I am Time.

Out of rhyme and grime,

I create all of space.

With evolution, I mold the human face.

From atoms to star dust,

I saw life's yearning lust

To breath amongst planetary rocks;

Plankton leads to Hawks.

Now humans suffer in nature's sneer

And in the blood bath of fear.

So onto them I gave them a god.

A few to Egypt, to Greece a squad.

There's one from the Middle East

That inspires man to be a minister or a priest.

In the creation of their gods, I sought

To bring comfort to those fraught

With pain and death.

Still, they can't see past the last breath.

For I am Time,

I seek peace for my creation.

Drifting through void without purpose, no rush, no hurry.

Time is a concept I once knew.

At a time when such trivialities consumed my very being. Not enough time for this, not enough time for that.

Well now I have the time.

I have all the time in the World, the Universe. This whole place is my Oyster.

Oysters, I used to love serving them at gatherings with my friends.

Friends......Friends? The word holds meaning, but what does it mean.

Others, other people....

Others, there are no others, there is only me.

People, what is a people?

I ask myself, for I have all the answers. 

 Questions keep me busy.

Busy? What am I busy for?

Am I waiting for something?

Why wait, when I can do anything?

Second guess myself?

Not knowing what will happen?

How can I not know, I know everything. Right?

I didn't know back then?

Back when?

But it's happened now, I should know right?

I will be distracted?

How can I be distracted there is nothing to distract me.

I'll learn to become human once more?

What does it mean to be human?

I do not know?

I do not know?

I do not......know?

How can I know?

I have to do it, huh?

Just go for it.

I have all of the answers, no not all of the answers.

I want something new, I want to know what it means to be human.

Only one way to know, I must experience it.

An experience, I can't wait, I won't wait.  

This world, this universe will Be once more. 

You choose. No one else.

Fear is not real. But love is true.

You feel the guilt, you know how badly I'm wounded, 

you know I'm hurt, especially after the words spoken,

not to worry, you shouldn't feel bad, that's stupid, 

don't blame yourself, love, for I have always been broken.

Maybe I should just run away again, so you could forget,

let you not remember how much you really meant to me, 

but if I did, if I could,  I would feel nothing but regret, 

Why didn't I make things better when it was hard for me? 

Don't waste your time feeling sorry for me, feeling regret,

It's not that hard of a game, just roll the dice and hope,

it's an easy game of guns and bullets, like Russian roulette, 

testing you, seeing what you can do, can you can cope?

Love, trust me I will be fine, I will be okay, I'm strong, 

now go, and go far, for I can't act this way for long. 

The boxes block my view

Listening to a cloudy mix 

On a sunny summer morning 

I've been here all summer long

I've been waiting for you

Wishing for just one kiss

To keep my spirit soaring

I've been here all summer long

You still have a piece of my heart

And I never really expected it

And I'm still missing you

But I've still done nothing yet

You've got a piece of my heart

And there really is no telling if

This is what we're meant to do

I just don't want any regret

Oh you've got a piece of my heart

I just want to know if you're selling it

Tell me baby is your heart warming

Because I will be here all summer long

A few months ago, we decided that we wanted to crown a “Proser of the Month” each month, as a celebration of the talents and contributions of the community. Why? Because when you write on Prose we believe it’s important to show the world what talent you have, the journey you have been on, and the growth that you have made as a writer.

So what does this even mean? It gives the chosen Proser bragging rights. It also gives them a beautiful PDF version of our favourite piece of theirs, as voted by the team which we then send them. It’s theirs to do with what they will. In addition, Karen, our super talented designer, makes a video of the piece, which is then posted on our YouTube channel. They are all available now.

We then share the chosen Proser’s video, profile and prose to our followers. We want to introduce as many people as possible to the piece, and we hope that all Prosers will too! 

Now we are six months in, we thought it would be pretty cool to post them all in one gorgeous round up with links and pictures. It's pretty epic.

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