Hi. How are you? :)

I feel like this is the perfect place to collaborate and I have a few little ideas... I wondered if anyone would want me to write a sequel or prequel inspired by what they have written on Prose so far?

And in return choose a piece of mine to write a reply to?

Creativity awaits...

This cannot be everything

By words spoken and unsaid.

Blue cannot be measured

By the standards of red.

Plants cannot be replaced

By the bouquet that is dead.

Books cannot be judged

By the one who has not read.

Boats cannot be driven

By eyes blind to threats ahead.

People,

People cannot be used

They’re here to be loved instead.

By Paul David B

I am fully aware of the grammatical

in-correctness, the same in

correctness that gathers in the

alleyway outside your old

apartment, that tells me I should

have stayed,

but I didn't want this to be

about you.

I wanted,

for once in my goddamn life,

for this poem, out of all

the other shrunken poems

out of which I left you

bulging,

for this poem

to be bigger than you, to

swallow

you

whole .

I sewed my eyes shut.

I cut my arms off at the shoulders

so they could not reach for you.

I chopped my hair

off up to my chin hoping that

when it grows back it will not

realize it is nothing but

dead skin.

I lost the photograph of your fingers

playing that coffee shop piano.

I spent three nights on the floor

of my bathroom but that's all

I would give it.

I wandered into the wrong bed

once

twice

three times

before I finally chose

mine.

I have never felt so hungry in all my life,

but you are not nutrients

you are not necessary

you do not sustain life

I was on fire and you poured water

on the concrete

all around me.

So I let myself burn.