interesting mix i guess
I'm back in Liverpool and everything seems the same,
round and around like a horse on a carousel we go, will I catch up to love? I can never tell
and I am a man, manmanman upup in the air, and I run aroundround this towntowntown and act like i don't care.
and I remember the nights we spent under city lights;
someone should teach you some manners!
cuz if this is what you think is honest, honestly i think I'm gonna freak out.
this is gospel for the fallen ones locked away in permanent slumber
rushing in a small town, I forgot to call you,
we are all stranger creatures than when we all started out as kids; culture forbid.
gimme gimme that love I been waiting for you.
Props To You If You Can Guess Any If The Songs These Are From
It's so crazy right now!
Don't panic
Close your eyes and take my hand.
This is not my home
Got love if that's what you need
Hold on to me as we go.
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale.
Maybe I'm broken
I'm still trying to figure out how to tell you I was wrong
The city streets are empty now the lights don't shine no more.
Spaceman Superhero
he was born from the galaxy
beautiful and bright
his words and heart save me
each day, every night.
he's my superhero;
my best friend.
the one I can always count on
until the very end.
and the stars seem to shine
a little more when he's around.
it makes my heart flop when
he says he's not okay as he sounds.
I wish I could help
but what can I do?
I'd been broken--
until I met you.
Sound and cadence.
Greetings, Prosers!
For our very first Friday Feature, let’s give a warm welcome to this week's guest blogger and your host of the Prosecast, Chad Kimball:
“Projects like this are really the lifeblood of my creative self. I find that many artists are easily distracted and have a harder time sticking to a daily 9 to 5...
“I tend to work when I'm inspired, sometimes to the chagrin of those enforcing deadlines. Projects like this raise my curiosity about humanity and relationships, which, really, is what we are here for; to kind of make sense of it all...or at least try.
“I really love to read works by writers aloud. I'm a stickler for reading only what's on the written page and give it a voice no matter the challenge of the prose.
"....It's kind of a game of sound and cadence.”
When asked if he had any pearls of wisdom to offer those who are interested in pursuing creative careers, he said:
“You've got to relish what you do. You've got to fish for better answers in your work... you've got to understand your deficiencies and virtue and be able to lean in and work through [those things].”
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Chad Kimball is a Tony Award Nominee for Best Actor in a Broadway Musical for creating the role of Huey Calhoun in “Memphis.” He is a six-time Broadway veteran, having appeared in “Into the Woods”, “Lennon”, “Good Vibrations” and “The Civil War.” He has appeared in several Off-Broadway productions including “Murder in the First” and the 2001 revival of “Godspell.” He has performed in concert at the White House for the President of the United States and the First Family. His television appearances include The Good Wife, Good Morning America, The Today Show, among others. He's is a graduate of The Boston Conservatory. For more information please visit: www.chadkimball.com
Check out some of his poetry and prose by following @ballchimwick here. You also can hear the inaugural episode of The Prosecast by searching "TheProseApp" on Soundcloud. Read along with Chad by copying and pasting the following link into your browser: www.theprose.com/p/prosecast.
Last Whispers
I never thought happiness would be a feeling I experienced when I died, but in this moment, it was all I felt. I'd expected to feel cold as the life fleeted from my body. Instead I was met with the warmth of a lover's embrace. Any pain I felt from the knife logged in my abdomen had slipped away, now replaced with the pressure of Grayson's desperate hands. His effort to save me was admirable, but foolish all the same. It was time for goodbyes.
"Grayson ," I whispered faintly. "You can't save me." Gently I rested my hand upon his. His eyes wouldn't meet mine. Instead I saw the despair that was apparent on his face. I pressed my palm firmly against his white knuckles, urging him to look at me. "Please, you've done all you can."
Stubbornly he shook his head and stammered, "No. I-I can still save you. You'll be okay." I could see tears pooling in his eyes. Once in a while one would spill over and cascade down his cheeks, drip from his chin and mix with the blood staining my shirt. "I can..." His words died away before they could reach my ears.
Using more effort than I thought I'd need to, I cupped my fingers below Grayson's chin and tilted his head up to face me. He wore the expression of a broken man. One that had lost everything. The expression shattered my heart to pieces, and tears started to pour over my own lashes. "You've done more than enough for me. You don't need to save me." Grayson broke eye contact, returning his concentration to my wound. "Stop, Please. I don't want to be saved. I just want to be with you." As my words settled in his mind, Grayson's eyes began to soften. Once more our gazes met, and I could see the realization form across his sullen face. He'd now accepted the same fact I had the second the knife pierced my skin. Death was taking me, and there was no way to stop him.
Gingerly, Grayson removed his hands from the knife in my stomach and wrapped them around my shoulders, pulling me into him. "This isn't how it's supposed to work," Grayson's voice quivered as he whispered into my hair. "You aren't supposed to be the one to save me." I leaned my head into his chest, closing my eyes and welcoming his warmth. "You shouldn't have to die to protect me."
"It's okay," I said with a smile. "You're worth it." Slowly, my limbs began to feel weaker, strength leaving me with every passing second. For a brief moment, fear sunk into my bones. I was dying, and I was afraid. So I focused my attention to the feeling of Grayson's strong arms enveloping me. His heat seeping through his clothes and melting every part of me.
"I'm sorry I couldn't save you, Ava." Grayson's whisper was barely audible. I opened my eyes and locked them with the pair that had been peering down at me.
"Don't apologize, Gray." My voice sounded frail and shaky, an accurate representation of how I had felt. "To die in the arms of the man I love is more than I could ever ask for."
No longer able to keep them open, my eyes fell shut. I breathed him in and sighed in relief. Softly, Grayson's lips had been pressed to my forehead. It was the last thing I felt before.....