Need anything? Email info@theprose.com! 

Refer a non-Prose. writer to join Prose. Black Pill, email proof and we will send each of you $10!

PostsChallengesPortalsAuthorsBooks
Sign Up
Log In
Posts
Challenges
Portals
Authors
Books
beta
Sign Up
Log In
Search
Profile avatar image for Rosei
Rosei

[Untitled]

Listening to the right music can bring you to a new place, well writing brings me to a new world, it keeps my demons at bay. Over the summer of 2017 at Forman summer program I realized that I was depleted.

I realized that I was a

hoarder

of emotions

And

self-loathing.

I realized writing was my release from the world.

I sat by the window,

the seat by the fireplace,

never used,

never touched,

the window seat with the cushion

and the view of the graduation tree

and the green,

the picnic bench and the kids playing.

I sat there and wrote for house

on hours.

I guess you could say

I’m scared

of the outside world

that’s why you always see me inside,

I guess you could say

I’m scared of being on the outside

that’s why you always see me inside,

outside of everything.

I'm choking.

Writing is my release from the world

it helps me see that nothing bad is truly bad and everything bad can be warped and bent into something good.

I never felt the same when I picked up my first black composition book

I took it and my world changed,

clung to it as you cling to air when you learn to swim,

like you cling to hope

and then I tied my hair,

I tied my hair back into a ponytail and I got to work

I broke my pen on the pages,

broke my heart out onto the paper that was laid out in front of me.

I lost all sense of time and space and wrote and wrote and wrote.

I wrote.

“I have these voices in my brain and I created them and I hate them but I asked them to stay.”

(Hotel Books, Wooden Floorboards)

I ASKED THEM TO STAY,

I asked them to stay,

They give me inspiration

And

hope

and

reason

to keep writing,

and that’s something

I hope never goes away.

“It’s funny how artistic we become when our hearts are broken,”

(Hotel Books, I always thought I would be okay)

I don't write to bring sadness

or a feeling of loneliness

I write so people can relate

and understand their feelings

and not feel so al-one in this world.

I write so we can raise our hands together

shed our fears and scream

IM HERE AND I EXIST.

I wrote this to tell to you about my life

, and that’s exactly

what i

Did

And

Intend

To

Do

With

The rest of my life

You have read your one article for the month.
Sign up for Prose. to read an extra article for free.
I am 21 years or older.