Sad day on Earth
Hello Prose family
For the last two weeks I have been looking to hear from Danceinsilence (William Pate).When I didn't hear back from him I checked on here and hospitals in NC and on Instagram. Nothing until today. I decided to call the police and had them to do a wellness check on him. The police called me back and told me that he passed away on the 25th of July but they found him in his apartment on the 28th. His investigation is pending and they wouldn't tell me how he passed. He was 76.
He was a lot of people friend on here so please leave your memories for his soul to take with him. I cried enough tears to fill a coffee pot and my face is swollen. Please give tribute and check out his writings. He was a genius and the coolest person I knew, and he will be missed! :(
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Don’t Tell Me to Smile
I have always hated it. Nothing irks me quite so much as when a stranger, who happens to be taking up space where I am, looks at me boastfully, with a cocky grin, and says, "Come on, smile. Don't be so serious. It's not that bad."
Like really?! Does this person, someone I've never laid eyes on, happen to roam the recesses of my mind to know what I'm thinking? Or does that person have an inkling what is front and center in my life?" If I want to frown, by God, I'll do it, and I'll do it damn well! And don't be so freaking cocky to tell me otherwise! Sheesh!
So, yeah, I've absolutely spent 98% of my life (and I'm damn old, so that's a lot of years) being serious. Still, I can laugh with the best of them, especially if I've had a few gin and tonics. No one enjoys a joke more than me or multiple bouts of belly laughs recalling memories with my bestie. Hell, I can even laugh at myself on occasion (I've always heard you might as well laugh with the masses, especially if they're laughing at you!). Still, if I had my druthers, I'd choose seriousness over laughter. I mean, who wouldn't - in all serious earnestness - pick seriousness over laughter when you can contemplate current world affairs, decode the thoughts running rampant in your teenage (alien) daughter's psyche, question your partner's daily (and nightly) activities, or chew on the idea of what your co-worker has been saying about you? Opposed to laughing, this type of attitude is a sure win in my book and pretty much a necessity in this life, too.
It all comes down to the fact that being full of giggles and glee is highly overrated. After all, has anyone proven that laughter is good for the soul? So go ahead....prove me wrong. Until then, I'll just be seriously contemplating the philosophy of life....and what I'll eat for supper.
Negligee
Negligee is the most beautiful word in the English Language to me although the French made the word. Negligee in my mind is spelled wrong yet it looks right and is pronounced awkward. With the two EE's with a hyphen at the end to pronounce AA's, changed its introduction.
Yet, it's a beautiful appearance to a sleepwear outfit to describe the sexy mood of a woman. When she is presented in this awkward word, she is seen as a Beautiful flawless vision of sexual intentions. So I will say it again, Negligee is not only beautifully named, but also beautifully presented in any language, thus being the most perfect word in the English Language.
9/15 // september (i must to survive)
i.
a swelling sadness
growing deep within my chest
(pulling, pressing, pushing)
seeping into everything i
touch
ii.
i should have expected less
(i should have been hurt by less)
i know it’s not your fault
(it feels like it is, though)
why did you keep
pushing, pressing, pulling?
why did you keep
going, even beyond the initial wound?
iii.
why did the disappointment
curdle in my stomach,
grab me by the throat,
twist the knife in my stomach?
iv.
i tried so hard to
not expect, to not
hurt at the absence,
but i did! my silly heart
aches.
my silly heart—expected
too much, wanted
too much, and it aches—
too much.
(WHY COULDN’T I LET IT GO! WHY CAN’T I LET GO?)
v.
it’s
five days until
my birthday. i want to
rip my heart out, set its beating
aches and wants and wishes aside
for the week. i want to let it go,
i want to stop expecting people
to do what they’ll say and
say what they’ll do and
care enough about the
silly, inconsequential date and i
want to just!! stop feeling so awful
about it all.
vi.
can’t i just have a birthday
and have it be nice?
vii.
why am i so sad about this!
i should have expected this!
i shouldn’t be hurt by this!
(five days)
(five days—)
(can my heart)
(just take a break)
(for five days)
viii.
i’m going to love and enjoy and
cherish deeply each day of
september. i’m going to love and
enjoy and cherish deeply each
day of september. whether i like it or
not, i’m going to love and
enjoy and cherish deeply
each day of september. i have to i have to
i have to! i must to survive,
Eternal Dance
Tender bud, Spring births
New soul stirs, fresh hope blooms green
A promise begins
Blazing, Summer's sun
Energetic heat fuels growth
Vitality thrives
Glory fades to Fall
Winds shift, ripe fruits collapse
Preparing for rest
Winter's air descends
Blanketing earth in stillness
Quiet completion
Beneath, recycled
Soil of new life, in death
An eternal dance
And So It Goes
Take a deep breath in
And release a fragile wail
Open your eyes, child
Your knees are ruddy
Voice untroubled by regret
Play and laugh louder
Stand taller, chin up
The world is watching you fail
Eyes front, do better
Your knees don’t work right
You are the last one standing
They have all gone first
The wind whispers “come”
The soil, cool beneath you
Deep breath now. Exhale
Life’s Measure
Deity exhales
Dust spills and breathes a new life
Spinning into light
Joy, love, innocence
Carefree days of youth divine
Mere child’s glimpse of time
Evolving through years
Life’s measure is full and fast
Will it end or last?
Fate takes aim and curves
The years melt away like snow
A sun’s fading glow
Empty cages fill
The haunted halls of our souls
Regret is tenfold