Prose Poetry

These pieces blur the boundary between poetry and prose: paragraphs that pulse with lyricism; sentences that bleed. In prose poetry, rhythm hides beneath punctuation, and narrative carries the ache. This is poetry disguised as memory.

When stories refuse the line break.

Fast Cars & Fragile Hearts

Fast Cars & Fragile Hearts

Two boys in the wild West Country heat—one with a fast car, the other with a fast heart. They fled shame, found love, and left their bruises in the dust of open roads. A tragic, aching freedom lives on in the memory of speed and stars.

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Mental Agony

Mental Agony

Trapped in a corridor of hallucinations and horrors, a haunted soul questions reality, memory, and the mind's last scream.

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They Came for Me

They Came for Me

A gothic prose poem whispered from the block. As a condemned soul walks toward his final moment, time slows, beauty sharpens and memory bleeds through silence. He does not beg — he remembers.

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Ti Amo – <i>A Roman Night of Love and Death</i>

Ti Amo – A Roman Night of Love and Death

A candlelit Roman night of passion with a Centurion ends in blood and breathless whispers. A haunting prose poem of beauty, desire and death.

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Dear Father

Dear Father

A haunting letter written into silence, this prose poem mourns a father’s absence across years of abuse, shame and longing. Each memory aches with the weight of what wasn’t said, and what wasn’t stopped.

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Abnormality Agony

Abnormality Agony

A searing prose poem about the agony of being labelled, studied and misunderstood. A cry for intimacy, not inquiry, for love over diagnosis.

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Mental Fortress

Mental Fortress

Within frost-slick walls a heart waits, its breath a fog of dread; serpents hiss and conscience bleeds until even daylight feels like iron bars.

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Mental Illness Demon

Mental Illness Demon

In the hush before dawn a shape of night slips beneath the sheets, threading terror through synapse and dream until mercy curdles into fevered hate.

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