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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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For You, Blue

Who are you to tell me what I'm worth

You don't even know me

What's my story, where am I from?

I bet you couldn't tell

All of the pain, all of the hate

It's been clogging up the systems inside you

Until your inner pipes spectacularly burst

Shooting bullets of liquid hurt left and right

Now it's left me stumbling, bumbling

Building block walls and shutting floodgates

I'm the beast inside the castle

Fairly sure I can say I have grown insane

The loneliness your wee little stunt

Has so suddenly placed inside me

Is taking up all of the space

That once contained my happy

Like you, I can't keep it in;

Now it consumes too much,

But this endless cycle

That started who knows when

Has got to be kept inside me

While I hope for a better day

Who are you to tell me what I'm worth

You don't even know me

What's my story, where am I from?

I bet you couldn't tell

I am not your playtoy to toss around

I'm a human being with feelings

A sack of red flesh full of calcium bones

It is simple to break me

A solid body is what I have

I will fix this and make it right

Try to fill it up with love

No longer a car with running on empty

But I feel the cold radiating

From the ice shards in my soul

My arteries have been throbbing

In shades of red illuminated

By the moonlight that I sob by

'Cause that's the only time I dare to cry

All of my dignity was taken by a thief

Holding on to a dying branch

Of a tree with only one last leaf

Contrary to you and your stupid beliefs

I am a person who has worth

And yeah, I'm one for the keeps

One day you'll wake up and see

You were totally wrong about me

Let me let you in on a little secret

I am running fast and far

The air rushing coolwards in and streaming hotwards out

Until it flushes out the cloudy demons

Freedom from this will come to me

The finish line isn't far now, I see

You'll be so many kilometres behind

There won't even be any dust left for you to find

Not a speck of it anywhere to soak into your sad, dark lungs

Goodbye to the shadow of your ghost in the night

Tell me, who were you to try to tell me how much I'm worth?

You didn’t even know the real me

You still don’t get my story, you still can't fathom where I'm from

So watch out next time you think of speaking, of dreaming

'Cause I'd hold my tongue when I've got no friends around

And you've got not a single one in sight

You're the target for me now,

But I'll drop the poison-tipped arrow

Pulled taut on the strings of my heart

'Cause I am better than that

I'm better than that

The cycle ends here

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TryToBeLove

A Different Kind of Ghost

I've always believed in the supernatural -

ghosts, auras, astral-projection, telepathy.

I was the maiden and you were the bachelor.

No exorcism or prayer could ever set me free;

Us girls, our souls are simple to enslave;

What we long for most is love's glow.

For you see, within us lies a cave

where you'll keep all those demons astow.

Your face forever engraved in my mind,

my "no"s sealed on history's plate,

the last place my thoughts resigned,

there was nothing left to do but wait.

At first, I was convinced that I was at fault,

but time has granted me glints of wisdom;

You are not to be blamed for your assault,

And you are more than just a victim.

I shed you like a skin unwanted.

Your hands will forever burn on my skin -

by you, I am forever haunted,

but the darkness shall never win.

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Prose Challenge of the Week #49 : Use this sentence to inspire your piece of poetry or prose: "We are all broken." The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100 and will be placed first on our Spotlight page and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Bent, Not Broken

Alright, I'll admit it;

we are all a little broken and filled with a bit of resent

But if you will permit,

I'll say that I am mostly bent.

We've all got backs

that kindly keep us standing up,

mine's just out of whack

and has everyone asking "whassup?"

Everyone's got their problems

that manage to strike our hearts with fear.

Mine's just got me wobblin',

I'll somehow manage to survive, my dears.

Before I doth depart,

a bit of odd wisdom for you to hear:

your strength is more than an elephant's heart,

and your heart is more pure than any deer's.