stolen

her heart

her freedom as well

if only she knew how much i loved her

would she see this torture as pleasure

would the sobs turn to smiles

and would the blood turn into honey?

if only she knew

[sorry for all the sad ass stuff, im back]

my skin was battered and bruised

I kept it on as long as I could

scared to reveal what was underneath

for fear of finding something worse

one day I was struck

my skin tore

I picked at the wound

pulled back the edges

what i saw was not only beautiful

but terrifying

I stitched myself up

an attempt to keep my outside together

after poking and prodding

mending and repairing

it all fell apart

I had shed my skin

and stored it away to look back on

today I disposed of it

for I no longer need it

We're taking the Skyway. @Bunny is driving because he loves astral traveling. He hates that we're in one of those creeper vans with no windows so he's keen on reimagining... he's got one hand on the wheel, and the other on the dimple of my knee--Ssswerve, now we're in one of those European double decker trolly buses and it's filling up fast, heading to Prose HQ cuz I say we just have to have to see it, to believe it, as a once in a lifetime experience. @A is sending out invites by sonar and morse code flash. flash. tap. tap. tap. We've picked up @CreativeChaos cuz he's soooooo... excited to see what he calls his City!! He's sitting connecting with @saf and @Mazzy looking at the Stars and spotting the Big Bear aka @dustygrein. @Finder is right behind the driver seat, making sure we don't lose our way. She's checking the moral compass. @Dark slipped in and is all the way slumped in the backseat next to @Winterreign nursing a bottle of San Pellegrino, because he's given up on Perrier. @JeffStewart is on the radio, singing in ultra sonic, but nobody knows that cuz he hasn't made his debut announcement yet. @MeeJong is talking to us through the GPS and I think she has the right address... @ALifeWitArt is onboard taking pictures of everything passing by inside and out, to paint it up later... My friend @Syne is right behind me and we're catching up on old Time, his cat Schrodinger and all things Quantum and @DrSemicolon is asking what happened to @CYS_Correia and @itsdemoray? @Moonchild who changed his name a couple times around's winking at me from a few seats down (I see in the side view mirror ;) and now he's eyeing @LilEngima but @MisterEngima is having none of that. And @DaveK is saying WTFfs... ? while @LillyZ says what did you say hon? and @ts735b IS obnoxiously playing with the windows... @Danceinsilence declined to hop on but encouraged @anarosewood who was more than happy to join us and she's sitting next to @Shells and @FauxHero... @ZekeMatthews has climbed aboard to escape the missus, whew, narcasmissus! @JD4 is somewhere in the middle of several newspapers; one from 2001, one from 84 and another from some point in 4020 something... and some pamphlets borrowed from @markysparky @Batmaninwuhan is on the rooftop cuz he is claustrophobic. Agoraphobic. Little bit Zenophobic. seriously, so @EstherFlowers1 is holding his hand through the window while flipping through a well worn copy of the Best of Spinoza. @Harry_Situation is standing by the door along with @Undermeyou repeating that there is room, always, always room for one more... And @Mnezz is leaning out the back window with a Camcorder, getting it allll on film!!!! @ChrisSadhill is cheering Right On!! and @fudo is thinking up a new challenge prompt... while @Beccawaits, waits. (what! no, she's writing her own thing on cellphone! :) @JimLamb just let me know.

@7v7 is in somewhere in the engine block checking how this thing works from the inside, along with @Z nearby in the MAP sensor under the dash hooking up some special Zapp features for what is now becoming the Prosambulator...

and @LARGE is hollering "WE'LL NEVER GET THERE!" while @SharondBriggs says Keep the Faith!

and we're all right, alright... cuz Prose is not about the Destination...

It's all about the Wride :)

I find my why in those I love unconditionally. My wife and children. In my hardest moments when I came close to writing my own ending, their faces are what kept me here.

An entry from my book of poems "Words Unspoken"

I can’t stay for me today, so I hit my knees and begin to pray,

I pray for my children, that their mom won’t leave them now,

I pray my family won’t have to feel pain, when they learn I took an early way out,

I pray that my wife won’t have to shed a tear when she finds out I am no longer here,

I pray no one has to answer that call,

When they see a lifeless body that ended it all,

I pray this prayer knowing if I had my way I would already be gone,

Reminding myself these are the reasons I am still holding on.

Hello, Writers and Dear Readers.

Today, we oficially kick off the Post of the Week, and give you details about the Challenges. Happy to say we're reigniting the Challenge of the Week, and each one is a big, fat 25 bucks to the winner. But, onto the new video: On the channel, we feature a beautiful human creature (rhyme level-10-boom!) with a wolfe in the username. Tell you what right now, she's also a beautiful reader. Tune in to the link below to hear the words of this unique talent.

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

And.

As always.

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

I don’t mind

if you stick cold fingers

into my bloodshot mind,

wiggle yourself

into my refrigerated heart

like a steak or a calf’s liver

displayed on a meat counter.

I don’t mind

if you pull me limb from limb,

tear my skin

with razor claws,

rip my soul to pieces

with your angelic innocence;

it’s the best kind of pain.

I don’t mind

if you chop me, stab me,

kill me,

leave my corpse in the gutter

on the side of a highway

where I can hear the escapes,

the hum of motors and wheels,

the swish of passing

throughout eternity.

Today was my Aunt Kathryn’s memorial service. She was my grandmothers youngest sister by 13 years. Growing up, I was close in age to her children, my second cousins, my mother was their first cousin and just a few years older than the oldest son.

The service had it’s sad moments, but was full of love and happy memories of family and the things she enjoyed.

One thing I can’t express enough to the living is if you love someone and appreciate that person, tell them now!

Do not hesitate to let whoever it is know what they mean to you and your life because there will come a time when you will want to tell them, but you can’t because it’s to late.

Thank you all who read and repost and like and comment on my posts here.

Your thoughts matter, you matter, and may we all come away better by learning from you. Vyxyn

Listen up, you heathens and degenerates! I've got a story to tell you about a writing app that's making a comeback like a bat out of hell. It's called The Prose App, and let me tell you, it's a force to be reckoned with.

Back in 2014, when the world was still reeling from the Great Recession and the death of the American Dream, The Prose App burst onto the scene like a psychedelic explosion. It was the first of its kind, a writing app that allowed you to share your work with a community of like-minded weirdos and misfits. And let me tell you, it was a goddamn revelation.

I remember one night, holed up in a hotel room in Vegas, I stumbled upon The Prose App and decided to give it a whirl. I was drunk, stoned, and coked out of my mind, but somehow the words just flowed out of me like a river of fire. I posted a story about a wild and depraved night in Tijuana, and within minutes I had a legion of fans clamoring for more.

But like all good things, The Prose App eventually faded into obscurity. It was like a shooting star, burning bright and hot for a brief moment before fizzling out into nothingness. But now, my friends, it's back with a vengeance.

The new version of The Prose App has features that will blow your mind. It's like a goddamn spaceship compared to the clunky old version. You can collaborate with other writers in real-time, get feedback from a global community of readers and writers, and even publish your work directly from the app.

I don't know about you, but I'm excited as hell to see what kind of wild and crazy shit people are going to come up with using this app. If you're a writer, a reader, or just someone who likes to get weird, you owe it to yourself to check out The Prose App. Head over to www.theprose.com and see for yourself what all the fuss is about. And remember, folks, the only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.