Thank you
(About two months late) I realized that I've been on Prose for a year, so I wanted to write a post to commemorate that and thank some of the people that made all of this so much more amazing.
First off, we have Adin. You have always been really supportive of my writing and you always make me smile with your writing and comments. I enjoy hearing what you have to say about my writing. You have helped me so much and you make me more confident about my writing and myself. Thank you.
Next, we have Ernaline. You are so kind and care about everyone on Prose, not just me :), and you always the first to comment/message and check if I'm okay, which I really appreciate. Thank you.
And then, we have oceanelsie. You are one of the funniest people that I know on Prose, your posts always make me laugh, like your post 'Last Night'. It has been fun writing alongside you and Prose. Thank you.
And of course, Danceinsilence. You are a mentor to so many people on Prose, your helpful posts about where to find things have helped a lot of people (myself included, being here for a year doesn't make me any better at remembering how to use this website...) and always give meaningful and much needed feedback! Thank you.
And now, finally, Mnezz. You encourage and support everybody, and are always so sweet and honest in the comments and give meaningful feedback. You are so passionate about writing and about helping out everyone else on Prose, and it shows. It has been an honor to read your writing and have you return the favor. Thank you.
And to the rest of Prose, I appreciate all of you. Everyone makes this community of writers better (cheesy, yes, I know, but still true) and this is one place where I can be my creative, funny, and weird self without judgement. I can't wait for the coming years, and I'm so glad that I found Prose and all of you guys, or I would have driven myself crazy during quarantine by now.
Thank you.
g a s p i n g
it came like a crashing wave
by chance
by fate
but it didn’t drag me under,
it pulled me out
suddenly g a s p i n g for breath
waterlogged lungs spitting the
concealed truth
sky spinning, water pulsing
with life
because only now I understand
who I am
why couldn’t someone have just told me sooner?
the breath buried deep within
A Bedtime Story
Once upon a time,
There lived a girl like you!
Lily was her name,
And her eyes were bright and blue!
Everyday she woke,
As early as the morning mist
And she was never in trouble,
As she was no pest.
She obeyed her parents,
And was the teacher’s pet
She was loved by every kid,
And never did she fret.
She had a thousand friends,
And read good books
Such a happy life,
Gave her good looks.
Never did she lie,
And never did she cry
And never disturbed her mommy,
In the name of a bedtime story!
Its half past nine,
Lily’s time to sleep
And every good girl like her,
Would have gone to sleep.
Tucking you in bed,
Let me leave now, my darling
Have a good night
And let us meet in the morning.
You
The only person that knows me better than myself
is you.
The only person who sees through my carefully plotted schemes
is you.
The only person who realizes I’m not who everyone thinks I am
is you.
I painted on a mask
molded to fit who I used to be
to fit what I am supposed to be
to hide my insecurities
to fit the standard of “normal”
I will never achieve.
The only one who has seen below that
false exterior
is you.
I’m not who I say I am
I’m not who they think I am
I am my mask
or at least I try to be
because I am afraid that when I take it off
there will be nothing left.
and you
the one person who could save me
bring me back from the brink
rescue me from the nothingness
will be gone
because I couldn’t save you
because I can’t save anyone
least of all
me.
