Prosecollection Stories

the only things i dare to know. © all rights reserved juno / summertwine

Purple prose is flowery and ornate language, and here is a hint of it.

Prose Collection

you crumbled alone. ©reephoria / completed

Embark on a journey into the depths of the human spirit with Whispers of the Soul: Verses From Within by Royce Earnest Rasmussen. In this captivating collection of poetr...

push me down the hudson, on a bed of words unspoken. -- a collection of memories in prose and poetry. a means of coping with the ghosts of the past. i hope you fi...

just my feelings and thoughts turned to a prose and poetry whilst in a great isolation (self-isolation) not beautifully said nor beautifully sounding yet deserved to be...

by dangerisawoman

you must forget your dreams when they tear a city apart. for not just the city was broken: so was my heart. note: this is "wonderland" part 2. to read "...

here lies a collection of poetry and prose that i wrote during times of emotional whirlwinds. please be reminded that i am not a poet, let alone a good writer.

[ prose/poetry ] i can't help but pull the earth around me / to make my bed

A Collection of Poetic Prose and Other Assorted Items.

Dear Elliot, This is one of the letters I wrote about you that I would like to send but hesitated. Because you might not feel the same way. However, I have a lot of trus...

"She gazed in wonder at the worlds she created within her mind" This book serves as a written archive of my own Instagram poems. Feel free to visit my page ov...

Under the livid moon and stardust sky, I hold on my phantoms. My grasp is stout like my life depends on them, so I stand still and bare the zephyr ghosting on my skin. I...

A compilation of poetry and prose I have written over the years. I hope to improve as time goes on ✨

This is pulp poetry. This is the poems your mother hides away from you but opens up in her spare time and cries to. This is the poetry your bastard lover wrote about you...

vintage papers inside a bottle that has been washed away by the waves of memories, letters never sent.