Nature’s Whisper (2016)
The breeze breathes
Drawing me nearer
My attention rejoices
At nature's whisper
A zephyr sighs
As I stand on the banks of this river
Delighted with my observations
At nature's whisper
Hearing the blast of air
That speaks to this drifter
Accepting its message with appreciation
At nature's whisper
The wind speaks softly to my soul
Causing me to become a deep thinker
Pleased as I listen with enjoyment
I'm tuned in to nature's whisper
Monday Motivation: Moving Forward
Greetings Prosers,
It's Monday and time for yet another Monday Motivation.
We'd like to begin with a quote that is relevant for the news we are about to share with you today.
"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." ~ Confucius
As a team we always want to be moving forward with the development of both the business and the technology, however, we identify that often, to move forward, we have to take a step back too.
With that thought in mind, we have to address the Android application. As many of you know, there haven't been updates to Android for quite some time, and this is because we currently only have one developer - who is slowing down time to fit more than twenty-four hours into one day. He's in his code-cave, ferociously tapping away at those keys, banishing bugs and laying the foundations for this wonderful community here. Unfortunately, though he might be almost superhuman, he most certainly isn't Superman. We have encountered some issues that are causing global freezes and speed issues across all platforms, and that is because Android needs some serious love and attention. It is because of this that we have made the hard decision to pull the app from the Google Play Store to allow us to take it all apart, blow a fresh and renewed life into it, and unleash it back out there. This is a hiatus, not a permanent removal.
With this being said, once we have ironed out the remaining bugs on iOS and Web, added some more features etc. we will be working on Android and bringing you all the feature upgrades, speed upgrades, and generally a better functioning application.
We don't want to leave all Android users in the lurch, though. Prose is optimised for your phone browsers and your tablet browsers too. You access it in exactly the same way you access Prose on a PC - theprose.com.
If any of you, as always, notice bugs or things acting strangely, get in touch with us, we will add it to the bug list, and our wonderful King of Tech, will work his butt off to make sure things get fixed and resolved in a timely manner.
We hope that you understand that with a team of only 5, (1 tech, 1 design, 2 customer service / social media / marketing, 1 finance) we are really working hard to improve Prose for your pleasure and outlet. We have big goals that, with your support as a community, we know we can achieve.
Prose is one of the most beautiful corners of the internet, it's badass, it's gnarly, it's more than we as a team ever envisioned. We will continue to be transparent with you, and keep you updated with all the latest developments as and when they happen.
Until next Monday, Prosers, we'd like to leave you with one more Confucius quote:
"It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop." ~ Confucius
Prose.
c o n f o r m
in third grade,
they told me my hair was too long
so i went home and watched my beautiful brown locks fall gently to the ground
in sixth grade,
they told me i was too fat
so i stopped eating until i could feel my ribs prodding out as i tossed and turned at night
in ninth grade,
they told me i was attention seeking
so i covered my arms in a thick sweatshirt while the summer heat beat down onto me
in eleventh grade,
they told me i wasn't pretty enough
so i wasted hours standing in front of a mirror, crying until i could no longer see my reflection
in twelfth grade,
they told me to die
so that's exactly what i did.
Philosophical Draft
A star extinguished and its energy was absorbed
In a rotating galaxy of fragmented history
Stacking upon one another in Jacob's ladder
Climbing from Hell into the Sun
They burned with exhaust permeating grandly
New seasons were born and evolution realigned
Upon the waking of old consciousness
We seeped in its valley of morphed empathy and
The baptism of humanity gave us all new life
Notice
Why do I blush my cheeks?
You won't notice.
I know you won't notice.
Why do I line my eyes?
I hope you don't notice the lines.
You won't notice the lines.
Why do I gloss my lips?
I pray you won't notice
my glossed over words.
Maybe you won't notice
how I gloss my words.
Why do I paint my nails?
I hope you don't notice
how I've painted my life.
Maybe you won't notice
how I've painted my life
around you.
Why do I dress up nice?
I doubt you'll notice
that I've dressed my wounds.
You won't notice
how I've dressed my wounds
that you've inflicted.
Why do I buckle my high heels?
I don't think you'll notice
how my knees buckle.
You won't notice
how my knees buckle and
I've buckled my lips
to hold in the screams
that you've drawn from me.
Maybe you won't notice
my screams.
You never, ever notice
anymore.
sunshine’s shade
She danced against the sunlight's shade
Swirling downwards like a wingless fly
Out of control. Out of my grasp. Contoured halls and blue faces
I am abandoned into the war of the worlds. Silent crackles in the dusky dust filled air.
Barren and battle scarred and broken down.
Face first into the spoils.
She danced against the sunshines shade
To songs of death and love
