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Complaint Box
This constant state to recreate
Dominates the majority
Of the human race.
But perhaps this is the way,
This constant striving, trying, reaching...
To just be,
That is the blissful way, yes,
And it holds sometimes, for a bit.
In my pangs of want,
I'll think, maybe I could do it better.
Make me better.
But I like surprises.
And I'm waiting to see
What I'll become.
Extraordinarily Grateful
When you said
“Sometimes I go there
only to look for you”
It surprised me and made me feel
unbelievably good
But perhaps a little skeptical too
That the presence (or absence)
of someone as ordinary as myself
would ever be noted
by someone as extraordinary as you
But as time went on
I learned that
though you are blunt
deceit is not your way
So I want you to know
that because you took the time
to share something so simple
It has made all the difference
in how I view myself
even to this day
Thank you
Episode 53: The Flesh of Pigs
Mariah closes out what area_man opens, while anchored in the middle beetween is something from ModernAntigone that can only be described with words like addictive, gorgeous, seasoned... Just like the piece before and the piece after. From the finest dining to feed the arts, to the light blocked and two litanies of sorrowful flavor so deliciously dark and told with iron breath, to the sweet song of what has died on the vine, number 53 on Prose. Radio features three writers with something beautiful to say, no matter how we slice it
Here's the link to Prose. Radio.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpGJ5qRys8Q
And here are the featured pieces.
https://www.theprose.com/post/822012/blocking-the-light https://www.theprose.com/post/819551/litany-i-ii https://www.theprose.com/post/811664/loves-death
And.
As always.
Thank you for being here.
-The Prose. team
Often
I do still think of you
Even though it's been so long
I think of all the pain I caused
And how I did you wrong
I wish so much to do it over
Take back your hurt inside
But it's too late for that
I shine now in another's night sky
But I do still think of you
During rain from skies of gray
I’ll forever be your falling star
Who somehow lost her way
Inspired by:
https://www.theprose.com/post/821797/do-you-ever-think-of-me