Prose Member Meeting
Hip Hip Hooray,
Here comes the best story ever!
We all will meet, we all will write,
Once we get together!
Some are typing, some are writing,
but some of us are blocked
Twirling pencils in their hand,
trying to unlock the fog.
Some stories are so funny,
and some of them are not.
and some of them are scary,
we like all of them a lot!
We wake the city up
by sharing all the news
we even write the music
and that includes the blues!
IRL Prose Meet UP 2024?
A gathering of Proser is a concept that brings Reaper much gladness. Especially after the recent resurgence of a challenges depicting a gathering in the proseverse. (Reaper’s all time favorite proseverse story was the Prose University though Reaper can’t recall who wrote it. It was several years ago) As IRL meetings often go Reaper is sure that there will be the typical “Wow your actually really cute!” Or “I thought you were taller,” or “Ha ha! Figures you would wear that shirt, that’s just like you!” “Your voice is different than I imagined,” “ I always thought you were an old man!?” And so on.
As Reaper has spent a good number of years on Prose one thing that Reaper values more about Prose than any other online community it that it actually feels like just that, a community. If you have ever been anywhere on the internet then you are well aware that many online areas are places where people tear each other down without reason. Engage in vicious arguments with no purpose, and take free shots at vulnerable individuals then flee back into cyber space. Its ugly, it’s discouraging, it’s relentless and disgusting, it is cowardly, its insensitive, inconsiderate, judgmental, and the list goes on and on. This degenerate image is what typically comes to mind when people think of an online community and if you have been on Prose more than 5min you’d see that it is the opposite of that.
Here we share some of our most vulnerable thoughts and deepest desires. We share our aspirations dreams and goals. We discuss our brightest ideas, or must outlandish in some cases and trust each other with our babies. We collaborate with people with nothing to gain but perhaps a kind word and a smile we’ll never see. We lift each other up for no other reason than because we want to. We engage in fierce competition with one another then afterwards hold hands singing the praises of the victor with an earnestness that‘s near otherworldly.
In all Reaper’s time as a proser Reaper can only recall one semi heated argument (maybe a 4 out of 10) That Reaper and a fellow senior proser squashed before it got out of hand. But all and all Prose has been the epitome of what a positive community should be. So if we were to come together in person along with the typical IRL shock Reaper is sure there will be lots of long overdue hugging and smiling. Lots of squeals of excitement. A lot of congratulations and pats on the back. There would be heartfelt thank you’s for those who believed or reached out when no one else did. There will be tears Reaper is sure. Lots of overwhelming emotions from feelings that could not be conveyed from behind a screen. There would be laughing from inside jokes and outside jokes alike. There would likely be someone offering to by drinks for all their buddies anteing up from a long forgotten bet. There would be many eager to hear the latest story be it fact fiction or update from a previous situation. There would be the excitement of promising new collaborations budding and brewing from the sea of gathered creative’s. And there would be joy because for a lot of us we have such a strong connection that it feels more like reuniting with family after a long time than it does a 1st meeting.
If someone out their more intelligent, patient, and organized than Reaper ever wants to make this a real thing Reaper is all for it! Reaper can be anywhere at almost any time but one of his absolute favorite places to be is right here with all of you! Cheers to you all wherever you are and wherever and whenever we should meet!
Wink I Stink Eye
At first glance. I knew there wasn’t a chance. I would go on, and never give it another thought. In the blink of the eye that you caught. We already had a story past. (Wink Wink) As I daydream more often than I do not. In no time at all a whole affair, I would plot. The length of which only being cut short. If something more interesting, I imagine, enticed me into instead connecting those dots.
I know what you’re thinking. And where your thoughts, take you when your mind is not otherwise engaged. In more critical ways. (Wink Wink) Those dreams of grandeur we all entertain. Devoid of the failures that have left our realities stained. You got a pay to play it no longer pains me to say. Comes with the territory. Storytellers explore paradise and purgatory. One can’t be ignored.
We are not so different you and I. You’re not the first and you won’t be the last to fall for, or tell any number of lies. I’ve been your age. Took the same pages. Out of the same book. Fell for the same traps. And was left wearing a similar look. Jaw on the floor. Surprised and feeling like a total rook.
We are all at times consumed by thoughts, lustful, loving, lurid, hateful, thoughtful, and/or loathsome, etc. etc. But only admit to having had a smattering of the most pedestrian. Shaking off anyone suggesting going into any length describing the darkest. Thoughts considered so outrageous and shameful. We‘d never allow ourselves to be heard speaking of such out loud. Afraid they’d be attached to forever thereafter.
So we’ve come to recognize an awkward wink. As all on need do to describe. An innumerable number of embarrassing and unspeakable thoughts. Because all that wink is said to define. Is just as easily denied. (Wink) Says it all in the awkward blink of an eye.
Whispered Verses: A Confluence of Prosers
In a realm where words hold sway,
Where poets weave dreams in elegant array,
Imagine a gathering, where Prosers unite,
Bathed in the moon's soft, ethereal light.
They gather, souls adorned with ink,
Breathing tales and rhymes, a symphony to think,
Their minds, like gardens, lush and wild,
With metaphors blooming, emotions compiled.
Some wield sonnets, polished and refined,
Their verses a dance, rhythm intertwined,
While others embrace free verse's embrace,
With words unbounded, their thoughts take chase.
The air vibrates with linguistic might,
As ideas collide, and passions ignite,
Each poet brings a unique melody,
A tapestry woven with creative decree.
There, a wordsmith paints images with verse,
With colors unseen, the world they immerse,
The vivid strokes of their pen's creation,
Capture hearts, stir souls, in endless elation.
A balladeer strums a lyrical chord,
Serenading the gathering, voices adored,
With melodies forged from love and despair,
Their voice, a balm, a respite from the wear.
Haiku poets whisper nature's grace,
With brevity, they capture its fleeting embrace,
Three lines, a moment, a snapshot in time,
Revealing the beauty that words can't confine.
And in this meet of Prosers rare,
Boundaries blur, as they deeply share,
Their stories, hopes, and secrets concealed,
In sacred verses, silently revealed.
They find solace within this enchanted space,
Where words can heal, hearts find solace,
United by language, their souls intertwined,
A tapestry of dreams, so divinely aligned.
So, let us imagine this gathering so grand,
Where Prosers entwine, hand in hand,
In a world of poetry, their spirits ascend,
A symposium of words, that shall never end.
Asteroids & Meteors
Bombastic Iconoclastic
it would be
most obviously a
collision of stars
...if we'd read
each other
in the past
we'd reread
our old reactions
in each other's
eyes and in
those written of
laugh lines...
We'd be startled
and shook
...some of us
would standup
awestruck and
others would
talk nonstop
to fill us in
on all that lies
beneath
...the verse
and uniform
typography that
disguises personality
of penmanship
on the internet...
it'd be strange
yet familiar
to see us as
usernames
and avatars
in the flesh...
then we'd settle
down in recovery
on the floor
with pen or
pencil and
scribe some
more...
cause we're
Proseaholics
in real life.
Just imagine poem challenge @Ryzaklin
05.30.2023
