I LOVE YOU PROSERS!
Guys, I love you! Excuse me if I sound too corny. Maybe it's adderall or because I haven't gotten some sleep last night, or maybe nothing at all. But I don't care what it is I just wanted to say and let you know that I LOVE YOU!
I recall the past days since I met prose. All what WE been through of sweet, bitter, supports, and even the craziness, makes me feel like I owe you, all of you, indeed i do. I wish I can be helpful and supportive too to anyone and everyone, but as of for now, all I know and can do is LOVING YOU and THANKING YOU for everything you've done for me in all forms and shapes.
I LOVE YOU!
Flowers of the Night
Flowers of the night!...
One and all!...
Flowers of the
And cover the letters
Of our latest
Occupants every year!
On the outside appear
To be perfectly
...High alarms from
...The sirens, and
Keep them strung
To their thread
While the Dead
In their Void,
Buried deep in
Wonder why it
Sweet flowers of
You can make it
With your prize!...
Do their part!...
...Knowing full well
Every cure that
Like a flame!...
My deeper urges
Will be hard
...Flowers of the night!
Stay close! You would like to get infected with my personality <3
Vertigo - Why I Write
I shake poetry
out of my sleeves.
of shiny words,
the muse hiding
in black voids
Time down drain
of moneyless pit,
that only writers
seeing the world
from my perspective
as I crave
that only writing
I drink of it
Homage to deceased rogues
—We still play these cards like rouges
faces of kings, queens; princes and princesses presidents, vicars and all renowned
agents that swayed our thoughts and actions
gaze out of antediluvian tombs
laughing at the ignorance and perplexity
of all under the auspices of shadows of those
that once were gurus, movers and shakers
men and women of gold and amethysts
freedom devourers on the surface they're kind
two things; surrender your honor
surrender your soul; plea fealty to the famed
your dignity they devour with satisfaction
—so that even beyond their graves and graces
we remain tethered to their casuistry
continuing this tomfoolery of lost morality
to feel magnificent they must denude you
your unalloyed delights pulverized to nihilism
so that they, a handful of them can influence,
or crown their decayed pates in gold and silver
others adorn diamonds daubed in blood
through toil and moil the monies yielded
spent on another Louis, Charles or Henry!
should the stucco of the palace walls crack
should the eaves fail to prevent ingress
speaking of offhanded autocrats under the veil fairytale! Maybach's bumper-to-bumper,
they'll mince if you fail to make way!
we still cling to this old card game with faith
paying homage to men and women of centuries
lost to us, characters about whom nothing good could be said!
yes, we still play these cards bedecked
with faces villains poised as heroes and heroines
we never ask or wonder why every generation's allotted era ends shamefully...
In the Hall of the Boy King
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Will propel another new
Have no illusion!
Innocence Lost: A Prose Original
It's here! It's live! And it's time for you to find out if your entry was included in the very first Prose Original series.
Around a month ago, we set a new Prose Challenge of the Month, whereby fifteen of you would be chosen to have your entries placed in our Prose Original book. We also announced that each winning Proser will receive 5% of all book royalties for life!
We will be launching another Challenge of the Month if this book proves to be popular, so share the book with your family and friends and get them reading this incredible anthology. Satisfaction guaranteed.
Happy New Year to each and every one of you, let's kick 2017's ass.
Until next time, Prosers,