Go.
From womb to tomb let me presume that the Loon's droppin a tune so I'm obliged to consume, the nectar of the mind inspector, hand-selecting divine rhymes like a Mayan soul collector, no pressure, the cap's been unscrewed by the dude in the nude, skip the interlude, any sort of pause is cause to draw the last straw with a fast paw. The last clause said Santa dances to chances, ignoring the past laws, of time and space, we pace to erase the chase, that seems to be the case, read it on my face. Running the human race one genome at a time, here comes hero to unwind our parking fines and comforting lies, cutting ties with the disguise we plaster over our eyes, dark lenses erecting fences over the senses, the suspense is held in endless tenses. Just futuristic mystic chirping with specific crickets, finding golden tickets in rotten tid-bits. Philosophizing crossing the lost horizons of Zion. Jwiggy, wigglin words, like a twirler of twisted verbs, provoking lyrical Heimlichs on those chokin from silence.
Cue the Crusade.
Dearest writers and readers,
We meet again! Let us begin with a few elemental developments designed to rock the proverbial house...
(Have you downloaded the latest version from the App Store?)
We're working our synapses off to ensure that each update improves your overall experience on Prose. This is your home. That means cleaning up, creating ambience, and cultivating sanctuary.
Here's what's new on the mobile app:
- Aesthetic improvements
- Profile bios: You can now add and edit additional information on your user page!
- Tag fellow users in comments and challenges.
- Various "bug" fixes
ANNOUNCEMENTS.
The web app writing feature is fully functional. Visit www.theprose.com to compose and publish Prose. from your PC, then read and edit it on your mobile device!
Soon you'll have access to the full array of features on your desktop including challenges, optimized searches, sharing tools and more.
FROM OUR USERS.
Many of you have contacted us with excellent suggestions and ideas for future updates. For that we are grateful! We will continue to take your feedback into consideration as our intention is to ensure that this literary community is meeting your needs as a writer and reader. Send us a direct message in the app or email info@theprose.com anytime with your thoughts!
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My Moon
Ocean deep eyes
Pulling the tides of my soul
Towards a magnetic embrace.
The yin to my yang,
She loves me with
Warm hands kindled by
A burning heart,
Each touch inspiring
Sparks of poetic desire.
Each kiss,
Requires angelic choirs.
She smells like
The Cascadian dawn.
A sauna of
Mystical flowers,
She empowers
My highest vibration.
Channeling waves of
Pure elation
Through divinely
curved manifestation.
Her breeze dances through
My grasping branches.
Cradling my advances,
In a templ of
Feminine enchantment.
