Tags » Prose

Can?

I think I can

I think I can

I think I can

Can I?

Do I need to ask permission?

Yes, of course, manners first. 152 more words

Optimistic and Obvious

Walking like a cat

You have a grace I could only pray for

A presence that playfully asks for respect

Thus commanding it from most… 187 more words

At home In the Flames - Dream Journal

We were in a car, an old car that has probably long since been turned into scrap.  I sat alone in the back staring at the taupe piping along the seats as we drove.   643 more words

She likes poetry!

She said she likes poetry,
Better than my prose.
So I set my feelings free,
Like unpeeling of a rose.

 

In the words I write for her, 136 more words

Poetry

We don't know.

We will always be condescending about the lack of certainty we experience. We will always look at it with scornful eyes and disappointment. As much as we appreciate – atypically – finding a diamond in a maelstrom, we will always… 274 more words

Beauty

Soup

I was downing a spoonful of tomato soup when my dad spoke up.

“Is that him?” he asked me. Looking up, I followed the direction his finger was pointing in. 314 more words

Horror

Truth Comes to Light

Image: Jessica Lutz

“Chaos is what we’ve lost touch with. This is why it is given a bad name. It is feared by the dominant archetype of our world, which is Ego, which clenches because its existence is defined in terms of control.” 1,551 more words

Prose