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heythererose
teen writer. screaming into a void. joined july 9th 2020
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LovelyNB
• 47 reads

Right After You Leave

I am reminded of how I never want to go back to a time where you don’t exist, and my heart isn’t smiling like it is.

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beautiful
tag me so that i can see your entries:D @Sadwinistic
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Moonsinger128
• 20 reads

artificial

no amount of mascara

can disguise

the tears that have been shed

because of a broken heart

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Helpful Tips.
Let us in on a few helpful tips that your unique set of experiences has taught you. Doesn't have to be about anything existential. Could be tips on rabbit grooming, hammering nails, saving coconut crabs, pitching tents, picking apricots....etc, etc. Whatever tasty little morsel of wisdom you can share with the potential new-recruits. (but if you're making it up, make it obvious. After all, you'd hate to have unfashionable bunnies, broken thumbs, dead crabs, unsheltered campers or under-ripe apricots on your conscience....)
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TW
• 156 reads

10 to 1

I’m a compulsive writer lately, but I set one rule for myself on Prose: For every post you make, go read at least ten more.

Since I tend to average now about one to three posts a day (yeah, I’m slightly stressed/bored lately - go figure) that equals at least ten to thirty posts a day, roughly.

Because I think reading makes you a better writer, just like listening makes you a better speaker. I just have to set rules to help myself remember so I don’t fall into my own trap of blathering/typing on like an idiot.

I do not always like the posts I read; I only like things I actually like.

I also do not expect anyone to thank me for liking/reposting their posts, because I believe their post earned it.

But I don’t always thank everyone who likes/reposts my posts, for the simple reason that a) I don’t want to create an un-ending cycle of obligatory thanking comments b) I’d rather spend more time going through more posts. [insert credit to rlove327] Particularly the posts of someone who has taken the time to read mine. A notification that someone has liked my post feels more worthwhile to me, so if I can give someone else that honor I feel like that's better than just saying thanks.

That and I hate tagging, I always type too fast and make typos, then realize it and can’t go back and edit my damn comment/tags, then fume over how long it takes to tag things. I’m still not convinced there’s not a better way than tagging to get through online life, but I may just be too old/grumpy to accept the new ways.

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saudade
• 84 reads

history obliterates

imagine history in a paint-splattered apron, drawing up plans for the next decade. how does she get that vibrant red? perhaps she mixes crimson with a dash of purple [or maybe she pricks life's fingers and smears the blood into her timeline].

scrub-blue swathes of fabric wrap tearaway calendars and tie them with a bow. some say life is beautiful and i picture her dancing in meadows, foxgloves tucked behind her ear. however, i think i prefer death, lurking in the shadows, nature's equilizer. life draws out suffering, but death removes it with a merciful hand. i kiss my index finger and rub it against the doorframe, waiting. life hand-picks her privledged children and leaves the rest to play in the mud, while death sweeps them all up into her arms, caressing them before setting them free.

because death doesn't discriminate, but life sure does.

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Dmoral in A Writer's Path
• 109 reads

zealous daughter of an american dream

i am the child to the sea of recollection / where the waves raised me through / their harsh means, / but no one masters / the art of / swimming without / learning the fear / of drowning. and / the wet sand / rashing between my toes / versed me the concept of / creativity, / how anything could be / whatever i wanted it to be / as longed as i attracted / the right vibes and personalities. as for / the shells of purity, (with a / vintage feeling for those / who lived by them so long / only to leave), / they taught me the / importance of collecting things / that helped create me, so when / i need a good memory / i could run my fingers over them freely, / and a youthful simplicity would wash over me. / so / even when / i leave her / i know / she'll remember / me / cause darling, / water has / memory / . /

i am the little girl of a patriotic country where / brothers fought each other / repeatedly /  in the years when we / were trying to learn what color / our nation bleeds. it took / decades for us to / figure enough of ourselves out / and be where we be / and though it isn't / all that pretty / nothing is created ever so / easily. and though / it hurts when / they ask me for my / ethnicity and cultural / identity on those / during overrated testing / i make my own box / and write / american & free, / proudly / since i'm everything that / ever could be and / that's because of this country / where immigrants carved their names into / creating homes where / their bodies fell from the overwhelming / freedom from the / captivity, the reason / why, they had / to leave / . /

i am the daughter of dangerous streets / where gangs roamed freely / but passed by our house tenderly / respecting the hard-working (adoptive) father / and lovely wife with / they have 5 littles / they try and feed well. / and every other rain storm / we find ourselves among the / soaked and empty streets / clinging to our neighbor's / boogie boards (which we stole / back in '13) and run with bare feet / just to jump at the / last minute and pray / the gutter guides us / nicely. so yes, / i know my home is / in that overpopulated city / just outside the / borders of poverty where / i grew up eating 'thankful's and dreaming of / other realities. and though / some ask me if / i would change anything, my answer / is all that happened, made / me / me, why would / i want it to be any differently? / . /

i am the baby born from two separate parties / a mother with sickly pale skin that / looked dry at age 19 when / she birthed a beautiful light-skinned baby / with a midnight father who left / through the shadows / the minute he heard of a pregnancy. yes, / that part of my story / isn't that pretty / but / it's the origin that i bleed / when people ask me for / a definition of family. / yet, i also explain / to them, other people part of / my company, those who / grew up loving me / tenderly; / 'cause, i am a / mosaic of people's loving, with bones / that rattle words worth / speaking and a writer / is what they'll one day / call me, / even if the / apple doesn't fall far / from the tree / i was replanted in a new / tree gallery of those / who could be / . /

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Submit your Prose bio. You cannot change it just for this challenge lol.
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EvelynDawn
• 51 reads

My Current Bio

Sometimes talking to yourself is the only way to get the world to hear you.

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darknight
• 33 reads

making a post addressing the community because i can and also because i’m still bitter over what happened

tfw you get a new sketchbook and you wanna decorate it but you're scared you're gonna mess up and have to look at the bad drawing/painting every time you wanna use your sketchbook

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Covid 19
So I know it feels tiring, talking about corona, when that's all anyone has to talk about anymore. I just want a poem or prose about life in quarantine or anything else relating to the pandemic. I'm looking for artistic representations, not a bunch of statistics, so be creative and have fun with it! Also please tag me! :)
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Moonsinger128
• 63 reads

zoom

zoom.

it's all

on zoom

now.

those tiny

snatches of

video,

an unauthentic

slice of

somebody else's

life.

pixelated

glitchy

frames,

unblinking

staring

faces.

and the

echo,

the cursed

echo-

it comes out

of nowhere

courtesy

of someone's

bad internet

connection-

but i mean,

who doesn't

have bad

connection

these

days?

and then,

there's those

people,

with their

mic

and video

off.

they're

obviously

watching

YouTube.

so why the heck

are they even

here?

a chat

spiralling

out of control,

getting political.

is anyone

even paying

attention?

it's all

so

chaotic.

zoom.

a beautiful

tragedy

born

from

corona.

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Adin
• 30 reads

Mother

She carved out her soul for you.

×∞ Adin

24 July 2020

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Adin
• 41 reads

Poor Shielding Effect

He incinerated her wall of insecurity.

Later.... the ashes burned her.

×∞ Adin

24 July 2020

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