As requested by @poetsdream, here is a reading of my piece "Gold Stars and Hues of Blue"

Really hate my voice... but here we go.

https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B8l7c_qAJ5gYTUZ3UFRVVUh6OWc

Through blurry vision

and puffy eyes

the streetlights are

my stars tonight

Dipped in gold

they shine bright

The amber glow

beckons me to follow

The brisk unforgiving

January breeze

makes its way through

my knee high

lace up boots

and coat

then embraces me

from head to toe

and whispers the words

I wish you'd say

Of course

I know my love

will never be enough

My once black ink

now runs the saddest

shade of blue

I'll sign this letter

at the corner

where paper meets pen

before I fade to black

and send it out

into the wasted night

Pushing the cart down aisle ten, Ronnie stops to pick up a few bottles of cheap wine for herself. Making her way to aisle three, she finds a plethora of peanut butter brands, when all she needs is one. Grabbing the cheapest one, she throws it In the cart and heads to the check out line.

Is that everything?

Wine for me.

Peanut butter for the kiddo.

Check and check.

As she stares into the cart, looking at the wine and peanut butter, she remembers drunken nights with friends when the words "peanut butter" turned into "penny bitter," along with the dream she let go of all those years ago. Still zoned out, wondering where she went wrong, she slides her credit card to pay. Putting her card back in her wallet, she looks back down at the screen asking her "would you like any change?"

Yes... Is all she can think.

She taps no, and the cashier hands her a receipt.

And just like that, she walks out and leaves the thoughts of another life behind in a supermarket.

This was @skull challenge for me to write about peanut butter.

Sorry not sorry, but I'm breaking the rules.

To pick only three Prosers is impossible!

There are so many that I look up to,

and so many that have inspired.

I shall start with the greats who have been there since day one, I call them

the OG Prosers:

First there's YAngeL, creator of the all mighty (and my personal favorite) bad baby. Her writings are Disturbingly Wonderful and unlike any other. She's one tough patriotic chick.

Next of course is the lovely duo LillyZ/DaveK

They have been there from the start. As a new Proser, they took me under their wings. Two kind souls who always offer encouraging words. They are the true meaning of inspiration. In my book, they are the greatest/cutest couple. Talk about #relationshipgoals and #badassery

Then there's RubyPond, who can tell a story like no other. Such a lovely, kind hearted person, who will always bring a smile to your face with her encouraging comments.

We can't forget one of my favorites, the sweet sandflea68. Her writings always leave you wanting more. She's as clever and creative as they come. And to top it off, she's got a heart of gold.

And of course there's Firdaus, who writes with so much depth and beauty. She's got a one of a kind genius mind, and always offers beautiful words.

Last but not least on my OG list is, the beautiful ALifeWitArt. She is one of the most loving and caring persons one can ever meet. She is a true master of words, a beauty inside and out.

Then there's newer Prosers that have made their way into my life and have left their mark:

Fauxhero, a true wordsmith who writes like he's from another era. Don't let his name fool you, he's a true hero and great friend.

Skull, the rhyme master who can throw down a sick beat. A true friend who's always got your back. Trust me you'll love his "fucked up mind"

Shells, a true beauty queen inside and out. Loves everyone and never judges. Writes with so much raw emotion, she'll make you feel every word she writes.

Hauntedequinox, an incredibly creative mind, her writings will blow you away. She's so good she's got stalkers.

GhoulCircus, whose writings are captivating and hauntingly beautiful, I've fallen in love with every mesmerizing word.

RowRow1990, she's got a brilliant and focused mind. A true friend that understands and cares. Her writings never disappoint.

Soulhearts, the name says it all.

ChelleA, She's got a kind and beautiful heart. She'll always leave a smile on your face with her encouraging comments. A brilliant mind that throws down killer lines

Iaj4, one of the sweetest of the sweets, who will make you believe in yourself.

I could go on forever, but these are some of the ones I treasure.

As a little girl growing up, I was what some would call a little Matilda. I was always reading a book. Reading was my escape from the reality that was my childhood. I began writing when I was 12 years old. Back then I never really thought of it as poetry or any other kind of writing, I always saw it as me writing down everything Iʼd never say… I thought of my writings as a journal entry. Of course it wasn'tʼuntil later that I realized that I was writing much more than just that. I have piles and piles of black spiral notebooks under my bed filled with my writings. Before I started posting here on prose, I posted some writings on another writing app called Poetry Club. Sadly it shut down about a month ago due to inactivity. Other than the close group of people on there and all of you here on prose, no one had ever read my writings. I've never shared my writings with family or friends, mostly because they're really personal. I've always thought that one day I'll be like Dickinson (not that I'mʼcomparing myself to her), and that after I die somebody will find all of my writings and will publish them. Yeah I'mʼweird like that. From the ages of 15 till about 19 I stopped writing as much. About a year and a half ago when I started posting on Poetry Club is when I really got back into the groove of things. Poetry is by far my favorite form of writing. I mainly stick to free verse myself. I became all the more inspired when someone started writing poetry and songs for me. Falling in love with a writer is one of the best and worst things that can happen. Here I am now at 21 using writing as a therapist… I would love to write as a profession. But who knows… Ending up like Dickinson wouldn't be half bad either.