Take me back to Kernow where the locals drink brown ale,

Take me back to Mousehole, let me walk among the shale,

Marazion calls me and I cannot let her be,

Take me back to Kernow to my friends down by the sea,

Take me to Saint Michaels Mount, I need to breath the air,

I'll not rest until I see the coves again down there,

Take me down to Smugglers Bay and pack my Hoggie sweet,

Take me back to Kernow to those old close cobbled streets.

Kernow.............Cornwall, England

Mousehole........Pron Mows-ell, a beautiful olde worlde fishing town.

Marazion...........Cornish town

Hoggie..............Home made pastry with stew at one end and dessert at the other. Made lovingly by the good wives for their fishermen husbands.

There's a wonderful day that comes every year,

A time when everyone can hoot and cheer,

This day is always full of fun and folly,

That we don't sleep the night before fully,

But when it is over we shall slumber,

Like a pile of dogs and lumber.

Can you guess when it is?

It's a day for you and only you,

Where the candy crunches and the sodas fizz,

It's your birthday! Woo!

instrumentally attuning attentions

to the going phraseology

seeking out salutations

watching for responses

variously veering

as I receive various degrees

of everyday social weather.

Tomorrow is my third

Therapy appointment

That I asked for a long time ago

I've dreaded these

Ever since the very first one I had

They make me want to sob

Because I feel like I'm being stripped bare

But I know it's important to be honest

With these kinds of things

Most of the time I feel

Like I can't do it

And all I want to do is run far away

But I have to remember

That Demi did this once

For much harder reasons

And if she can do it

So can I

I just have to remember

That she wants me to speak out

And get the help I need

I'm slipping down into the deep ravine.

The sticks and branches break me at the knee.

The darkness has already consumed me.

Don't let anyone kid you. This place is mean.

The swamp resides on bottom the ravine.

Once inside, good luck breaking yourself free.

Panes of glass soon begin encasing me.

Just a few have the key to intervene.

A gentle storm washes away the pains.

All is healed with flashes of lightening.

The rumble of thunder ends the complains.

What once I found comfort, now frightening.

The darkness fades with the pouring of rains.

What once scared me is now enlightening.

First of, i wanted to write a special poem for my 100th post but my brain isn't functioning well right now(i'm blaming the lack of sleep, too much tea and too much practice for the graduation of the kids which can't seem to keep off my mind) so maybe on my 200th post instead. :)

When i started Prose it wasn't because i knew about it. Infact, i didn't even have an idea this app exist. (Yes i'm not that techie, i don't even check the app store,forgive me..haha) anyway, I was on wattpad and one of my favorite writer there said to give Prose a chance. So i did. I made an account and joined. I thought this would be like my other social apps, hidden inside an untouched folder on my phone. But SURPRISINGLY no. I became addicted. (To a point where i can just glue my phone on my hand now, which is very unlikely of me since i don't really paid that much attention on my phone.) and in almost three weeks Ta-dah!i'm on my 100th post!

With Prose, it became an outlet of my emotions. It allowed me to be vulnerable without appearing weak.

With every post i make it's like letting strangers get a piece of myself. (Which if you personally knew me you'll think i'm a snob because i don't talk to people, i don't make eye contact.i live by the words a man can be an island) and the good thing is, i'm not afraid. Anymore. Prose has released the emotional baggage i've been carrying half of my life. When two of my loved ones had died, I didn't cry. I was living in the denial world. (My ex died like 4yrs ago and my dad died 3yrs ago and sadly i only stopped texting them just 2months ago. I know pathetic right?) I always think that they just went out of town or country or busy. I didn't have anyone to talk to when they died, my friends words were like a repetetive record but did nothing to console me. I busied myself with books,work and work and businesses. I wanted to tire myself so much so i don't have the time to think about them. I don't sleep, i go home late to feel exhausted. Then Prose came, and i as relieved from it all. I feel renewed. With every like and comment that i get its like finally i know i'm not alone. Or lonely. I've met great friends here, great people with great minds and i couldn't be anymore thankful for that. Even though its just from this little app, you guys mean the world to me and beyond. So THANK YOU! :)

It's toxic to be around chemicals for too long and to consume poison

It's also been confirmed that letting smoke live in your lungs will rot them like the bananas sitting in your kitchen

Another toxic thing is the gasoline that accidentally drips onto the ground while you pour it in your car, allowing the smell to travel to your brain, mixing up thoughts you thought were solid

The boy in your math class is also toxic, and he seems to constantly be under pressure because every time you see him, his green eyes seem to resemble a crystal more and more

But the thing that no one ever warns you about, is the person that festers in your brain, deteriorating every positive thought you once had towards yourself

And that is the thing that will kill you faster than anything else

They are the typical high school girls

They will scream when it's expected

And laugh too much when it's not

They are beautiful and constantly live in summer mode- smiling and letting the sun reflect off their eyes to attract attention

(And they will always get the attention they want)

It hurts

I'm hurting

There's pain in my chest and I can't get enough breath and I'm forgetting how to breathe

My head throbs

My eyes burn

And I can't figure out how

to get my damn fingers to work

Moths are gnawing at the pit of my stomach and making

their way up my throat

and into the light

The light in my eyes

When I'm with you

But there's too much pain

It's overwhelming

I can't think

I'm folding in on myself

Drowning in bittersweet emotions

I'm withering away

And I'm about to sink