Dreams, sculpted in #seafoam, see how they fall? Not gone, only roaming portless blue silence tiny explorers, in search of that new world. #vss365 #poem #poetry #blueskypoets 📷 Pixabay

Great movie poster, wacky flick.

An open #letter to the good people of the village of Gimbleweed: Rrrroarrrarrrghhgl!!! Hugs and kisses, the mountain trolls #vss365

I gripped summer hard, fierce, not so fierce for even my hold is soft monsoon has made a promise I look forward to when able not a drizzle but downpour sometimes soft needs unfiltered and real-raw to bleed in time with #poetry

She welcomed the brokenness, how it ground her heart into pulps of night sky, a dust at her feet. She didn’t wallow in it… she gathered it, lofted it into that splitting unseen. Fragments of her, refusing to #sink resisting burial, giving the dark a wink of fire. #vss365 #blueskypoets #poem

#vss365 #spokenword #poetry #Letters written by your hand A thing of yesterdays I could have treasured Had I known qwerty Would become Our hands No more can we trace Our words carefully slowly lovingly With our fingertips Breathing them in with our eyes Sighing in the papers fragrance

Written #Letters Alphabets scattered, transposed, aligned link sprawling hours across gaps of time Lyrical laces formed in prose & poems fill covers of modern & ancient tomes Word-stuffed envelopes sent each day Compose new thoughts in creative ways. #vss365 #poetry #skywriting #PoetsOfBluesky

Right after His cremation Placed his ashes In a box It was His final wish So I comply While they’re still hot I add Post mortem #letter He’s adressed To IRS— Acknowledging There’s no escape From TAXES, Nor from DEATH Swear I hear Ghostly laughter As I mail His final jest #vss365

That’s my second-favorite part of town.

#lambent in night flight fireflies dot skies joyfully wonder sparked visions #HaikuChallenge #haiku #poetry #3lines

I want this to be my living room, bedroom, office, and library. #architecture

I’m excited, too! Thank you, Bethany. Enjoy quirky darkness. 😄

She had an effervescent personality, and would dance and #sing to almost any music, at the drop of a fedora. So, imagine my surprise when she pistol-whipped that demon goon at the Eldritch Bar. It was love at first busted Chicklet chompers. #horror #vss365

After the buffeting the Antilles had taken fighting the raiders, Dylan had her in dry dock and wasn’t letting the ground crews release her until they made her engines #sing. And he meant it, too. They skimped all too often, but not his boat. He’d stand watching them fix her if he had to #vss365

#vss365 Once upon a time She did try to #sing in meadows To the birds & bees The little runaway field mice She was kinda scared of Tiny fading days ago But watching Tom & Jerry always makes her laugh Wrinkled eyes sparkling Sat with her grandkids They don’t know Tom & Jerry Like she does

#vss365 Beeping Swooshing Squeaking The crinkle of a paper bag Muted voices The thump of a box Clinking Shuffling Clank clank thud They #sing In the background Barely audible A washed out rendition Of something faintly Rock and roll "Have a great day!" The cashier says And, I do

They herd us into the prison cell and activate a force field, while pointing at us and laughing. We sit on the floor, bored and dejected. I hate seeing my twin sister's watery eyes and puckered lips, so I #sing some of her favorite songs to distract her. Others join in. #vss365

'Gabe, I know you love to #sing, & choir practice is important, but now I've got a stonking headache. Could you keep it down.' 'La la la. Is that better, Pixie?' 'A bit more.' 'La la.' 'Another tiny bit.' 'La.' 'Almost.' '-' 'Perfect.' 'I was silent?' Giggle. 'Exactly.' #vss365

Petals will always fall she used to watch them scatter on lonely #banks but now she closes her eyes unaware of how they shift and refract under new light. They’re only flowers pressed into inkless pages she’ll never open again. Walking in the dark, she stumbles less with each moon. #vss365

You’re awesome, Bethany! Thank you!

Moments, tiny gardens in her palm. #sixwordpoem #poem #poetry #blueskypoets 📷 Pixabay

“Why does that octopus god have sixteen tentacles or #arms, or whatever?” “Do not question the wisdom of the Old Ones!” “Yeah, but shit’s gotta make sense.” “Hush, infidel!” “Hush?” You’re harshing my dark lord buzz.” #horror #vss365

As the moon spills halos through her window she remembers the #hands that have touched her she sees her foot arching on the sill, his artist eyes sketching it in light and shadow, saving it for a rainy day when he’s forgotten the feel of surrender on her fingertips. #vss365 📷 iStock

"Who is the woman in the sarcophagus?" "Zamora. I entrusted to the #sands long ago." "Why did you leave her?" "She was sick and I was not strong enough to save her then. "And now?" "I can embrace her the way she needs to be." "How?" "I make her blood of my blood—it's time." #vss365 #SFF

#vss365 I chose a #pen To ink death upon Your countenance A lifetime of febrile Abuse written Short and sweet Into oblivion The end

#vss365 #pen

#Vss365 She was feeling an emotion never felt before. From the tips of her toes to the bright glow of her halo; which was turning slowly, into a heavy invisible iron #ring. It was love! He was love she realised! As her wings began to crumble. #Art Ariana Cherry artist & Poet

Sam chose, as many others did, to be transformed into reams of paper, a story that would never be read. Sadie would become bumps and grooves on a disc, piped into the ether, and bounced off the #rings of Saturn. Sarah was to be born anew every day, but would never wake. #vss365

“The #pen is only mightier than the sword if you use it to stab zombies in the occipital cortex!” “That belongs on a t-shirt, Bill. Brilliant.” “Thanks, ma—” ZOMBIE! Narrator: Bill didn’t reach his fountain pen in time. Poor bastard. #horror #vss365

#vss365 #man

To a #man and woman, Dylan trusted his crew to act with speed and efficiency in every situation while aboard ship. Off the ship, he trusted that they would no doubt cause havoc, brawls and more than a few headaches with station authorities, but they all had to have shore leave sometime. #vss365

“Space Officer Schmidlapp! Your recent #conduct is unbecoming of—“ Hack-hack-slash-hack! “Arrrrgh!” Bloody silence. “You were saying?” #horror #vss365

This is my favorite Cronenberg #film.

Drunk/high/paranoid Tiffany was able to point at that unreal apparition of a mfer, so he must’ve been kind of real…but maybe the entire scene was #illusive. #vss365

Ready for adventure Ready for fun Ready for a fight Survival Not ready to die Suffer or almost die Just extend my life expectancy My will till live Ready or not Illusive gains It’s gonna hurt It’s gotta feel like making scars Bot no letting Not on my part anyways #vss365 #illusive

Currently on a rewatch of #StargateSG1 and I want to give a big shout-out to the unsung hero of the SGC: Master Sergeant Sylvester ‘Sly’ Siler, played by Daniel Joseph Shea. The man suffered in the defence of the Earth. Suffered! A lot!

#vss365 #haiku the haiku its the most #illusive genre of poetry: it’s effect, its “meaning,“ is perceptible - but always just out of reach.

#vss365 Perfection #illusive Practice Plan Punctuate Dot every i Outline every dream Saturate Simplify Sing note for note A slow dance For us There is no more

mind the gap your torn old tube map's lost time gates a southbound platform entered via the exit next stop long ago thunder and lectric more people than drops of rain make a flood chasing dreams illusive meanings written along tunnel walls #ScifaikuSaturday #DailyHaikuPrompt #vss365

#4wordpoem have casket, will travel

#css365 All just A #tempest in a teacup As my grandmother Used to say Her version Of keep calm and carry on I suppose

Glaring A #tempest of my sorrows rage Caught behind twin windows of mine eyes But I never hide their wake so easily— The flames are exquisite when I stare Pray that anger does not join them soon, especially for your sake, Lest you be consumed in my sight. #vss365 #poetry #Skywriting

Great poster, excellent #film…

United the organism called Bill stood, #divided he/it fell as Cole cleaved it/him in half with an axe, and proceeded to make Bill-chunks of the screaming carcass on the hardwood floor. #vss365 #horror

divide me again, multiplicative cascade of the self in flux #vss365 #promot #divide #haiku #writing #micropoetry

The eclectic group of players, that had gathered to fight the World Boss, utilised tactics automatically according to their class. Choosing to #divide themselves into damagers, immovable, almost, tanks, and healers. It was a glorious scene of cooperation and the beast soon succumbed. #vss365

sunset or rise why divide myself scary darks / smiling bright when these colours such colours as day touches night #vss365 (divide) #TankaThursday (sunset)

"I thought Uncle Jim was #dividing his estate between all the cousins." "You were the only one who cared about him, not his money," the lawyer says, handing me a cat. "As Fifi's guardian, you get to live in her house." "How's pâté sound?" I ask her. Fifi slow-blinks. I guess she approves. #vss365