idealism dies upon life's education stripped gears whir #vss365 #education #whistpr #whir #emoetry #idealistic

synesthesia born of violences blues in asphyxia choking on words poisoned w/ #purple haunted memories reds of lead & pooling apologies eyes blinded by #rays of black under pains of torture & existence scars are records & confessions life often #defeated but not yet dead #vss365 #whistpr #emoetry

forgotten plow rust dust in harrowed veins yesteryear's dreams #inkmine [harrow] #haiku #writingprompt #blueskypoets

He says my laugh is a carol a festive cairn to stain the cleanest scape I say let’s make a feast of choirs leave this meagre crumb but he prefers the #heliacal drone of all his forms the bright & the bore #vss365 #poetrysky #promptpersuasion

you can feel the #unseen sorrows like fingertips press bone into flesh with tenebrose tenacity you wonder if this is everything what once was taken thieved against will you now surrender freely #vss365 #whistpr #thief #emoetry #tenacious

I'm out of the fog, and I'm not going back in without a fight. I'm putting down the things I don't need to carry - things I've outgrown, things that never fit, things that aren't mine, things that anchor me in places where I don't want to linger - and I'm moving forward at speed. This is my season.

I don’t know how to/be scissor smooth & cut to the end to all she knew as ashes crawl in the groove of strings that resonant sense of ghosts that cling to the movement of her voice just gives your life away #whistpr #poetrysky #rustwarning

a threnody where my heart should be its atavistic grame pooling in ink blots & words i #sublimate the urge poorly, limning in broken thoughts & skin as masked desires #clash with a hope for better days and the lunacy of a sickle moon #vss365 #whistpr

a half-cracked death mask plastered on a scowl split lips obviate condolences with a pan am, #saucer smile sorrow adheres an armour of #rage to a broken being like scales #cling to butterfly wings a warning of shimmering toxicity camouflage from the curious #vss365 #whistpr #emoetry

I wish I ran like a dog eyes up faith in a stride tang of sun-warmed iron-rich earth huffed across my tongue to be sick at alum lilies vomit up this energy howl a dirge & be done to cut at birth needled teeth loveworn to forgive and never forget #vss365 #poetryhaitus

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

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

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

A bouquet of Flowers make no sound Yet they speak the words Of silent hearts’ thump thump If I recline Under their shelter Just call me reckless #Perhaps indeed I was it The symphony of whispers Before your desires’ madness #vss365 #poetry

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

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

I smell you on the morning air, rotting in a folding chair, wood paneling in your room-sized coffin. You touched me once, with the warmth of a virus, but I'm better now. And gone. I'm up a tree like sunlight. I'm down a mountain like ice #melt. I'm in the woods - no panel - hunting magic. #whistpr

red leaves falling red river reflections another scar - ❖ - multitudes every facet has two sides gem in the dark #dailyhaikuprompt [red leaves] #haikuchallenge [facet] #haiku #writingprompt #blueskypoets

what becomes a boy one sans #charm & smile he grows in the deep dark a harmless mushroom horizon dapples his lips in flecks of spit & fits unmoved by dreams of perfect loves & lives there's nowt poetical as his brain #unravels hanged by his synapses his feet finally off the ground #vss365 #whistpr

scarlet dawn the city gulls are crying salty for the sea here is a splinter of my driftwood heart #whistpr #30Days30Words #vss365

though i see double-vision split-tongue divided-time moving forward with half a mind to... splinters in the soles between the toes under tooth and nail footfall and wordfall neither leave an imprint but for writing on the wall #vss365 #splinter

I touch my heart but there is only a flower there A many-petaled one I must protect her So that the one i love can breathe deeply And be comforted 💌

she shed tearful goodbyes for an innocence befitting and pled with baleful blue eyes for the childhood now lost she bled dry her abductor while he slept near his blessing then fled, spilling no mercy with her new dark #passenger host #whistpr #writingprompt #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets

impulse buy a one way ticket to the past sole passenger on a silver bullet fired back through time (time flies by in daydream flashes humming its own song) final destination unknown wonder when I'll arrive in the history books #ScifaikuSaturday #whistpr #vss365

weeping sap for the hungry woodpecker ruthless with its drill - ❖ - winter's final leaf in midair hesitation a fateless journey #dailyhaikuprompt [sap] #haikuchallenge [journey] #vss365 [final] #haiku #writingprompt #writingcommunity #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets

you talk of passengers who took the long way round (honest concealers who forget more of skies than you care to remember) to stand on a russet stair tourists to your carbon chatter taking pictures of a pointed view in the blue, a whistle sounds more precise for the quiet #whistpr

Me and Old Robot are hunting for the head this fancy hat belongs on. First, we meet a statue. He's standing on big words like courage and honour. Got dandy pants and mutton chop whiskers. Longest stare I ever saw, all the way out to sea and into memory. Or hope, Old Robot says. #whistpr #inkMine

You are picture vs. #vision; where science meets magic, the constancy of clouds. Your thumbs against my cheeks, reteaching, smiling becomes a kind-of prayer and also a kind of lying down. Is this how a book feels when it gets its cover? To hold so many words and still be calm... #vss365

up on Jack’s Hill we sit among shards of countless silence layered on repeat hey dj, don’t skip the rusted billions of final static for reddened endings under you under me #vss365 #final

a #final wish is too much to ask after a lifetime's opportunities so i 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 go gentle, mr. thomas despite my dying light i'll welcome that which i deserve the nothingness—my oblivion in all its painful glory because there are no good nights #vss365

extinguish the lamp his #vision impaired but for hopeless stars waves #chop the rocky shore a lighthouse in the dark the salty scent of resignation the taste of bitten lip & alacrity ships will smash against the shore in the carnage of his wake but the sea will rise & fall forever #vss365 #whistpr

finger-painting on black canvas kohl of a lesser god #echolalic words skull-scraped falling like angels #fluttering darkness memories smashing in your collider blackening the walls so you pass the time pulling fingernails down your chalkboard drawing breaths & snorting bloodlines #vss365 #whistpr

darkside station old robot keeps secrets for a lost team hums to herself songs of deep starless night without words as the comms link to her longago world crackles and howls #ScifaikuSaturday (team) #DailyHaikuPrompt (night) #inkMine (howl) #prompt

night-blooming jasmine I dreamt I could smell the stars shine #haiku #poetry #dailyhaikuprompt (night)

You are fantastic. You are a moment of profound realization. You are the resilience of a water bear. You are a gothic film with practical effects. You are a labyrinth formed of ancient hedges, populated by eldritch hedgehogs and talking capybaras in top hats.

I climb your staircase a sublime effigy, the bead between orange carpet & wall, two up one down a sunset binary I want to ask which room was yours? to sit upon the stain & swallow your attics our fingers wet with ghosts & inspiration #vss365 #poetryprompt #backinthegame

your indivisibility is where chewing bread and watching the light goop over the fence are the same thing, or thinking I think I love you is flight/a bumblebee/a name/so so impossible I need me to yell me the whole thing again #vss365

he watched the hourglass and how each grain of sand was indivisible from a moment how time always flowed downward with each instant drowning in the last and how his beach was nearly complete #vss365 #indivisibility

At 11:11, a painted lady beetle walked the perimeter of my keyboard then crossed to the center of the screen. I'm 10 pages from finishing what I promised myself would be the last read-through before querying. I forget, does that mean I'm going to get a 6-figure or a 7-figure deal for this book?

I rose up Tired in my flesh Getting old now I'm so lucky

My last poem and my first poem and all of my poems in between won't be published until I die. Unless my poems are lost in the shuffle blown away by the wind or become protest poems, the type you throw on a roaring fire. I'm in that place again where I'm tired of saying the same old thing. #poetry

This place this same old place Sometimes I think the #mercury in the same old jaundiced doorside thermometers is the only thing that changes. Even then, the same old people in their aching knee-deep tracks are something closer to happier when it doesn't. This place this same old fucking #vss365

i envy those who believe in safe havens is it real to you like heaven & hell a bottle's bottom, a needle's squelch the open arms of a loving—anyone or is it the consistency of pain finding comfort in knowing your lot no surprises, no expectations your back turned to turned backs #vss365 #safehaven

a stillness you & me & the river time’s ribbon cut & loosed into the waking sky, all grey & blind to our suns hidden beneath the steeple of cold hands a cathedral of oxeye that hum a dirge from the #safe-haven of the reeds shh, can you hear it? that’s where our bones will be #vss365

Half past the last train. All the station ghosts alight. One drifts into Lost Property (it's seldom locked up tight). A flock of feral umbrellas is released into the night. Tartans, polkadots & rainbows spinning over city lights. The station ghosts enjoy a little break from black & white. #vss365

Perhaps everything didn’t have to make sense. The world could be a square on a wobbly axis, making the atmosphere judder like a #rocket. Tomorrow she could wake up to snakes walking and insects talking right by her ear. Spiders telling her the secrets to how they spun their finest silk. #vss365

truth lies in the #rockets' red glare; so too in the incoherent stare of a child's underdeveloped mind. levying the souls of innocence with the weight of conscience and gold. swaddled in the burning banner until the trodden be bold #vss365