Bob ordered butter pecan ice-cream. Nora, in a #caprice, chose the hyped wasabi swirl. One lick and she emptied her water bottle into her mouth. "You said be adventurous," she gasped. "I meant add rainbow sprinkles," Bob muttered. #vss365

I sit with the stone- its silence heavier than mine #haiku #poetry

paranoia, frozen fear darting eyes & flexing fingers his viscous rattled breath perturbs the nightmare brume — #caprice in autumnal bloom consumed by demon chatter led toward the railway clatter mesmerised by the invitation one trip to escape the other #vss365

Midnight blue black tresses Fall down her porcelain skin With a twinkle of #caprice In her pool green wet eyes Was it all a dream she thinks But she’ll never know Coz those butterflies left Along with their kisses Each gravestone around her Covered in mosses #vss365 #poetry

#Eventuality Often culminates In disappointment And each day There’s more of my heart To sweep off the floor And recycle Right next to the bits Of cardboard I keep forgetting To break down; Maybe one day Eventuality Will be more Than this constant ache And will give me Clarity Instead. #vss365

The dreams always begin The same way #Bellwether omen A black sheep Leading the flock And I’m somewhere In the hedgerows Waiting For something to happen And perhaps That’s the sign That even within My own consciousness I stand without; A lucid intruder Unable To prevent My own catastrophe #vss365

The fire #reinvigorates Time that had felt too short For breathing For feeling For breaking In a million pieces; Days That had felt stuck together Finally crumbled in clumps Of plaster Still holding remnants Of remorse — For all the moments Wasted In fear Of the darkness That always followed #vss365

Autumn weeps so sweetly colours envelop a tired mind soul, well...perhaps seen such many times and yet, Autumn shall always hold my heart in such beautiful decay #Poetry

Torn into ribbons of no concern I've always swayed with trees to ascend immense need to pause life it's a dark concept to think existence owes us autumnal light fades beneath Pagan skies cloaks what is left I can't blink eyes wish to close lead me instead I'm tired of crawling #inkMine

Lively colours come unlock me From this life slowly walking by I’ve shimmered into hazy grey Winter’s not yet quite begun Catapult me over rainbows On the back of a #bellwether Kinda bumblebee Landing On filled treasure pots Open, rays golden #vss365

It's false isn't it when reaching sunlight tells you it's always warm give me clouds bestow rain let thunder loose again it's false that all sunshine may heal, some may silence you especially in eclipse I know the dark better than light #RetroArtPrompt

#frost blue eyes, brilliant skies engage the clouds in pareidolia hiding in her #cottage, lights out watching for a #bellwether storm the clouds grow black, smothering as he walks up her garden path then thunder, lead, dead as a door nail & she burns the cottage down #vss365 #whistpr #blueskyrelay

#quick as you like may death tease but for a blink a moment's passing #inkmine [quick] #haiku #writingprompt #blueskypoets

Even though floral, some obscurity nestles in tender leaves of jasmine perceived as a timid flower and indeed it is, however, it has more strength than thought, is cunning, bold to climb heights that humans dare not think possible, to be a sensitive tendril of jasmine, reaching you #Weirdmicro

Vague sonnets etched On hollow greying clouds fade From once an #extrusion of Daybreaks’ yawning dawns Listless I too may mist I have become a prose flatlining Your ink Before, my life force Now drip thrums Like taunting rain thuds #vss365

The wall glares at me, #sentient, all knowing, my failings as transparent as it's inset window— it sees right into me, my hollowness & vacany. I hate the wall for what it sees, I turn my back but my back becomes the wall the wall is me— reflecting my soul of stone & heart of glass. #RetroArtPrompt

wizened #shell broken since a cursëd birth a scar-covered scar blighting the earth my eyes burn w/ #ineffable disgust as i float outside in blessëd dissociation watching from an #extrusion of self i pick at the wretched scab hoping to rip it clean before reintegration #vss365 #whistpr #blueskyrelay

#Synthesis of vine and branch Rebuilding a semblance Of structure That used to be More bone and flesh; Cartilage and sinew — A body That couldn’t hold Her troubled existence Extricating her Like a parasite Flung to its belly, Searching for a new host Among the thorns #vss365

you dip your toe in the #swamp to escape the quicksand what could it hurt now you're up to your neck in a filthy #synthesis of love & hate staying afloat with #mushrooms while darkness presses down on the top of your head #vss365 #whistpr #blueskyrelay

We play a #complex, twisted game like Russian roulette, but who will get the bullet? Both of us? Going out like Romeo and Juliet. You hold the barrel to my temple, sensual as a gentle kiss— my life is in your hands. I give up, break me kill me, take me. #RetroArtPrompt

New moons tonights forevers Be the tropes parables Metaphors running rivers In veins pumping thru my skin Telling allegories I can’t #rein it in So don’t blame me I’m of the possessed obsessed Living in a land far far away Encircled by a moat Named MakeBelieve #vss365

Gandalf at the Council of Elrond: "This meeting could have been an eagle."

∴ kiss o𝔣 hares — 𝔣leete heart-reins snap, 𝔣lit we wunder wilde-wayes leape þæn loll ∴ #haikufeels #vss365 #poemspell 🗣️🗝️ 𝔣 → "f" þ - "th" as in thin þæn - then

Nose to the air Through the grilled window Breathing deep an aroma That smelled like promise Sweeter than the dew Flush Against dawn’s pink breast; The #reins unraveled Shadows returning a while To their resting place — A last glimpse Of soft indulgence That would never Be the same again. #vss365

happy places burning reality #conspires to unravel the delicate tapestry draped over divergent eyes gold-threaded lies woven thru smoke & mirrors strangling our truth as we stare defiantly into our bloodshot eyes and snort the #myth that keeps us warm at night #vss365 #whistpr

i'm #bored; this bores me boring like the morning light presses into burning eyes yet another sunrise or the way a child's laughter elicits #flinching irritation ears pierced by happiness there's no escaping the loneliness so accismus is a survival strategy else madness has her way #vss365 #whistpr

There's no logic or maybe it's I without ground drowning emotion heart-full cascade hard fall into nothing infinite howls as wet skin dries leaving maps of scars to where breathless stars no longer sing something deep within reaches in pained spirals unheard and very much alive #Poetry

Sunday brain, a #dense copse of thoughts— mourning for a weekend ended, worry for the week ahead. I bash through a tangled web of trees, to discover the seed of hope at the centre— this week's branches will bend like all those past, pliable & bearing fruits of solace. #RetroArtPrompt

a word as simple as #style was a ribbon slipping through the fingers for the tenth time ineptitude knotted at its blue center but perhaps this, too was a matter of patience as with most (all) things — how slow breaths careful hands and measured movements could learn to make the perfect bow. #vss365

a thousand cuts from a shattered #mirror shredding flesh w/out a shred of dignity there's no hidden #style in this substance no viscosity or conductivity surely you've seen thru the gossamer obfuscations it's one-dimensional light-reflecting glass shards death wishes on dying stars #vss365 #whistpr

Life #coward— cowering in my cage, door open but I clipped my own wings long ago, for this moment: Don't bolt, don't give up what you know for the unknown. I made a comfortable bed to lie in, a tangle of sheets to tie me down. A life lived like Tantalus, release just out of reach. #RetroArtPrompt

and when the night finally cracks open obsidian belly spilling deep its secrets the masses will rush forward trampling each other to grab the Pleiades and Andromeda falling because the #potential of reaching galaxies would shimmer before them, and they would gladly burn for a taste of heaven #vss365

Too #exhausted for dreaming The pillow droops, Lopsided lament Sheets smothering A tired sigh — It’s too early for thinking And the sun Slips through the window Arachnid shadow Crawling cheek’s Soft, red hill To spin its web Within lashes Still thick With remnants Of a deep And sticky sleep #vss365

reap what you sow plant the #potential for violence seeds of hate blossom anew love-me, love-me-not a bountiful #harvest nourished by blood and rain and the fertile soil #vss365 #whistpr

What’s not #bearable Is this feeling of stasis Though time churns And the winds come And the sun and moon Pass each other Shadows barely touching While the days Blush and wither With the seasons Yet the same Cannot be said For these legs Walking in place Fixed within illusion Going nowhere. #vss365

Skin made of parchment A #wrapper improvised From thickened fibers Enveloping bones That knew too much About being broken Without mercy; Ink wasn’t poison And charcoal reconstructed What had been twisted Beyond recognition — A crooked mouth Reshaped Into the soft lines Of a healing smile #vss365

🗣️🗝️ þ - "th" as in thin #haikufeels #wildwalkprompt #vss365 #poemspell #promptcombo #clocksticking @dragonslayerma.bsky.social

i'm beside myself and he's not #bearable and this isn't sustainable wolfsbane, hemlock any loathe #potion will do shattered glass isn't repairable a noose too frayed isn't wearable but a poison goes down smooth and makes him rue the day he sidled up to me #vss365 #whistpr

A flex of muscle Too flimsy To hold real #power; Boys with skinny biceps Learning that strength Was a matter Of swallowing nails Without flinching And growing The biggest penis, Instead of being taught How to manage the volatility Flopping in their own chests — A slippery fish Out of water #vss365

a clean robe & an iv accessory her face painted delirium #wrapped in a room so white this must be heaven, she thinks where hunger isn't devouring me & the sky has yet to fall wait until mommy & daddy see —where have they gone declarations that life is good is a razor of #absurdity #vss365 #whistpr

Sweeping dust from the carpet Fuzzy motes escape the dustpan So the business of cleaning Never ends And there’s still a bit of summer Stubbornly clinging Its heat outlasting An ephemeral autumn That always comes in a rush Of amber and maple; Its short dance A #chance relief Left in our veins #vss365

a modest #chance of sunshine on an early september morn is it wrong then when i wish that this day will never form smother me in eigengrau let the #drab of darkness weigh let my eyes resist the dire light before hope breaks with the day #vss365 #whistpr

Ever had the bone-chilling rush of defeat wrap around throat and destroy shards of light, snake-like and defiant to let peace ride smooth on the voice of humble nothingness into the blunt act of denial for to choose life it has to be that sun becomes less and less, 'til nothing is born #weirdmicro

Stretch of the mind #Conscious elasticity Exercising thought Through loopholes Of theory And 12 A.M. conspiracies; Learning philosophy, (An eye for an eye) Ideologies that shaped Generations Backbone splintered From the inundation Of many Just wanting to be right With tongues Heavy as stone #vss365

a darkness in which all articles are indefinite will we know ourselves by our shadows our own words #TankaThursday (dark) #vss365 (article)

life death & in-between as sure as the sun #yellows skyward still demands a semblance of awe some leftover #article of childlike wonder in existence & its unerring cycle w/ potential for gifted beginnings or blindly insouciant brutality & the breath-taking greed that syphons it all #vss365 #whistpr

there is this hope to understand ourselves before we can truly begin to understand others to pick apart the #abstract that makes us and examine its textures: the dirt and blood of us the broken nail the fragile matter and nucleus not yet defined still growing in us despite our shed chrysalis #vss365

Out there, in the fade my eyes flicker in pastel crows tell me it's time the eclipse has started I merely have to detach #Photo #Photography 📷:mine

how can one not be #conscious of another's happiness a stranger's smile, their laugh set free yes, one knows; one braces as the pain is inescapable censoriously #sharp, like bared teeth like the knowledge that reality takes sides & everything else then rubs one's tears in the wound #vss365 #whistpr

a will-o-wisp darts by its blue body #eluding the curious hand wishing to undo its mystery not quite like the firefly willingly probed within a glass boundary; further it drifts the moment someone comes too close — as if it knows what the firefly has yet to learn about caution and trust #vss365