Dear Prosers

Oh, how I hate to say goodbye even though I know it is only for a little time.

I've come to a new season in my life and I will be taking a little break from Prose, I will continue my writing and will come back to post it soon.

I wish you all well and hope you all continue to grow in your writing and grow into who you are. love yall. happy writing.

love, Jenevieve

p.s if your into watching vlogs on youtube ill have one coming in about a year(theofficalJenevieve) if all goes well!

(DISCLAIMER: I am in no way a racist, in real life. this post was written for this challenge but I don't share these same ideas or thoughts as a person.)

They call me a racist

But I can’t deny it you see

I hate everyone that doesn’t have the same color skin as me

They will never be good enough

Because obviously white is supreme

I can’t contain this hatred and you can’t believe

The things I say when someone of another color walks past me

They think they deserve to be equal to you and me

But that idea is beyond ludicrous

Don’t you agree?

My name is Jenevieve Alex Hardison

but who I am as a person is a complex thing lol.

I’m an 18 yr old girl that’s 5″1′ with wavy brown hair and green eyes.

imma just dive in, like I do off the cliffs of California, never ever looking before I leap.

I’m an Adrenaline Junkie to put it simply...if it’s dangerous, dumb, or you say “don’t do it” I’m going to do it if I haven’t already. it’s not that I want to die all the time but I’m not scared of dying. My friends say I have depression and I guess they’re not wrong but we all have monsters... don’t we?

I’m into Boxing, Camping, Cliff Diving, Music(i do covers and originals), Mtn.Biking(some of my fav. trails are at Fire Mtn. in Cherokee, NC).

My soul longs for adventure and my veins are filled with Wanderlust and...Ambien.

I live off-grid in a dry cabin, so naturally, as you may imagine I don’t share a lot of the views most girls my age do. which leads me to my next topic...

I’m not an above-average violent person or I don’t think so... but I will have to say talk is cheap and if you wanna run your mouth at me you better be ready to back it up because if you don’t watch it your gonna have a left hook at your face followed by a right-handed jab and an armbar.

I’m Studying Medical Sonography (AAS) and will graduate in three more years as a certified medical sonographer with a bachelor’s degree in science.

I love The Office, Parks, and Rec., Brooklynn Nine-Nine just to name a few shows, and FYI I was watching the Office waaayyyy before it was cool so don’t put me in the new Office loving group with all the other fakes. (also anything MARVEL)

My favorite drink(s) are Kombucha, Tequilla, Coffee, and Milk.

I don’t know what else to say without revealing too much about myself so um..yeA

My weapon

Well I have so many

I don’t know what to choose

My bare hands are best to use when I want to feel what I’m doing to you

Talk is cheap, at least to me so I won’t use words to hurt you

My knife is next its pretty neat

It can slice through anything

A pile of Flesh all sliced up

That’s all you’ll seem to be

Here comes my ax is great you see

It’ll chop you in half

As if you were a tree

And there you’ll be laying on the ground still as can be

I still can’t decide on a weapon you see

Maybe ill just use all three...

My Serotonin

Levels are too low

Or maybe there to high

I can’t remember now

All I know is I can go

From cloud nine

To 6 feet under

In 3 seconds

I fall short of perfection

Everyday

I’ll never be enough

Maybe I should end it all now

I know the pills in the back

Of the medicine cabinet

That I couldn’t bring myself

To flush

I know the 9mm on my nightstand

Fully loaded

Ready for when I may

Need it

Miss.Hardison

The doctor pulls me

Out of the inside of my head

And calls my attention back to her

Too bad, she can’t

Save me

From the monsters in

me

I follow you through the dark

to the inside of my heart

to the depths of your soul

to the place, we'll call home

the inner child in me

she a lot to take in you see

bloody knuckles and scraped knees

from all the anger left in me

her laughter bubbly as can be

as she laughs

at the simplest things

reckless and daring, hardly caring

about what others believe

shes filled with desire

to climb higher and higher in the old oak tree

as she sings a melody so sweet

almost 18 now...

where did she go

she left a long time ago

after heartbreak and hard times

it was hard to keep her alive

oh well it was fun

while she lasted, after all, she's just a piece of the past

I have this case of writer's block

I can't get through it

the clock continues to go tik tok

but I just can't do it

so I pick up a rock

thinking that someway this will help me do it

but all it does is make me question my life

and if ill ever get through it

“I have nothing for you, i can't love you, when I can't even love myself.”

I watch the shadows on the wall as your shadow walks away from me, then hesitates

A bit of hope fills my stomach but you just turn and say

“Ya know i've been hanging on, but you lost your mind a while ago. Maybe the shots wont ricochet next time.”

I watch your back right up until you walk out the door...I hold the gun in my trembling hands,and pull back the hammer. The metal tastes funny in my mouth as my tears fall down my cheeks.

inhale.1.exhale.inhale.2.exhale.inhale.3