“The CarpetBagger”

You were a brother to me. But you treat me like number two. You rage to hear the truth. So I soothe you with dumb words. You pat yourself on the back, To you, I'm a second-class citizen. You've got your crown and gown-- Surrounded by "royal" drunks. Invading your castle and stuff. But I'm the "carpetbagger."


A Scraggly lady, fixing her glasses always.Nobody notices her sizzling speech.It's like I'm taking crazy pills.She's always moving, slithering her way around.Her words come out sweet like spongy marshmallows.A credible person, worthy witness, a "must-believe-person."Her marshmallows have a poisonous end.Her old sweet innocent eyes, merely deceit.But I hear her steps creak.I see the veil in … Continue reading Ghouls

I’m Not A Poet

I'm not a poet. But I am a writer.I do not write intricately. I write.I do not express beautifully.Nonetheless, my soul speaks.I feel and perceive other things,other than found love, lost love,Betrayal, Hate, Passion, and such.All worthy pleasures or displeasures.I can't avoid what I see.Especially facial expression,or pitches in the voice, or body language.Particular pauses, … Continue reading I’m Not A Poet

It’s Cold Outside

Well, hello, there! You may follow me on Instagram @aprosette for other similar content. And if you have a Facebook @proseana. I mainly use Instagram. Drop by, & say hello. Have an awesome week! šŸ˜ŠšŸŒ¹ Created on: Quotescreatorapp Also, I have a social media for a small business that I run in the High Desert, … Continue reading It’s Cold Outside

What God Is To Me

Created at Canva.com Call me weak or crazy for believing in God.Where were you in my darkest hour?Did you wipe away the constant tears?Forgive my religiosity for believing in Him.We humans barely have time--time for ourselves,Or even our top five. So I don't blame you.But I won't tame,what God is to me. Ā©anaprose.com 2019 Image … Continue reading What God Is To Me