Saturday Prison Break
Good morning, Prosers,
This feature focuses on the wonderful words coming from our Letters from Prison contributors. Some of you may not be aware of this initiative yet, but by the end of this post you will be!
Each and every Wednesday, Sammie and Paul visit prison and teach creative writing to the residents there. We then bring their words to Prose and post them in the Letters from Prison Portal where members of the Prose community comment on them, providing much needed support and feedback which we then take back into prison and share with the residents.
This program has provided the inmates with a much needed release whilst improving their spelling, grammar, self-confidence, and has had a profound effect on their mental health, too.
This new weekly feature is to celebrate some of the cracking words that escape the bars and make their way onto Prose.
Glorified silver slashes
Echoes of hidden screams
Brutal blows rain down
Splashes of blues and greens
~@TwistedSpiral
From: Midnight Skies
‘I become bathed in the emotions of the saved. I'm sure when Jesus comes back, this is how the righteous will feel.’
~@Squeakypeewee01
From: I’ve Been Waiting For This
The pain he caused
And the prostitutes he sold
All the girls touted
For men in the cold
~@PrincessHarmony
From: Lie Cold
If you like what you read here, we encourage you to check out the Portal, get commenting and supporting this amazing program.
Until next Saturday, Prosers,
Prose.
Meaningless Attraction
In my words, lying, cheating, is never part of the plan, I would sacrifice myself just for you.
Broken on the inside smiling on outside with that fury in my face eager to die for the words I speak from start to finish are true.
I understand that my past has created its scars and those scars have come to hunt my now, we are strong, I may be wrong having not to say how much you mean to me.
Look at me wallowing in self-destruct like that little timer waiting to blow, analyzing everything I do, did and have done looking for that little hole where I went wrong. Not for a day did I fall to the arms of another, for the satisfaction I would always have with you.
How would I promise to be with you and still go looking for something that would spite my drink, itʼs my words versus my words for I know that I have opened the portal for distrust my the work I do and how I do them but that doesnʼt mean I donʼt value what we have, never would I look at another in perfection when the only perfection I see is you.
So many say what I do is meaningless and could cost me, I donʼt care for I do it for I know itʼs for the right cause, when I say those three words I mean them.
If I be a fool then let me be the fool for you
@Rubenkells