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Drewcofer
Death and living goes hand to hand but surviving is the only thing that separates the two.
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Drewcofer in Haiku

Invisible

Invisible

We told stories in hope to guide them away from failure, but it seems we only fed their curiosity that they can do better

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Fallen Tree

Fallen tree

Hard to keep your feelings inside

When your tears committing suicide

Wish you had someone by your side

Or an umbrella that can keep you dry

But your ego steady pushing people aside

Your pride is on a crash course

To turning your heart cold

Getting harder stay strong

Living alone got you wishing for a clone

Or even a dog to take on walks

You try to be social without showing emotion

But you can't even open your mouth without choking

Afraid to ask for help

Cause you don't want to be judge

But sharing experiences can dig you out the mud

You steady lashing out

In hope, someone gets the picture

But you won't allow anyone to buy the issue

So no one wants to be next to you

Playing games with people brains

Will only make you go insane

You going to be the next man in hang-man

Because you want people to ask do you need help

But instead, they all they see is go fuck yourself

Guess that new ceiling fan going to come in handy

When you tie that belt around your neck

And turn red like Spider-Man

You hope someone comes and visit

Cause you only doing it for attention

But no one knows the difference

You became the fallen tree in the forest

But there is no one  there to witness

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Back Seat Convo

Back seat convo

I didn't grow up with wishing wells

So I give my money to the homeless and wish them well

Survival is a must when you run out of luck

Have to do what it takes when your mistakes run out of lessons

Mind steady racing

Wondering when You going to catch a blessing

Insides wrestling to keep the food pin

Even though it hurt still have to walk around with a grind

No one trying to listen

So you hold up signs

hope someone pays attention

You asking for change

But change ain't going to make a difference

If it don't create a home

Or make you hurt less

Don't hold your breath

Even though your life is underwater

Still, need room to move forward

Aim for the bushes when you feel like jumping

Playing with concrete won't make you stronger

Suicide don't mean you get to start over

So count living as blessing

You are a soldier to someone that plans on enlisting

Keeping youngsters off the streets

Watching you grief

I know that's sucks

But someone has to muscle up

Least it gives you a FUCK to give

Knowing all that's been taking

It's strange how much you can learn from a naked soul

But remember as long as your alive

You have time to grow

I drove through bunch of lives

Like obesity weighing on people's minds

But I'm still alone without a home

Watch cars go by and nobody

Have time to give me a dime

Didn't know it was a crime

To say hi to the innocent person in the back seat

I know my clothes are beat

But doesn't mean they can throw words at me

Trade shoes with me

Oh wait I have bare feet

Y'all wear slides just to go outside

While I'm sliding cause my feet is stuck to the street

If you watch closely

you will see the tear that does magic to my smile

Yall tell me to get a job

But won't pay me for cleaning your windows

Now you see why I'm poor

I would be making a killing

If the red light lasted for 24 hours

But then Y'all would feel my struggle

For I would never ask anyone

To fight with rats over scraps

Or dig in the trash for a snack

There's Not enough room on this sign to tell my story

But I thank you for listening

For your ears has been a blessing

So go ahead and put your foot on the gas

Don't you dare look back

This life I'm living isn't where it's at.

Challenge
Challenge of the Week #58: You are a victim of injustice, write a story about it. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $150. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Communication

Communication

I listen, I hear, I see but you don't believe me

Cause my skin brown and I'm from a different generation than you

So you think it's okay to beat me

Im someone's child I know you have one too

Why can't you think before you shoot

Your peers won't be mad if you do

It's better than my mother grieving

And my father acting similar as you

Please don't make that move

Give me a chance to finish school

Let me prove my life is worth it

Yes my future is uncertain

But who are you to take my life

We can stand toe to toe and fight

But im going to be the bigger man

Put my hands up and and walk away

I rather for us to meet on different circumstance

Man this feel like a stick up

If you going shoot then hurry up

I have home work todo

I'm only eager to do it cause I met you

Boom boom boom

My future became a dream

My past becomes all I have

I pray to God that he has my back

And forgives you

No need to cry now you made your move

Now watch my people march

For they will never forgive you

Now your life is in danger

Turn your family into strangers

Just cause you didn't know how to use a taser

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Drewcofer in Poetry & Free Verse

On the way

On the way

I wake up and cry

I pray I was able to fly

My mistakes have my wings torn

Between the ground and the sky

Feet getting tired keeping me alive

Every breath like a popped balloon

Can't find no strength to fill the gap

Afraid I'll die on my back

dreaming of life on the top

I keep my mouth closed

My lips is the key to Pandora's box

No one wanted to help

So I keep it locked until I run out of hope

Don't think it will be long as I'm slipping down this slope

Obstacles blocking the door to the other side

There's no place to hide

As the tunnel looses light

I can only prepare to fight

For my smile isn't enough for a clear path

So I choke down fear and rescue courage

I'm going to need it on my team

If I'm going to reach my dreams

All I want is to be free

If you not going to help then watch out

I'm not going to give up

Cause I haven't left the ground

Despite the words you throw at me

It's not enough to hold me back

Like the dagger my home boy forgot

Challenge
Together, we can break the world record for longest book. When this challenge gets the necessary number of entries, it will expire and we will turn it into a book. Each entry will be its own chapter. Feel free to build from existing entries or write something radically different.
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Born

Born

I was born to survive

So why I'm surrounded by death

The tears I shed burn my face

For being sad is a gift and a curse

Never thought being grown

Meant you had to live alone

I try to learn form others misfortunes

But I'm still trying to work through my own

I was raised to thrive

Always looked past the finish line

As if I was next in line to fly

They said my laugh is contagious

So why they not laughing

When I say I'm going to make it

Seems I'm immune to the gases in the air

It's only fair that I share

i was born to be free

There's no chains that can hold me

I stay humble

In order to move forward

Keep the negativity from hurting me

Tough skin don't come easily

Suicide is never on my mind

Don't think working will kill me

I was born to be hungry

Missing a meal is beneath me

Being a monster is never ending

When everybody starving

World full of zombies

Every man for themselves

Fighting over a piece of meat

that's how i survived

Guess I was born to be the smartest human being alive.

Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Month #1: Write about losing your innocence. Fifteen entries will be featured in a Prose Original Book of the Month, whereby each winner will take 5% lifetime royalties. You must purchase the book to discover its authors, who will be determined by objective data (reads, likes, reposts, comments) and by team vote to ensure reader satisfaction. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtags “itslit,” “getlit,” and “ProseChallenge.”
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Drewcofer in Stream of Consciousness

Bully no more

Bully no more

Whose the blame for my pain

Why should I stay in the game

Even my feelings and emotions are at each other's throats

Whose the blame for my pain

Why should I stay in the game

No matter where I walk it rains

Whose the blame for my pain

Why should I stay in the game

When my name brings you shame

You tend to make me look strange

I'm the only human with horns

I know you said your sorry

But everyday hurts even more

You make me apologize as if I'm the blame

You stop hinting that you want me dead

Now you just throw it in my face

Why should I stay in the game

Just knowing i would be the blame

Only make sense to blow my brain

At least the pain will stop

And no one would be able to point the finger

Because my finger be on the trigger

All I ever wanted was to be loved

But it's abuse that gives me the most hugs

I'm tired of alcohol

I'm tired of the hospital

Why I can't I be a child that has fun

Instead of living in a wheelchair

Or standing on crunches

I guess its only one way to change

Trust me I see you in hell

But don't forget the hell you brought me everyday

I don't want to go this way

But it's either me or you

I can't allow you to take my life away.

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Empty handed pt1

Empty handed pt. 1

Sorry I don't pray every day

But hunger pains drives me crazy

Never thought dying was a great idea

Until I wasn't able to keep down my reality

I think about the past

And hope my future catch-up

This prayer isn't a plead for forgiveness

Instead i hope to speed the process up

Either kill me now or make me rich

But some way I'm getting away from this

I come from a family of drugs

I was born high but I can't seem to climb my way up

I keep my head and my knees tuck

To keep my stomach from talking to the public

If they not willing to hear me why should they listen to my belly

During the night I feel chills go down my spine

I thought it was the father of death to tell me it's my time

Instead it's the holes in my shirt to remind me I'm alone

The bridges give me shade and the trash keeps me warm

Please oh please make a decision

If I wake up tomorrow I expect to be in a home

Not still lying on the floor

The rats live better than me

They can Escape the puddles

And plus they act as a family

While my family not willing to help me

Not sure if they are in heaven which is why I don't talk to them

I'll go anywhere where people will love me.

Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #51: Collabowrite. Write the synopsis for a Prose Collaborative Book where the genre is Psychological Thriller. The winner will be chosen purely on reads, likes, comments, and shares. See Challenge of the Week Post #52 for more details. The winner will receive $100 and 50% royalties for their chapter. Runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtags #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Dead standby

Dead standby

Bones start to pop as the soul forgets who's boss

Facial expression reminds you of your worst accident

Pain fills your heart

It's not sympathy you feel it's the lack of understanding

As Fear flows through the veins of the solid being trying to find the blood that remains

Only bringing down the walls that hang

Like putting the finishing touch on hangman

You can see the smell and the air collide like best friends coming in for high fives

Innocent people stand by not willing to give a hand because there hand won't bring him back to life

As time goes by people's cries turn into secrets for their eyes tell no lies

They just watched a man die.

People are scared cause they don't know why

Afraid it will haunt them for the rest of their lives

Only if it could be justified as in why the man died

There was no time to say good bye

As the white sheet covers his eyes

You can only hope the bugs don't get the best of him

Police collecting testimony from every one that standby

Only to find out stress is why the man died

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Drewcofer in Micropoetry

Heart attack

Heart-attack

A noise that makes you fall

Images that return the fun

Why oh why are questions you ask

while your trying to be tough

But it seems your heart is tougher

Because you can hear it over your quivering whispers

A facial expression that you hope know one remembers

But too late fear already snapped a picture

And put you out of commission