We are not meant to be extensions of blue light, perpetually exposed to the outrage curated by billionaires. The 24/7 news cycle is a disease. We willingly expose ourselves as if it were a law handed down by a licked boot. Disconnection is rebellion. #emoetry #vss365 #poetry

I walked the #countryside 's rolling hills looking for that #region of release— a #catharsis I couldn't feel even the evening's blazing sky seemed #outraged by its own demise A deep #sip of rural air could not assuage my addled mind I had broken a #law of my own design the only healer— time.

we are fed noise factories our womb quiet becomes a myth the conjuncts between what is and what is expected are often wrought iron glory twistings bedewed lewd and angled as angels might if they were flesh and blood if they had a soul too like we do dissonance is a weapon against homo gestalt

Title: “To what end, I ask.” anti-entropy concentrated potential multitudes without #senryu #poem #poetry

I fall in love with November rain, the wet leaf piles littering paths, the mirror puddles like lakes I must paddle- just the sound, just the cleansing, can’t explain it #bedroomeyes #poetry

I'm speaking a different language today. The whimpering becomes a whisper on the infant breeze. I'm dripping moonlight to ease the nauseated ghosts. Catharsis is divinity and my veins are filled with pearls. #vss365 #emoetry #poetry

#vss365 baggage in places people displaced and a clock that tells the wrong time covered faces (again) people at distances the pandemic language is endemic in the worn out old signs and sighs of lungs scarred from hacking rough coughs it was small enough RNA climbing on the ladder of our DNA

News can be toxic In pages of wickedness. Junk propaganda. #emoetry [nauseous] #haiku

ship-sickness is inspired by the following prompt words: #nauseated #Emoetry @fafo-poets-society.bsky.social @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social‬ #history @youngliz.bsky.social #vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social

#vss365 The Melting Hours Language shivers cold, unclothed. It seeks warmth in sentences, stitched from the skins of unsent letters. Vowels melt, night drips inkless. On the windowsill, steam conjugates breath. I wake, wordless, while the room speaks in untethered tongues. #language

the noisy ate us a nauseated quiet another day in the salt mine world of go go go get your kicks paid for by someone else your level of tolerance and acceptance to imbalance tells us what kind of person you may be what kinds of wares you collect being aware here soul and sick bag skin #emoetry

Vertigo (revisited) the floor sea is rising the walls are a-tilt now everything is boxes like Tetras or Lego city rebuilt; I live in Inception without Leo or Joe shifting in nausea until my ship is brought low #emoetry #poetry

(a revisit) The liminal criminal sighs, Caught between shadows and lies. A future that he denies, The liminal criminal sighs. No clear path before his eyes, As daylight begins to rise. The liminal criminal sighs, Caught between shadows and lies. #blueskyrelay #Liminal #poetry #Triolet

A history is told in sunsets and hospital beds. Therein lies the broken hourglass, leaking black holes. Some people say they marvel in the push and pull but Sisyphus is crying today. The gutter snarls a siren song and the stars snuff themselves in shame. #vss365 #emoetry #poetry

something happened today a dangerous flicker of hope emerged i must not let it blossom to wildfire keep it small don't expect don't conflagrate but admit could be more could be future #poetry #hope

Summer is a marvelous caramel a blood sugar magic when November stir pot glow dreamed of salt tight skin a raw state without words nor needing any remembering the shady tops of trees splendid undulates, velvet belled symphony spoon i coffee mused window fleeting daylight shadow slow #emoetry

Gentle hush in the Amber light of streetlamp glow, As two souls part ways. #BSPP47 #AmberLight #GentleHush #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @blueskypoetry.bsky.social

#vss365 Threadless kites We rise against the wind of life Leaving behind trails of scattered #history Of broken heroes and dogged dreams

When I was young, I was obsessed with geography. Atlases were strewn across my bedroom floor. I was trying to find myself in the lifeless noise as I dealt with a grief that reached beyond the world. I eventually tore the maps from my walls. Poetry replaced the eyes. #vss365 #emoetry #poetry

The seed beneath frost waits inside the noise of melting frost, feels warmth through restless cold, listens to earth sensing light, presses upward without hesitation, trusting darkness to loosen, growing even when unseen, rising blindly toward bloom. #OurPoetryX #prompt inside the noise #amwriting

I’ve written this poem a million times, describing the lifeless life- I’ve lived it, endured it, in my go no where to avoid fights and my stop doing this, maybe I won’t be torn apart, I just existed and thought my idealist thoughts, wasting so much living #emoetry #poetry #domesticviolence

- we are lost and seeking in a foreign place your face erased all the need it once held seeping between my knees until all that remains is a porcelain slate absent the geography i once knew too well incapable of emotion or retained desire to relearn the language. - #vss365 #poetry #read

I'm shattering words in cathartic jolliness. The garbage is burned and the streets empty. I couldn't be happier if I were famous for my scabs. I am alone. The bridges become martyrs. #emoetry #vss365 #poetry

"Beautiful Is My World" In the blue light Where clouds do part I saw your smile Brightened my day Where the sun shines Here the flowers grow I saw all in bloom Beautiful is my world

linoleum hiss— bloodied feathers in white noise #haiku #haikupoem #prompt #haikupoetry #poetry #poem #blueskypoet #blueskypoetry #dailyhaikuprompt #haikuhorrorprompt (creeping) #vss365 #vssdaily #senryu #haikuwriter #horror

"Electrocity Beats" It was a hum in the air Sent to where you did play With the sun in the sky And not a cloud up high You had the world at your feet As you played each beat To all that would listen This is our generation Shout it loud and make it happen

I don’t care about accommodating an algorithm. Because it is a flawed system made by flawed people to vet popularity contests. You shouldn’t care about it either because it contributes to a negative self-worth culture that shouldn‘t exist.

Grandpa’s Wake Too much whiskey left for the usual family #ambience all the “remember when” stories oozed through linoleum- at heart, we were grateful- escaping finality’s grip while alcohol fuels regressive demeanor and it’s easier to suppose we are dysfunctional and mentally ill. #poetry

I've been educated in let downs and ghost stories. The earth writes death threats on a chalk board. I absorb it all, eager to turn disdain into a chicken scratch manifesto. I've never been a true idealist; faint feelings of hope are always usurped by volatile chemicals. #vss365 #emoetry #poetry

2264 Every step matters even the ones that go backwards #poetry

The walls contort in this domestic pain. Floorboards harass peace into white flag flashbacks. I become merciless, soaking my bones in velvet gunfire. Life cannot coexist with a death that sings off key. I weep inside the inverted forever until I grasp what healing means. #vss365 #emoetry #poetry

I am becoming the monster once locked away in my own heart. Fissured hands grope for time. I twist until screams converge with choirs. My tears are hellfire, my voice is armageddon. I write and the creatures scatter in anxiety. #emoetry #vss365 #poetry

I flatter the pain by staring at an hourglass until my eyes contort into a clouded infinity. Depression is a cutthroat business; every defeatist thought is a bullet fired into the corpse of the universe. The brain buries itself in a mirror, burning. #emoetry #vss365 #poetry

. Defeated; drowning in a sea of coincidences. . #oddlyme #Emoetry #defeated #poetry #micropoetry #monoku

- high noon watching vultures descend negotiating the air, all wings and patience, each turn a quiet contract here upon this scorched land we once called us the bones collect death conducts its business without need of words. - #vss365 #poetry #read

needle to groove music fills space time forgets no one wayward hearts at play this dark place echoes a night abandoned our hearts forever state keep the beat’s pace when rapidly summoned tired of delay we dancers embrace turning in tandem eternity in haste promise traced in grace simply random

I shiver in a spiderweb as I tear away from my millionth skin. Stress and landfills push me into a zero gravity headspace. There is no edge and no beginning. The past and future collide on a Halloween morning. I'm terrified but somehow unbound by the mask I created. #emoetry #vss365 #poetry

edgy undresses me march hare mad hatting circular devotion daughters oceans tide sway founded a scion of friday night she whispers what why where when (I don't fucking care about the how you dig?) vanquish fish wish root calendrical pie sill daylight dusk and us pear belly sacred #emoetry

an arrow’s swift song the orphaned fawn’s desolate cries #haiku #DailyHaikuPrompt

The heart bursts open with rays of star shine. The self is gifted to the self. Defeated years saunter backwards into a primordial placenta. Hope is an eye that watches moments evolve into a singular god, worshiping their subjects. #vss365 #emoetry #poetry

Her father called it hope, but she knew it was just a ray of something softer, something that didn’t demand belief. It came through the window in the late afternoon, landing on the carpet. She didn’t reach for it. Instead, she let it warm her like the hands she missed more than she admitted. #vss365

and some days that battle cry is- I will not be defeated by this brain- I picture myself in armor with a sword charging at a the emotional outbursts- I shoot cannons at the negative stories that play again and again- I catapult stones at the dread; and then in the end, diplomacy #emoetry #poetry

Radio crackled, Her voice in the static sent Shivers through the room. #blueskyrelay #HerVoiceInTheStatic #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity

a river of time tells us to expect sylvan silt and other matrixed deposits of what we souls are stained with now we could be swimming and still get caught in a desert don't let the ocean fool us into thinking just because it's wet it means we are safe from drying out completely bones and dust

Friends, family, and I would bruise our laughter while riding in ardent sunlight. It never got quiter. Our carefree blood flowed through concrete. We would die in the light of a VHS tape's static and resurrect to the chip tune of a video game cartridge, jittery as life. #vss365 #emoetry #poetry

Walking barefoot through thunder, muttering to ghosts and gods that only he still remembers.

carefree abundant giggles kings on swings golden hour glazes wooden playground counting clouds on tiny fingers time slowing in falling leaves' rhythm #emoetry #poetry #poetrycommunity #freeverse

Somewhere Somewhere Shakespeare is dead Somewhere Emily Dickinson is dead Somewhere Mars is just a planet And neither Mars nor any writer can tell us anything So we wait We read the words here We read the words elsewhere We hope that sometime the silence will break the silence

Swept away on a Tide of isolation, born Again at sunrise. #SenseWrds #Prompt138 #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity

I had a dream last night that Taylor Swift released a metal album and it was REALLY good.