Once there was a boy with flowers for hair.
Beautiful, beautiful flowers.
As he grew, so did they.
He went through day to day life
With a grin on his face,
And no one said a word.
Until one day he came upon a group of men,
With stems growing out of their heads;
And they laughed,
Until the boy could not take it anymore,
And he cut his flowers off.
"Am I beautiful now?"
Paint your favorite things on my skin,
And cover me in your creations
So that when I look
At the parts of me that I hate
I'll be reminded of you
Frailty of Hope and Sails
I'm raising a sail
with skeleton threads,
and you can see through me,
I look like heaven
above a blackened sea
that rolls like glass
as it attempts to escape
waves raking the shore
with broken fingers,
trapped by the howling
with arms reaching
into the water,
no cup to catch a drink,
no sail to borrow wind,
they raise a banner of bones,
and I can see the breeze
watch itself go through
it gives no movement back.
Way Up High
Indisposed, and chaos struck. Way up high. Oh, what a fever I have rose to.
Ive reached the ceiling. Burning up at the ceiling boards. Way up high. A hundred degrees of suffering.
This debilitated daydream. Such a delightful torment. Way up high. Just tell me when it's over.
Cabinet of cures. My only friend from down below. Way up high. Disease claimed innocence from remedy.
He packed his bags
I stood at the sink
skinning a rattlesnake
his face reflected
my fingers pulled
steady breath I
held the serpent
It was warm and
I was cold
Here's to the youngest of poets
their inner thoughts for the
very first time.
Here's to the women
in houses found empty
for the very first time
who venture to pen words
held inside for decades.
Here's to the men
both fragile and bold
sharing shame and hopes
held hostage within.
And here's to the misfits
the disabled, insane, addicted, depressed
who stumble here in hopes
their most inner of fears will be
read, heard, validated
to assure them
by the simple recognition of others
that their souls
do indeed exist.
who are now
the least of our brethren
lost in this enormous unpredictable ocean of choppy writes
without the experience, relationships or skills
to bring their offerings to the peaks
where praise is lavished freely
I request we dive
as someone once
with an eye out
Friday Feature: @Born_Maverick
It appears we blinked collectively and another week has passed. It’s Friday and that is a good day for many reasons. Not least of all that we get to meet another lovely Proser. This week we go to a place of warmth and beauty to meet with a smashing chap who you have probably crossed paths with. Let's jump straight in...
P: What is your given name and your Proser username?
A: My given name is Azhar Murtuza, which means to shine and prosper. But once I started to grow I realised that it's not just the name what makes you shine bright, but the mettle in you which drives you to reach the distance. After lots of hustling and bustling, I found solace in being alone in my world where I can keep moving forward as I had learnt that, more bonding with people around only weakens you at heart. Though I like to socialise with interesting people, I never intend to take things on heart anymore. Just over a drink or two and then...Hi!! Bye!! Am on my way!!! Hence I prefer myself being called as Maverick. Born Maverick!!
It's what I love being called. On prose it's @born_maverick
P: Where do you live?
A: I live in the coastal city of India called Mangalore in Karnataka.
P: What is your occupation?
A: Well I am an entrepreneur looking after the logistics business after my graduation in engineering and management.
P: What is your relationship with writing and how has it evolved?
A: It's what runs in me, I feel more than my blood. I bleed my thoughts, my experiences and my heart out through words. I scrawl my passion and it's only to touch a person’s heart, through which I can give them a voice to their feelings which they find hard to share. If my writings touch even a single soul, I feel I have written something worthy and my work is done. That itself is an applause for me.
P: What value does reading add to both your personal and professional life?
A: Professionally it's nowhere connected, but yeah, personally I love to draw a leaf out of every writers experience as they are all unique in their approach and you can just sit back and be lost in the thoughts, imaginations or situations fellow writers have been through. I always give immense respect to every single soul out there who writes even a single word. It's not a word but it's their feelings that they have let out. It's a part of humanity to respect the feelings of another person. I value it all.
P: Can you describe your current literary ventures and what can we look forward to in future posts?
A: Hmmm…my current literary ventures started with Prose itself and I owe it all to them for starting such a beautiful platform where I felt " Oh Yes!! This is where I can exhibit myself and reach out to the world while also be rectified over my mistakes from few of the pro writers in here !" And this is exactly how it's working!
Every day I see fellow writers picking up the topics and posting it on the portals and I get inspired by them to do the same thing and write something on the similar lines. But mainly my strong area is Poetry, prose, and romantic writings and you can expect a lot of those in future. At times seeing me in the philosophy list shouldn't be shocking though.
P: What do you love about TheProse.com?
A: It's immense!! I am in love with the way it works. Every writer has a freedom of expressing themselves with no censorship and that's one of the greatest assets a writer can expect. The way the team is engaging with the fellow writers is something to be taken note of. Since my inception in here all I have been finding is the support of fellow writers at every step by someone or the other for every post I have been posting. What more do you expect, especially when you are aspiring to become a notable writer? I feel to have gained momentum to my scrawling passion through prose. I owe it to Prose and one of fellow Prosers.
P: Is there one book that you would recommend everybody should read before they die?
A : Wings Of Fire by Dr. APJ - This is one book which inspires even a common man to turn his goals into reality.
P: Do you have an unsung hero who got you into reading and/or writing?
A: No hero as such, but yeah, I probably get inspired from the beauty of nature as well as a person. Nature is something I am yet to describe in my poetry and about a person, yes I have always tried to place myself in a position of a common man and how it feels to fall in love with a fallen star who has now become an angel and living amongst us. That's the flow what you can find in my poetry and such is the way I probably imagine things. Though there are many stars across I have tried to stick to one Arcturus which I call it Swa. So you can say this is my inspiration for loving and romantic poetries and about the deep broken feelings I try to pen down my own thoughts and bleed my pain in my writings.
In short , My heroes are probably my own thoughts and Swa is that which inspire me to write.
P: Describe yourself in three words!
A: Adamantine , Maverick , Outspoken
P: Is there one quote, from a writer or otherwise, that sums you up?
A: "You just have to be lucky enough to find that someone who appreciates you...that someone sometimes may be yourself "
I had always heard about this saying till the half part but I have extended it further as at times when we are left stranded it's only we who can lift ourselves rather than finding someone else to push us.
P: Favourite music to write and/or read to?
A: I try not to mix them up as both are something which I give preference at different times.
P: You climb out of a time machine into a dystopian future with no books. What do you tell them?
A: "Oh!! Do you want me to write one book for a read? "
P: Is there anything else you’d like us to know about you/your work/social media accounts?
A: Yeah to be honest, I would like to thank you guys at first place as you all have been doing a great job by providing a platform for likeminded people like me to share the honours. I have come across very, very genuine people over here who have been guiding and supporting at every instance and this is what I required and it gets me going. I wish to do all the justice to this place and fellow readers by posting some quality work. My work is very much genuine as I try to fill myself in the shoes of particular situation and then scrawl. I hope you all like it and keep reading and sharing so that we all engage in building healthy momentum. This place should be a force to reckon with for all the writers.
I have not been much active on other social media but yeah I have recently started to share it on Instagram with the same Id of born_maverick. All I need is the support from the readers and writers to keep me going.
One more thing I would like to share is that I feel we also need a connect to the non-writers and admirers of writings where they can just read our works. I hope that happens soon.
All I can say at the end of it is that...I am glad to be a part of such lively and guiding people. Thanks a lot Prose. Keep up the good work. :)
No, thank YOU @born_maverick for your honesty, candour and passion. Do please go read him, follow him and write to him on all of the platforms, but of course, here on Prose first!
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Like a closet without a light
When I was a child
Lost and a fright
I now sit on a precipice
I am terrified of myself
So I hide from my Hyde
As the shadows invade and overlap me
I am consumed like the belly of
Jekyll opened the door
When I thought I closed it.
"I'm not a racist," the cocoa man says. A smokeless corncob pipe rattles a glissando across lower incisors and his elastic smile turns my blood cold. "In fact, you'll be my first white man."
A nylon anaconda squeezes me against the chair. My face is untaped and ungagged and I could scream bloody murder, though I doubt anyone would ever hear me, aside from the saguaros and yucca plants. I try to speak, but the desert is in my throat. I try again: "What do you want?"
His eyes are white slits, peeking from behind black curtains. "I don't have a want. I have a need."
He brings me a glass of water and rambles over my heaving gulps: "I've killed black, red, yellow, and everything in between. And, I gotta tell you, we all--
I interrupt him with a water-going-down-the-wrong-tube cough. The floor is mine, so I speak my piece: "Don't try to rationalize it. Just fucking do it."
He nods solemnly, digs in his pocket. But he doesn't do it. Instead: "Next time you get an itch — on your leg, your back, your face, wherever — try not to scratch it. Avoid it like the plague. Maybe you can resist for seconds, minutes, hours, even days. But at some point, you're going to have to scratch that itch or you'll go insane. We all bleed the same. We all have an itch."
Just then, he strikes a match and sucks the tobacco fog from his pipe. I disappear behind a hazy wall, lost for all eternity. A silver glint from beyond the smoke. Some blurred hand and my stomach is on fire. The sticky wetness warms my fingers. I'm not of this world anymore. We all bleed the same.
Meet My Penis (Meet Virginia Parody, Weird Al Style)
Warning - may offend. Also feel a little guilty about this one. Sorry folks. Also, if you don't know weird al yankovich, please look it up, or this might get a little...you guessed it...weird.
He can make a mess
Hair is always a wreck
Give him somethin he won't resist
He's best when full
Rises twice a day, wait it's
me but anyway
He doesn't listen
To me much
He thinks he's beautiful
Meet my penis
He always circumcises
Makes babies loves surprises
Breaks the condom
When he rises
Ain't it beautiful
Meet my penis
Well he wants to screw the queen
Then he thinks about that seam
Pushes faster when she screams
He really wants to plant his seed
Happy strokin masturbater
Thinkin of the open up in layers
Her oven is a hesitater
When it comes to him
He just lifts his head again
Just like me he loves the slit
He likes to sit at home
And rip up vagin-as
Meet my penis, Mmmmm
Well he wants to give it twice
Then he thinks about the price
Pulls the skin back as he streams
"I don't really want to end this fast"
He only rises at midnight
When the entrance is sealed tight
His timing is quite impossible
His ending is tragic, but his goals they
Are magic. The shape of his shaft,
Meet my penis please don't wait to
Meet my penis, yeah yeah hey hey hey
Well he wants to meet the queen and
He wants to make her scream
Well he wants to make a life
So he plants his love inside
Pulls the skin back as he creams
I really wanna hit the queen
I, I really wanna hit the queen
I, I really wanna hit the queen
I, I really wanna give her this