Francesco Prano
About
Born on February 10, 1989, I moved from Chiclayo, Peru to Miami, FL at age 2. Currently studying Criminology at the University of Florida in Gainesville. I've written one full-length book and countless prose blurbs and poetry pieces, some of which can be found here on Wordchasm. Enjoy the read!
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The writings of Francesco Prano
Gere Curam Mei Finis
September 9, 2009 - 12:57 pm
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They gave us a quick look of where we had to go from the top of the mountain, then blindfolded us and threw us out into the darkness. It took us a while before we decided on a small path to follow. The freezing rain kept us nearly blind as we ran, the rocks on [...]
React
March 2, 2009 - 11:31 am
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Existence, it seemed, had stayed with the mirror.
Mala In Se
September 26, 2008 - 7:47 am
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Right now, your ice cold fingertips are the only thing between me and certain death. Ironically, the only thing between you and certain continued survival is… me.
In retrospect, I actually don’t know exactly where I went wrong. Somewhere along the line, I must have taken a wrong turn or two to land myself so directly [...]
Final Goodbyes: A love note
February 28, 2008 - 5:25 pm
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I hope this isn’t too late.
It’s been a while since we talked, haven’t seen you in a couple years. I know I live right down the street from you but we seem to have fallen apart since the accident.
I remember the days we spent together now, the life we had. I remember making the mementos [...]
Broken Rhythm (Kitchen Magnet Blurbs, Part II)
February 16, 2008 - 1:44 am
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kill the secret lingering joy
she wakes from the fever
never let her broken smile heal
make the child-life melt like ice
with its almost translucent angel beauty
Perfect Nightmare
February 2, 2008 - 9:50 am
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It was so depressing. Jenna had been walking for miles now, it seemed, and the gentle fog rain wouldn’t stop. The trees and identical paths and idyllic houses stretched for miles in either direction, an endless testament to the American Dream where you can get rich, get a bunch of stuff, and die miserable. ‘Cause [...]
Silmar
January 19, 2008 - 3:51 pm
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Breathe in, breathe in, breath in ouchouchouch exhale. Crap.
I wonder briefly what might have happened if I had waited for just two more minutes. Silmar had asked me to stay for dinner, I could have- I wasn’t in that much of a hurry. It was only a four hour drive from Nashville, and it was [...]
It is Finished
Shake of the head.
I’ll miss you, but only for a while…
Pat the empty pockets, look up in shock. Forget home, forget love, forget everything. Step forward and accept your fate.
Cold. Not like walking through Boston at midnight in the dead of winter- more like the exact opposite of Hell, but not heaven. Ice numbs in [...]
Child, I say to you Arise!
January 11, 2008 - 11:07 pm
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He spent a silent era sitting, just sitting in the darkness as the world outside plunged ahead as it always had. But in here, there was quiet. Travis was unaware of exactly how long it had been- it had been a while, a long time, but time was an idea, and lately ideas were few [...]
Full Circle On-Ramp
January 2, 2008 - 1:12 am
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Essentials only. Clothes, toiletries (no shampoo, soap, or towel- that’s what the Super 8 is for). Packing is to road trips as taking cover is to Chuck Pfarrer; do it any sooner than absolutely necessary and it just isn’t cool anymore. The same goes for how much to pack. No caffeine, it’s a diuretic. Trips [...]
Does Not Compute
December 29, 2007 - 11:57 am
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Bob cheered as his favorite team scored the winning touchdown of the game. He was already wasted, but the after party was just beginning…
It had been a long couple days for Sylvie, working the graveyard shift at the hospital- three ICU drive-by victims had died, two fourteen year old girls and a toddler. No [...]
Radioactive
December 28, 2007 - 9:27 pm
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For Breath by Breaking Benjamin
Laziness hit an all-time high, or low- depends on your outlook on life. Cup Noodles in the container, run the tap as hot as it goes. Not hot enough. Damn. Pop the whole thing in the microwave, ignore the Laws of Logic and Reason: nuking plastic poisons the food. Screw it. [...]
Broken Rhythm (Kitchen Magnet Blurbs, Part I)
linger at the secret stream of life,
kill the sacred angel with trust and night.
sail from our universe
so to not see me die
when she embraces eternity.
you smile and ask why,
influence heart and mind
with your beauty like delicious poison.
we must wake from this slow-dancing fever
regret this lie and understand
perhaps we will change in time
for there is always [...]
Do Not Disturb
December 15, 2007 - 12:08 am
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Please do not disturb
the sign said.
Door number one.
Please do not disturb. The slightest perturbation could kill the occupant, sitting still and small on the bed. A small look into her mind reveals a chaos which is brutal in its relentless attack on her consciousness. Somehow sanity finds a clawhold and struggles to keep it. [...]
Citizen Foreigners
Time passes, life snowballs, gathering debris and dirt, eventually smashing into a tree and shattering. There’s a chance to start again but it won’t be much like its old self. The pieces fall to be gathered by other snowballing lives…
“What’s with all the furniture?”
“It’s for you.”
He climbed out of the truck, slammed the door halfway [...]
Conformist
March 28, 2007 - 7:10 am
A subtle infiltration
Of our world’s corruption and decay
A gradual transformation
Of losing herself each day
By relenting to this age’s mold
Conforming became her task
Just a replica, so fake and cold
She trades her identity for a mask
Like a caged animal in her mind
Never letting herself out of prison
Giving way to the daily grind
A lioness who has never risen
Poison [...]
Entranced
March 28, 2007 - 7:06 am
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…maybe it was the life.
or the sight of what had never been before
coming into being and so vibrantly making itself known,
the damp and the cold and the dim yet brilliant clarity.
I turn back.
…maybe it was that certain death.
or the approach of it, the sound of its footsteps
softly through wet leaves and gently kicking aside pinecones.
calmly [...]
Three Words
March 27, 2007 - 7:56 am
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They held each other close
with tears and promises
Bittersweet happiness
Exchanging those three words
He departed with promises of soon return
Holding their smiling picture
She stood alone, waving
Remembering those three words
He fought the War, remembering
tears, promises, and those three words
She fought her War, inside
hearing those three words
He sent her letters with
promises and those three words
She wrote back with tear-stained [...]
Cold Day
It is a cold, dreary morning, all gray and gloomy. The sky is overcast, and it seems it’s about to rain. Black lightposts line the sidewalks at regular intervals, accentuating the emptiness of the street, mocking my solitude. The gray sidewalk is lined with sleet. The cold is nearly unbearable, biting and stabbing with [...]



