The glinting of imagination reflecting;

the essence of undefined beauty erupting.

Paper...the mirror of the author's mind,

radiantly rebounding the array of vision.

My name is Josh, I have been writing for a little under a year.  I have been on prose just under a month. My career is as a design drafter and writing is one of my hobbies. I was not your typical writer type when I was in my school years.  I love to read and always have, but I was more of your athletic "jock" type in school. It is since that I have found my love of writing. In the past year, I have written more than 50 poems and around 30,000 words in an online serial novel, The Unseen War. (Now available to read on prose). I have been drawn to prose by the amount of people here who not only write but also read. I encourage honest feedback as I want to always be growing as an author and writer of poetry. Though my time dedicated to writing is small, my imagination never stops spinning stories and words together. Maybe someday I will have enough written to publish a book and make a couple bucks. Maybe I will publish and only have spent time and money. Either way, I will continue to write because I love to do it. Thank you all for being a great group of readers and writers. Prose On!

I needed you, to take my hands.

Show me the way

While I crawled,

I grabbed your hands

That I may rise to my feet.

You placed me down

And walked away

Too emotional

My soft chick ballooned

Choking on my breath

My chest rose and fell

Loud and disturbing

I cried for comfort

Impatiently waiting,

For you,

To come calling

You skulked from a distance

I felt your presence

I cried deeper

My lungs grew hot

I coughed and stumbled

You appeared in haste

Pulled me closer

Rocked me and said,

Cry not! Cry not!

Little image

Soften your fears

Easy, does it

Mummy is here

Ever watching

Its only a break

Easy does it

As you slowly whispered

Those magical words

My heartbeat weakened

With the tears evaporating

Happy and pleased

I sang my version

Leave not! Leave not!

Little image

Your bosom is precious

Warmer

Than the night sky

Mummy don't you dear

Leave for a minute

You are my day

My sun and moon

All she said next was,

Blaa! Blue! Blaa!

I wondered what she meant

Maybe,

some other time.

Vandalism is illegal pretty much everywhere, yet your initials are carefully scattered across my heart. You spray-painted without hesitation because you knew I was not a law that can place you behind steel bars if broken, but an empty canvas you could paint heartrendingly beautiful landscapes on. There is one thing I certainly have in common with the owners of all the walls you've ever vandalized, and that thing is how I never gave you permission to leave a permanent mark on my territory.

Staring out at the weekend bustle of the city. I shake my head at my life. The cars meandering through the maze of the night. Horns in the distance. I take a drink of gin and choke it down. It triggers the thoughts of pine needles and drunken summer nights. I watch the lights flickering and I think of you. Beautiful and barren and lost. I want to hold you. Too stop you. Too save you from yourself. I want to jump. I want to burst through the glass of The Brown Hotel into the streets below. Let the traffic devour me and the horse and carriage crush my bleeding remains. Cracking bone and leaking blood and marrow onto the fucking streets.

But more than anything I want to beg you. I want to bruise my knees with the force of my fall and beg you to look into my eyes and know that I am your soul. That I will protect you from this world and all your faults will be safe in my arms.

But I won't. I'll sit here and drink in this window. Looking down on the world. Imaging the swan dive in my head.

Rhythm born in the heart

Conceived and birthed like a child

Although I’m scared

Yet I can’t kill the dream;

I will embrace the challenge

In the womb I will take care of it

And when I conceive him

I will be responsible for him,

My child that keeps me on my feet

I move and balance it

Even with the pain

At his call

My feet still moves

I’d break my back for him

I fight for him!

He has become my

Passion and my love

I live for him!

Dear Lord, give me

Strength to take care

Of him

Till he is grown

And ready to be shown

To the world

I can’t kill the dream!

I’m brave to live for him

And pass him on, to the world

Oh now he doesn’t belong to

Me alone, he belongs to you all

Welcome to our showcase

And i know i will be so proud that

I did not kill this dream!