In life, true blessings are rare.

Bright, all-knowing eyes,

a gifted smile,

a gentle hand,

to fend away unwelcome pain.

When gone,

so goes a special ray of sunlight.

But somehow a feeling is shared,

knowing sunlight touches only me,

with knowing eyes,

and a whispered touch of a gentle hand.

From this life to the next,

life’s blessings have been doubled.

And I know,

a mother’s love,

lives on forever.

She smiles still.

I did this very same thing last year with two dozen Prosers. The best way for a group chat is to create a post for all those who get involved, tag them all and start pitching your idea. When I did this it was a group challengve to finish a novel in 30 days which we did. It's called "Survival". 47 chapters with both Forward and Prologue, and 65,843 words. Each Proser has their name at the end of each chapter. You can expect a lot of debate, a lot of ideas but you have to maintain control or it can get out of hand. Keep everyone focused, keep it lively and interesting. It would bes best with whatever idea you have in mind to write the first chapter. Then designate other writers in order of each chapter and make sure with each chapter, all thiose involved are always tagged so they can who is next in line to write, what has been written so whoever is next has a strong idea of what to work off of. It's best to do at least one mass post each week so everyone knows what is going on and one thing you can do in the post, is highlight what each chapter entailed. In doing so, it can prompt more questions to getting the novel written. Continuity and clarity are key. If a character is 6'4 and 220 in one chapter and two chapters later he is suddenly 5'9" and 180, that presents a problem in uniformity. Good luck!

I tried to post this in the Beta version but it wasn't working. Or if it did work, I saw nothing to show that it did.

This is the link to the novel I mentioned: https://theprose.com/book/2939/survival

Decision

Describe

Tomorrow

Psychological

“Desision” is not how the English language says to spell “decision”, yet that seems to be the way I spell it first... autocorrect saves my butt on this one all the time.

“Discribe” is another one I just can’t spell correctly. I know it’s spelled describe, but when I write, I always forget: Is it an ‘e’? Is it an ‘i’?

Oooh but one of my worst enemies is “tomorrow”... I know that either ‘m’ or ‘r’ is a double letter, but while writing, I can NEVER remember which one it is.

The next word, psychological, is hit or miss whether I spell it wrong or not. I usually end up forgetting the ‘h’ or putting it in the wrong place... I just love adding random letters everywhere.

Nobody does alone better.

I wear both halves of friendship charms,

tell waiters “table for one, please,”

poor two glasses of wine for both me and myself,

play both sides of the chess board,

and keep stock photos in frames.

I watch all of my movies alone in the dark.

Romances are better when seen by yourself.

I cook half Mac and cheese boxes,

make lasagna in 4 x 6 inch pans,

yet buy ice cream by the gallon.

I mailed myself a birthday card

and gave myself $10.

“Hey siri, play me breathing sounds”

and “Siri tell me jokes”

I’ve bought cologne just for my hoodies, and I’ve practiced kissing on my hand.

If they didn’t come with me, I’d only have one arm, one hand, one leg, one eye.

Alone and I have gotten, now, to be the best of friends.

I would say sorry

[I would say sorry to my mom for all the lies I've lied and all the lies I will lie yet, and for the fact that she would still catch a star from the night sky for me, if only she was taller.

I would say sorry to my dad for all the times I've disobeyed and all the times I will disobey yet, and for the fact that though his hands are rough and his temper rougher, he would still hold me at my worst.

I would say sorry to my siblings for all the tears I've caused them and all the tears I will cause them yet, and for the fact that they wouldgive their all for me if I was ever hurt.

I would say sorry to my friends for all the fights that I had fought with them and all the fights I will fight yet, and for the fact that they'd forgive me still after I'd made them hurt.

I would say sorry to the stars in the sky and the earth under my feet and the waves in the sea for all the times I've lost site of their magnificence and all the times I will lose site yet, and for the fact that they would grant me happiness even if I was never grateful.

I would say sorry to myself for all the mistakes I've made and all the mistakes I will make yet, and for the fact that I would still love myself if only I would try.

I would say sorry a thousand times over. I would cry it at a funeral. I would whisper it to my neighbor. I would sing it in the shower. I would wail it at the doorsteps of strangers. I would howl it to the moon. I would shout it to the wind. I would preach it to God himself if only it would help...]

but one word would not fix anything 'cause fixing anything ain't the same as fixing all my faults.

I must be wishing

on a broken star

whose grey light

dims each time I pray

whose calloused arms

hold stiff and break

whose stardust falls

on all but me

whose song of love

is nearly gone

my lucky star

my lovely wish

my little light

my lonely gift

I wish on you

each day and night

with no return

and no delight

but who needs luck

when you work hard

for that will surely

bring you far

I wrote this 2 years ago but I've been feeling like this often. Reminder to anyone reading: You're good enough exactly the way you are. You are worthy of respect simply for existing. Big hugs :)

I’m not sorry

For going to bed at 3am

Instead of working

Until dawn.

I’m not sorry

For studying with my friends

Instead of sitting

All alone.

I’m not sorry

For going home at night

Instead of playing

A sport I hate.

I’m not sorry

For stopping piano lessons

Instead of forcing

Myself to play.

I’m not sorry

I chose not to run for council

Because you wanted it

Not me.

I’m not sorry

I chose to tutor instead of study

Because my friend’s at

A fifty-three.

I’m not sorry

I chose not to take physics

Because I loved Spanish

So much more.

I’m not sorry

I chose to take Saturday off

Because my family means

The world.

I’m not sorry

I refused to jump

Through every single hoop.

I’m not sorry

I didn’t check

Every single box you drew.

I’m not sorry

I used my time

To write poetry

And truth.

I’m not sorry

I never tried

To change myself

For you.

I’ll stuff the sadness in my pockets, 

like a kid would their candy

and carry it with me while I’m out having fun. 

Not because I secretly wish to mourn us, 

when I should be making new memories

but because it’s weirdly comforting. 

I met you knowing you were temporary,

and the melancholy in that should be bitter

but knowing you at all is what makes it be sweet.

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i stare into the white snow, the gray sleet and ice

the world moves along, but i stay frozen in paradise.

what if i want to be lonely instead?

what if i love the way solutitude drips down my forehead

you know head wounds always bleed too much

you know i shrink away from your touch

isn't it better alone in the cold?

where talking is poison and silence is gold?

i want to be a shade, my corporeal life passed

and i watch the people as they walk past

a ghost of solitude, reveling in silence

as i watch them, waves crash in my head, full of violence

i long for the touch i once scorned.

would i still be here if i had been warned?

why didn't anyone tell me how crushing it is?

why did i ever think i wanted this?

i no longer want to be lonely

if only i'd known, if only...