Hi!

This is just a post to let you all know, I'm okay! I know I haven't been active on Prose for a while now, about two months. Around that time, I acquired more work, started a blog, and continued helping with my friend's blog. At the same time, there were financial troubles at home, along with stress from the holidays. With all this going on, my life became very hectic, and I kind of dropped off Prose.

For that, I'm incredibly sorry. I know I probably worried some of you, and that makes me feel awful. I'm doing fine, and things have balanced out a bit now. So, I'm not quite as busy and have found better ways to manage my time.

Regardless, I don't know how active I'll be here on Prose. I'll probably post my own writing once in a while. But for now, I think I'm going to focus more on reading content I've missed. Even if I don't post that much, feel free to message me, or tag me in a comment! I'm always up for talking with any of you, and/or reading your new work!

Finally, just know that all of you are very appreciated. I truly appreciate all the support and encouragement I've received from writers here. It really means so much, and I couldn't be more grateful. Thank you all so much!!!

Over time,

The acidic cloying scent of alcohol

Has become synonymous

With the sensation of disappointment

It may be but a smell

However, it carries much

More meaning behind it

The undertone of crushed

Hopes and dreams,

Left to slowly decompose

A note of dissatisfaction,

Of steps gone astray

The bitter fragrance of anger,

Always lingering like the burn

A shot of vodka leaves behind

Countless days of disappointment,

Combined with all of the above,

Alcohol has left its fetid mark

Carried on a gentle breeze,

Cherry blossoms drift down,

Spinning in fragrant clusters

The sight should be beautiful,

Something pure, untouchable

Alas, all I see in their

Pearl pink hue is the outline

Of you, hand outstretched,

Warm smile in place

The sight should be beautiful

But, it only dredges up

A bittersweet pain,

The inescapable sorrow of parting

Hi!

I just entered the November contest from Little Infinite, a poetry website. The prompt for this month was "Gratitude." I entered with my poem, "(Im)perfect Humanity." If you genuinely enjoyed it, I'd really appreciate a vote! You can vote at the link below. If you choose to do so, thank you very much!

https://woobox.com/cr2p7k/gallery/ltao-wTak4Q

I'd also like to encourage my fellow Prosers to enter the contest! It's freestyle this month, so you have the utmost freedom. There's so much talent on this site, and I think you guys could do really well! Give it a try, and as always, write on!

https://www.littleinfinite.com/november-poetry-contest/

In the dense darkness of night,

Candles stay alight

Although their wicks shorten,

And their flames dwindle,

The candles burn on,

Pillars of light

To guide the lost

No matter how the embers fray,

Always, the candles continue to breathe,

Swathed in a valiant struggle

Of light and dark

They go on until

The very end

The option to bathe in

Golden slants of sunlight,

The choice to experience

The deepest flutters of love,

The possibility to follow a dream,

Achieving what you most long for

The privilege to just exist,

Even as a beautifully imperfect

Human

All the time, you talk about my poetry,

Claim it's always about you,

Especially the darkest depths of it

You acknowledge that,

Yet refuse to change

So, what's the point, anyway?

You speak about my poetry,

The words that run so deep,

Gushing like scarlet blood

Once finally exposed

You think it's all about you

Well, maybe you're right

Ding, ding, ding!

We have a winner!

The prize: your daughter's heart,

Resting in shambles

Whenever I was cold,

Sad, hungry, feeling alone,

You would wrap me

In your big winter coat

And in your comforting embrace,

I was always warm

Misunderstood by others

Shunned by a society

I can't begin to understand

Tossed aside like yesterday's trash

The sensation of being alone

Ever prevalent, like a wound

Burning in searing pain

The trial never seems to end

I struggle and struggle,

Only to fail again

A jagged puzzle piece that doesn't fit

Into such a perfect image

All I want, is a place of my own,

One to belong, and finally

Feel at home