dear everyone,

i haven’t been active in months, i took a break, but i’d like to come back to the prose community. please. i miss you all, and i’m so glad to see that everyone has kept writing.

i’m sorry. and i love you.

lots of love and apologies, especially to my friends.

- riley

I still devour the voices

grab the sky to embrace it

rage the world ablaze

snuff out torrents of rain

sail the squall of tempests

I still devour the voices

dance in youth’s wild abandon

pluck the strings of truth

tear my soul in pieces

let life into my heart

I still devour the voices

holding spring to my bosom

seizing the pennant of youth

swallowing its nectar deeply

imbibing the dregs of youth

Shattered my soul

Smashed my head against the pavement

Broken my heart

Torn my wings from my back

You never cared

Did you?

I cried and you laughed

I screamed

I begged but you kicked me over

I needed help

But you watched me suffer

You watched me slowly die

I now have grown a bigger set of wings

Glued my heart back

Found my soul

And now it’s your turn

Run

I dare you

You will not get far

Turn around

Follow the sound of broken glass

And find me waiting

I will show you what you did to me

Recklessly exposing

their insides

and undies,

writers rip

their hearts

out of chests

bravely soaking

ink into paper,

turning inward

out and

outward in.

I knew the curve of your lips would end me-

Darling-

How silly to think otherwise.

I knew that you would end me-

Darling-

Yet I, the fool, thought otherwise.

If love's a game then I'm losing-

Darling-

You have an iron taste.

I knew loving your would end me-

Darling-

Yet I, the fool, thought otherwise.

i struggle

with dry

imagination,

words that fall

like dominoes

on a hill

too slick, too easy

too dull

to reach my heart

not wild, not weird

not daring

to haunt my mind

i struggle

with dry

imagination,

worlds that clone

the things

i already know

so give me clumsy,

give me hard

give me sharp, wild, weird

and dare

to reach a heart,

to haunt a mind

with absurdity.

Strife

wife

knife

taken life

forsaken

dead

blood red

flood scarlet

harlot lied

died

plastic casket.

The night opens up

Like a wound

On the waist

Of a heart anchored

Entrant

Of a cross country

Race

Who has split herself

Two ways

Just because she must

Risk

Everything to make

Sense of the

Fathoming of your kiss...

...Watch her,

As she unravels!...

...She who's sworn

To the tide...

...The devilry

In which she dabbles

Enters and exits

My mind...

Nighttime swallows all

The failures...

And the darkness

Hides our shames...

...Cracks a window

On what's tailored

For the masses

To sustain...

©

2018

Bunny Villaire

I screamed at him

to take all of his belongings

and to leave.

To leave and never come back.

I didn’t understand why

he then left me behind.

Alone in a silently once-home

I whisper to his photo,

Darling, I’m all yours.

Writer's block- simple Disney definition. Somebody let Sadness near the control panel and she got tears and snot all in the Idea slot and then when Fear saw he went crazy and knocked into the button that shut down your Poetry Island, and it took the crew a long time to repair it because Joy thought that replacing the Idea slot was more important so she had them do that first. Most likely, JD4, Sadness cried for a longer time than usual so the crew had to repair more of the control panel, so you should expect your writer's block to be fixed shortly.

Sincerly, Explanation Team

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