Butterflies,

     the most beautiful

             creature,

   Why?

   Because

           they are 

  what I feel 

     in my stomach

          when I look at 

                                           you

As I breathe I grow weary

               When I write these words become dreary....

As I sat and watched you,

I thought of all the little things,

that I love about you;

I love the way you bite your lip when you are trying to focus,

I love the way you bounce your knee in a room full of people

because you're nervous,

I love the way you dance in the hall to your favorite song,

when you think no one is looking, 

I love the way you slightly press against me when we are 

walking down the street and there's too many people, 

I love the way your hair falls in your face when you're reading a

book and you don't bother pushing it away, 

I love the way that when we are holding hands your fingers slightly twitch,

I love all your, what you call, flaws and imperfections, 

Because they're not flaws and imperfections, 

You're not a flaw or imperfection,

You are beautiful and perfect,

To me.

Just because you started hating yourself back in the 8th grade doesn’t mean everyone else did

Just because you stopped dancing in the halls doesn’t mean my heart quit beating for you

Just because you hate the way the clouds are always out doesn’t mean the sun hasn’t stopped shining

Just because you slice your skin open every time you have a bad thought doesn’t mean you’re an ugly person

Just because you make yourself vomit up every meal so you can be dangerously thin doesn’t mean you’re less beautiful then any other girl

Just because there is a war in your head doesn't mean you started a line of chaos in mine

Oh and darling...

Just because you lost sight of yourself does not mean I ever stopped loving you… You will always be perfect in every way

Just because...

When I see you my heart pounds out of my chest

My lungs feel like they are going to erupt, a complete

outpouring of sentiment

I collapse to my knees in complete adoration

My entire entity crumbles beneath my weight

But I know with every fiber of my being that it will never be

Because you're a boy with a promising future and I'm a girl

with a death wish

So I make amends with my soul and push aside my

frivolous emotions

And you go through your perfect life never knowing how hard 

I fell for you...

Good morning, Prosers,

This feature focuses on the wonderful words coming from our Poets in 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.

Hell have no fury like a man

Clad in his own skin

Stepping closer to

His demon within

~@PrisonAnonymous

From: His Demon Within

You were a harbour of my passion

An armoury held to discipline

Leave me, else I falter in your presence

You fan the flames

Of my obsession

~@fifty

From: Emotion Forsaken

A touch, a kiss

Passion and bliss

Love making so needed

My body’s responses heeded

~@Squeakypeewee01

From: Love

If you like what you read here, we encourage you to check out the Portal, get commenting and supporting this amazing program.

Until next Wednesday, Prosers,

Prose.

The gleaming red blood flowed through the vein and oozed through the wound out on to the girls porcelain white skin as she glided the razor down her thin wrist and as her whole body trembled with pain, she sighed with regret from her past. As the night creeped out from its hiding place the girl laid on her bed letting the pain fill her. She laid there as she watched the moon inch up the sky, the wind wrestling in the leaves of the trees, and the branches tapping against the crystal clear window. Knowing that when she falls she won't wake back up. 

She drops to

the cold damp 

floor and curls

into a ball in the 

corner and begins

to sob..... She crys

until she has no 

energy left in her

and no pain left

to be felt. She 

slowly gets up 

and crosses to 

the other side of

the room. She 

stood up on the 

stool carefully 

placed the noose

around her neck...

then she kicked 

the stool...