STORY?

Let us travel in the world of prose and poetry and let ourselves feel each and every line. You do not need to feel the same. Just try to figure out out how deep it's feeling. Are you ready? Wait, pl...

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@jjrngmn · 3 years ago

Found yet still lost

This is for everyone who lost themselves in the process of being founded by someone whom you thought that would lead you to the right way. All I wanted was to disappear, without knowing that in the p...

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@Ellehcim · 3 years ago

A Familiar Love Story (A short prose)

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@soyunasantacruz · 3 years ago

In Honor of Women Prose for you

I must confess that in my childhood years I used to think it was more fun to be a man than a woman because boys wore more practical clothes, didn't get their periods, didn't have to worry about gettin...

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@jubena.clb · 3 years ago

An Unsent Letter to the Love I Lost, 001

It's raining. In attempt to distract myself from a reminiscent, I moved to reading Kafka's Letters to Milena. Despite melancholic, I carried on. But the atmosphere of this nostalgic rain brings with i...

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@meitanteikudo · 3 years ago

She's a B%tch : Chapter I

With my eyes tightly shut, the smell of her hair seemed to be a bit stronger than usual. It lingers in my nose and all the way to my brain, sending every bit of my consciousness into the limbo. A h...

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