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Cover image for post Tragic Banquet, by Bunny
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Bunny
• 35 reads

Tragic Banquet

Biting into 

the fatal fruit

the juice runs

down the sewer

drain

and everything that

begs to stick

to the silver screen

is a

distant dream...

The kissing couple

with the leaves

falling down...

The dog and its 

leash, and the jangling

sound,

in this kiosk

of amusement

with token gestures

doling round and round...

Counting every eyelash

yesterday’s youth 

will not apologize

yet again

for the life it fingers

as it dines...

The banquet has

no flavor left

for innocence

to savour,

a fragile memory

has nibbled away

the crust of reason

and so much

seems out of place

like a joint 

gone to ruin

by moist disuse

emits decrepit

after tastes...

Love was lost

at first touch,

grabbing 

for too much

how I wish 

we could have

given thanks,

now and then

to avoid such 

soured ends.

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11/26/20

Bunny &

Mavia Villaire

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Bunny in Words
• 38 reads

Untitled

The tongue that slips, and

tumbles down

like pebbles dashed

upon a grave...

The tongue that takes a slow

nose-dive,

and puts it's foot before

Form Thought

inflated where

the mind knows naught...

A deviled tongue!...

This forked intent!...

A two-way mirror now

long spent...

Tongue takes backseat...

She loses rank...

Descends high staircase...

Walks off the plank

into a nameless

ether realm.

...Taking a powder!...

Sweeten fixed deal...

Find the loose menace

'twixt lips now sealed...

And when you've learned

just where we sit,

shake off false shackles...

Rinse out the spit.

©

8/9/20

Bunny Villaire

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Cover image for post Finding Footing, by Bunny
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Bunny
• 58 reads

Finding Footing

Up high, from tree to tree

like Tarzan,

on a rope that someone

torched...

Are we swinging into death?...

...Burning hedges

'til all evidence is gone...

Wise minds from the abyss

are swallowed up

like a Hershey Kiss.

I see a boy mopping a blackboard

Long before the words are taught,

and absorbed through hungry pores...

...Loading bullets in our slots.

Are we plunging into peril?...

Is the concrete parking lot

like a jungle

that we're lost in?...

Has our sweetness gone to rot...

...Left too long on careless

windows?...

Feeling something's been misplaced...

I am standing,

arms akimbo,

staring down at rising

waste,

while the bleeding hearts

attest that

they are slaving through

the night

to avenge, and free our planet...

unshackling us from our plight.

There's only now, as future comes

too late to make a change...

Despite the fears we hold inside,

we all must lift the page,

and dive into this living fire;

each day times set our stage.

©

7/24/20

Bunny Villaire

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Wilmer in Poetry & Free Verse
• 80 reads

Screens

I sat in the solar ambience of

my wicked room

peering at a foreign life,

Her sapphire eyes poured

onto my impatient skin,

tingling with aching aspirations-

Just a glimpse,

just a glance

and love vanished:

To the void Cupid shoots.

I could not think of death

when I awoke in the starry

fields of mania and bliss.

Ravenous beasts erupted from

unburdened chambers of

induced heroics,

Sneaking turquoise veins conquered

crumbling stone walls imbued

with Good and Evil beyond...

Eden in the

eyes of dreamers.

Eternity on the

dainty fingers of time,

Her void touch

paralyzed my arctic breath

instantaneously.

Elements stripped of life

by an insatiable black hole

of scolding,frigid bliss.

In intimate instances...

I interact with the

bruises in my

tortured temple...

My empire of sanity.

I live life through screens,

love and loss in separate acts,

pausing and playing mishaps.

Hours are episodes,

titles display pain.

Her soft presence

was enough for now.

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Cover image for post Have You Been Briefed?..., by Bunny
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Bunny
• 38 reads

Have You Been Briefed?...

Have you been briefed?...

These streets beneath you

that secrete phantoms

keep you up on your toes...

You're hedged in a deserted park

with a question mark that screams...

...Up there on the tip of that

Civil War statue's rifled musket

that is pointed at a soldier undisclosed

you sense a whiff of deceit

that is pungent and perverse...

Have you been briefed,

or are you well versed

in the vocabulary

of cognizance?...

Night returns for feeding,

and you're back in the belly

of your home...

The shade of your existence

stains the creases of some chair,

and your astounded

for a few moments,

while a chime goes off somewhere,

as you'd consigned to oblivion

the weight of who you were,

so you rush outside

to vanish, and

be swallowed

by the black.

Have you been briefed?...

Your knowledge or lack of knowledge

shifts in and out like light...

May tomorrow be more bright!...

It's a game where rules are tossed.

Have you been briefed?...

...Or is the cost

factored in to your release?...

Behind your back

the closet creaks,

and your out the door again.

©

7/8/20

Bunny Villaire

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Cover image for post COVID-19 and Faith, by 2Scared2Write
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2Scared2Write in Nonfiction
• 162 reads

COVID-19 and Faith

By the time Isabella Garcia gets home, she has already washed and sanitized her hands dozens upon dozens of times. She does this because she is a medical supervisor for a company by the Same’s Auto Arena. Ms. Garcia explains, "I have to be highly precautious. The virus is very aggressive. You can't be certain if you've had contact with it or not, and I am more at risk because I have to be in contact with medical personnel and patients." However, her health is not the driving factor for her cautious behavior. Her daughter is.

If you want to know more about Ms. Garcia here is a link to the rest of the article:

https://tbcltx.com/covid-19-and-faith/

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Cover image for post Trial of Tryin', by Bunny
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Bunny
• 62 reads

Trial of Tryin’

Tryin’

I’m really tryin’...

To kick the crime,

and the habit of the crime...

There’s a tick burrowed

in these fabrics

of my own design,

but I’m tryin’...

to kick that evil

to the back of the long line...

Sweat wells on my

forehead

from this instrumental heat...

Feel the thousand lashes leapin’,

as I drag ass

to the street...

...It’s all just my sweet burden,

and it takes up

all my time,

killing all earthly ambitions

flying outwards

on my climb...

...Watch cars crash/

women screech 'n scream

(It's like I'm in a haze)

against the shining underpass

of avarice that weighs...

I’ll dance among

the sainted shacks

until the roof falls

on my ears...

I'll dance until

I'm on our backs,

and prodded with

your spears...

Tryin’...

Yes, I’m tryin’,

in a plain-clothes kind of garb

to shift far from countless miseries

though it’s gets so goddamned hard...

...And you hate to see a pattern

where there ain’t one sprig o' vice...

...Then the vice comes back

to dress you

like a theif that’s stained

your night...

″...When to brake, now?...

What to try?...”

It comes so slowly

to reply...

Tryin’ ’til my flame

burns out,

and then I

tumble to your floor...

...Dyin’ like a fish

in drought

of water on your shore...

I’m really tryin’,

’til I

can try not...

...This notion shakes me

from my spot...

Because it’s then that I can

Kick old griefs...

...My trial of tryin’

gifts me

with reprieve.

Tryin’

I’m really tryin’...

To kick the crime,

and the habit of the crime...

There’s a tick burrowed

in these fabrics

of my own design,

but I’m tryin’...

to kick that evil

to the back of the long line...

©

7/4/20

Bunny Villaire

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2Scared2Write
• 221 reads

Hello!

Hello to everyone I specifically tagged and all of the prose. I got a job as a content writer for a small newspaper company in my hometown. I felt too weird sharing this right away because I have a lot of doubts about my work, but right now, I feel like I need honest feedback on the pieces.

I still feel weird posting a link to it like I’m trying to sell something because, on one hand, the articles need the views and clicks. So, I’ve thought also about posting the articles here directly. So, What do you guys think? Should I post the articles or do you feel okay about going to the website through the link?

Thank you for your thoughts! I’d greatly appreciate any feedback or comments!

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Atalanta
• 171 reads

introduction

well, hello, anyone who reads this, im new to Prose. and I would like to ask for any suggestions on who i can follow? thank you so much!

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Cover image for post Is it Our Time, Or Prime Time?, by Bunny
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Bunny
• 51 reads

Is it Our Time, Or Prime Time?

The announcer feigns heart,

but he's glib as they come...

...Manufactured for rabble

who sit on their hands...

We are many!...

Beaks open,

and shutting at will...

Push buttons,

as suddenly

birds raise their heads...

Is it our time, or

Prime time?...

...don't worry yourself!...

You've been waiting,

forsaken,

up on that galley shelf

while the boat bides it's time

'til the sky builds a frame...

Is it our time, or

Prime time?...

Are they one in

the same?...

We can view our tormentors

with one jaundiced eye...

...though the hand at our back

combs the bowls they left out...

Are we bitter,

or chafed

by this supervised pain?...

I've been duped

by the finest

with charisma and stealth...

Is it our time, or

Prime time?...

...don't worry yourself!...

You've been waiting,

forsaken,

up on that galley shelf

while the boat bides it's time

'til the sky builds a frame...

Is it our time, or

Prime time?...

Are they one in

the same?...

©

5/19/20

Bunny Villaire

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