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Words are the one thing that can create and destroy at the same time. Choose wisely
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We write. We like. We comment. We create poetry. We share. We post challenges. Why? 50 words or less.
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DeAnn

Anonymous

I always find myself back here when my world is in shambles

The words I can't find to share, etched to my heart, leak through my fingers into the keyboard and onto the page

Why?

The numbness slowly fades, and my secrets only shared with people I will never see

Challenge
Broken Pieces
"A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended." (Ian McEwan) Prose or poetry.
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Autophobia

I didn't truly know what alone felt like

Until I had no one to come home to

Her collar hung on my wall planner,

taunting me with the lack of a body attached to it.

The "I love you" as I walk out the door

escaping my lips to an empty room.

The smell of her dissipating day by day

as air fresheners slowly overwhelm the apartment.

An empty room.

Empty room.

Empty.

You always know this day will come,

but never expect it to arrive so soon.

The tears don't stop,

they run

on and on and on and on.

The empty bed

The empty couch

the empty kennel

the empty collar.

You're never ready,

but the day does come.

She does leave.

Now, whether we face the day or lay in bed forever,

that's determined day by day.

There's no one to turn to,

no one to sleep with

no fur to cry into after a bad day.

And eventually this may pass,

or the pain will get smaller

as the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years, decades go on

but that doesn't change the hesitation I have

anytime I open my apartment door.

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Conquer or Concur
poetry or prose on the handling of fear(s)
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DeAnn in Words

Autophobia

I didn't truly know what alone felt like

Until I had no one to come home to

Her collar hung on my wall planner,

taunting me with the lack of a body attached to it.

The "I love you" as I walk out the door

escaping my lips to an empty room.

The smell of her dissipating day by day

as air fresheners slowly overwhelm the apartment.

An empty room.

Empty room.

Empty.

You always know this day will come,

but never expect it to arrive so soon.

The tears don't stop,

they run

on and on and on and on.

The empty bed

The empty couch

the empty kennel

the empty collar.

You're never ready,

but the day does come.

She does leave.

Now, whether we face the day or lay in bed forever,

that's determined day by day.

There's no one to turn to,

no one to sleep with

no fur to cry into after a bad day.

And eventually this may pass,

or the pain will get smaller

as the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years, decades go on

but that doesn't change the hesitation I have

anytime I open my apartment door.

Challenge
25 Words of the Holidays
In the spirit of the Holidays and for every day in Dec leading up to Christmas, you have 25 words to get your spirit on in any way you'd like. Make each one Count. Must be 25, No More, No Less. All genres are welcome in any style. Tag me in the Comments and I will read and comment on each piece. No guarantees of likes and/or RP and I'll be picking the winner. NO AI WRITING ALLOWED. Happy Writing Snowflakes!
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DeAnn

together

As the snow falls, I look to my love,

the sky, as she bestows upon me

the joy of oneness with nature.

She cries, too.

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The Comforter
(: Comfort someone who doesn't feel well in a micro poem. Fifty words or less. Best decided by most hearts, no need to tag, unless you want to, I will comment. Thank you in advance :)
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DeAnn in Micropoetry

Ready

You don't need my words.

You don't want them, either.

I get it.

So, I'll just sit with you,

arm against arm,

leg against leg,

and wait for you to be ready

to accept the love I have to offer you.

Because I'll always wait for you.

Challenge
To Whom it May Concern...
Write a letter to whom it may concern, but please begin with the line, "Dear Reader, I wish I could tell you that you're going to survive this." Interpret this as you will - maybe it's a letter telling of the horrific circumstances the reader has found themselves in that the writer has experienced before them, or maybe a somber and dramatic letter of understanding concerning one's mental health. Whatever you can come up with!
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DeAnn

Hope

Dear Reader,

I wish I could tell you that you're going to survive this. I wish I could tell you that the memories fade, and that things get easier over time.

It doesn't .

At least, not on your timeline. Not when you want it to be.

Because as soon as you think you're better, something reminds you of them. An eyebrow. A blue flannel. A mischievous glint in someone's eye. Hell, even a playground or a gust of wind. And then you're back in the abyss of torment.

What I can say, though, is there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I don't know what yours is, but you have to find it. You need to keep up hope that things can get better, and that people are not monsters that turn on you any chance you get. I've had my fair share, certainly, and the dark is so, so dark.

You are needed. And loved. Your power is necessary in this life. Especially if there isn't another one. So please, keep fighting.

If not for you, then for me.

With all the light I can bestow upon you,

Your teacher

Challenge
"There But Not Around"
"There But Not Around" can be a friend, family member or even yourself. Write a prose or a poem about someone who is still in you life but not being active (emotionally/mentally/physically/spiritually) in it for whatever reason. Good luck for the winner!
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DeAnn in Poetry & Free Verse

Google it.

I searched your name in google again, just to see what you're up to.

Your hair grew. A lot. It doesn't look great.

I had a dream about you again, asking to rekindle us. To forgive you and start anew. It's been a while since I had one of those dreams, the ones where they're so much better than reality itself. Waking up shaking and crying, yelling at god or the universe or anyone who will listen.

But I'm learning to let go. I'm healing from you.

I'm letting people get close to me. Physically and mentally.

I'm letting people tell me they love me again.

I'm letting myself try again. Try anew. Try to love.

Let my heart be ripped in two.

It's funny. Because even though you're living the life we dreamed, I'm still glad I'm not you.

Challenge
One More Day
Anyone who has lost someone has probably had the thought -- if only I had one more day with them. If your wish were granted, what would you do?
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DeAnn

You.

If I just had one more day.

I wouldn't be able to live with myself, knowing you'd be gone the next.

Knowing of your impending doom,

I would place myself on the sword with you.

We were supposed to stay alive together.

We were supposed to live for each other.

If you came back today,

I would scream at you.

I would ask all the questions you wouldn't want to be asked,

you shedding tears and begging for my forgiveness.

But.

I would embrace you. I wouldn't be able to get my tears to stop.

I would hold you, so close.

I would send all my love through me into you,

give you my love,

my joy,

my essence,

my very own life.

I would give it all for you to be here,

to see your smile again. To laugh with you. To talk about trees and singing and life.

To ask each other the questions no one wants to ask.

but.

If you came back for one more day,

I wouldn't be able to go on.

I couldn't live, knowing you wouldn't be here.

I had to grow so much since you left, I'm not, nor ever will, be the same.

All because of you.

Challenge
You
What do you want people to feel when they see your art?
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DeAnn in Stream of Consciousness

my art?

Scrolling through the site

and seeing what i write,

sitting in the crowd

and watching actors be loud and proud,

walking through the park

and noticing my art,

the biggest thing I'd love

more than anything above

is to feel understanding

and hate disbanding.

the heart-strings tugged

as my art pulls you in and you're drugged

acceptance and love

is what i want you to think of

and feel deep inside

with a strong sense of pride.

and, like me,

have a deep moment of reminder that

life is

truly

worth living

Challenge
For the Love of Dog
Tell me all about your beloved pooch. What's their name? What kind of dog are they? What's their personality like? Feel free to share a story about them. Maybe something funny they did one time, or maybe about their resilience, or how they've helped you in life. Please tag me. I want to read all about them.
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DeAnn in Nonfiction

Natasha

Oh my GOODNESS!

Okay, so my dog's name is Natasha! She is an American Staffordshire Terrier (cousin to the pitbull, looks like a pitbull but with a black nose, thinner face, and less muscular/stocky). Natasha is knee-height, has short black fur everywhere except her tummy and paws, and right now she's a little chubby :)

Natasha just turned 12 this past March, and she is an ABSOLUTE cat. She likes her personal space unless she comes up to you for love. And if you call for her she will give you the side-eye, give a little "harumph", then get up and slowly saunter over.

However, when she chooses to be cuddly she is an absolute sweetheart. She'll act like a shark and run circles around the table to then side-swipe you when you're not ready.

Natasha has been in my life for half of my existence. I was there when she was born, and we have been side-by-side ever since. Through every parent argument, every trial, every situation I've found myself in, she has been there for me. I can't count the tears I've cried on her fur, the conversations I've had with her that I expect her to answer, and all the journeys we've had. I also honestly wouldn't be alive today if it wasn't for her love and companionship.

Natasha is my best friend. I love her so, so much.

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