Wandering the breezes

Lost in the cerulean

Blonde hair bed head sleaze

Sunbeam's spit spattered on green

I spill secrets with the wind

And swim with the tall grasses

Sleeping where life is skinned

Through the cracks and the brasses

Yellow tainted hands

Hand me to mother

Tooth-gap smiles and

a bouquet- make another

Blow me

Braid me

Brew me

Kill me

Now you grow to call me "weed"

A salute of the slums

Wild thug of the treed

A white picket criminal glum

I am the garden's villain

The sunny overkill

Living is my sin

Trespasser on the hill

Am I not enough

When did I become but a seed

You mow me out like scruff

I pray ask, do I not bleed

My white tears spill up to the blue

A forgotten flower by you

I'm an absolute music addict so there's no way I can have a singular favourite. Instead, I decided to choose a song from my fav album + singer!!

Brooklyn Baby - Lana Del Rey

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T5xcnjAG8pE

Lyrics:

[Intro]

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

[Verse 1]

They say I'm too young to love you

I don't know what I need

They think I don't understand

The freedom land of the seventies

I think I'm too cool to know ya

You say I'm like the ice, I freeze

I'm churning out novels like

Beat poetry on amphetamines

[Pre-Chorus]

I say

I say

[Chorus]

Well, my boyfriend's in a band

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I've got feathers in my hair

I get down to Beat poetry

And my jazz collection's rare

I can play most anything

I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

[Post-Chorus]

Da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-ya-da

Pa-da-da-da-da-da-da

[Verse 2]

They say I'm too young to love you

They say I'm too dumb to sing

They judge me like a picture book

By the colors, like they forgot to read

I think we're like fire and water

I think we're like the wind and sea

You're burning up, I'm cooling down

You're up, I'm down

You're blind, I see

[Pre-Chorus]

But I'm free, ooh

I'm free

[Chorus]

Well, my boyfriend's in a band

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I've got feathers in my hair

I get down to Beat poetry

And my jazz collection's rare

I can play most anything

I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

[Bridge]

I'm talking 'bout my generation

I'm talking 'bout my newer nation

And if you don't like it, you can beat it

Beat it, baby

You never liked the way I said it

If you don't get it, then forget

'Cause I don't have to fucking explain it

[Chorus]

And my boyfriend's in a band

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I've got feathers in my hair

I get high on hydroponic weed

And my jazz collection's rare

I get down to Beat poetry

I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

[Post-Chorus]

Pa-da-pa-pa, pa-de-da

Te-de-de, da-da-ah

Ooh, oh, woah-ah

[Chorus]

Yeah, my boyfriend's pretty cool

But he's not as cool as me

'Cause I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

[Outro]

Pa-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da, baby

Ah-ta-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da, baby

Pa-da-da-da-da-da

Pa-pa-da-pa-da, yeah

Yeah, yeah

My spotify account:

https://open.spotify.com/user/xu99nvqhuzyh5dfd2ztrdvrei?si=41d44ae4a35f4001

Everything depends on what I do with this blade. I could sink it into the skin and let it all end, here and now. But a tiger is always replaced by a lion. Or should I let a murderer live? I can’t just let him walk away with what he has done, but then again, I am just a barber, doing my job. I am not a murderer.

My hand passes over his chin. It is clean, soft and healthy. I plunge the sharp blade into the basin on the shelf. The warm soap, foaming at my wrist. He gets up and walks over to the counter.

“How much do I owe you”, he asks.

“No charge, Sir”, I reply. I will not take money, gained through service to butchery from this man. My pockets shall remain clean. I shall not shake his hand nor smile at my work. My duty is done.

He smiles and walks towards the door. Opening it, he lets a clawing, musty breeze into the shop. Warm saliva bubbles up my throat and I feel my breath catch deep within. He was so close and I let him go. The door swings shut and I am alone.

Hello, Writers and Dear Readers.

On the channel today, we feature a tie for first in last week's challenge, and announce Challenge of the Week CCXXIX, which is linked just below this small paragraph, which will technically consist of four lines, because four lines just adds up on this hot and bright summer Thursday. Hope you sexy-minded beasts are keeping cool.

Number 229: https://theprose.com/challenge/14099

Channel link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6baahLzdXPY

And.

As always.

-Thank you for being here.

The Prose. team

Inspired by Robert Frost's Spring Pools

These stars that, though in darkness, still shine bright

Upon the ocean waves that crash down with a fright,

And like the world beneath them, ever so changing,

Will like the world beneath them remain incomplete,

And together remain ever so longing,

Though the two may never meet

The seas that have it in each curled wave

To flood the world and cleanse the grave

Let them think again before they raise their scars

To judge these sinful sparks of life this day

This heavenly earth and these earthly stars

Blessed by the kiss of the wind only yesterday

It starts with Supergirl

Flying to get us when we are sick

She slays the villainous cold with ice cream and kisses.

As time goes on, she becomes Wonder Woman

Carrying all the school books and bags

The shopping hanging from the tips of her fingers.

Wonder Woman transforms into Cruella De Vil

Stopping us from seeing friends because we "have" to study

Nothing can halt her rampage.

Cruella De Vil turns into Batwoman

The one you call in tears after a tough exam

The one you look forward to seeing when going home

The one whose cooking you miss.

Then comes Black Widow

Both good and evil

The one you know will understand

when you become Supergirl.

Tossing and turning throughout the night,

we knew that something wasn't quite right.

The mosquitoes were flapping their weary wings.

The sky was the color of dirty string.

A thunderstorm was supposed to be rolling in.

We felt like we'd been trapped inside our skin.

The air was so hot, it hurt to breathe.

There was nothing we could do that would relieve

the particular combo of humid heat

that started that day with no relief.

When the power went off, we threw up our hands

feeling like we didn't understand.

The weathermen later informed us that

a "heat burst" had almost knocked us flat.

We didn't know then and we don't know now

what they mean by that new term anyhow.

Suffice it to say that the climate we feel

eventually is going to truly reveal

how each of the beings upon this earth

contributes their deepest inner worth.

We finally arose at five in the morning.

Exhausted and damp, we read the warnings

that excessive heat would follow for days.

So we took cool showers and went on our ways.

glass fingers

worm-wood toes

and a torso

of silver metal

all cold

.

dried leaves

crinkle like crows

summer tongue

thick with

prose

.

aching head

crowned

with bones

rumbling

floorboard

no one owns

.

cylindrical lies

picket fence rows

bloody sermon

empty paper

folds

.

wrapped in night silk

jewel eyes glinting

from beneath heavy brows

prowling the shadows in

between pages, lingering

between lines to someone

else's lovesick dialogue

soaking in the letters

and standing among

dog-eared stories, stalking

the world for more

more

letting myself take it,

digging my fingers into

the words like they're flesh,

like i can rip them from the paper

consume them

just become them

if only i could flatten myself

into a heart-shaped sheet

and tuck myself safely amidst

the flowery writing

, but,

i can't be confined to the parchment

which might be why i

was washed away into

the midnight sky

originally posted 2/25/21

crying in the shower

eyes bloodshot red

i wish it was from weed

but alas, too many tears were shed

i'll leave it alone

and suffer in silence

all the emotions in my head

seem to come out violent

emotions in my hand

like the knife of a killer

the real me it seems

someone has killed her

so take me as a friend

and nothing more im sure

the last 3 months

have been nothing but a blur

i wont tell you ever

lets keep this in between

cuz your the only one on this earth

i just cant seem to read