I'm victimized by their noise. The perpetual pulse of their inconsideration transports me beyond hellfire. I will weep stomach acid onto their arms to save myself. The ending will be disgust filtered through a cracked lens but at least I'll be liberated. #emoetry #vss365 #poetry

The unbearable weight of hope and faith in a world so very 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯. #Emoetry - Unbearable #Poetry #Poem #SkyPoet

Victimized? Maybe But never a victim I choose my own life #Emoetry #Prompt #Victimized #Senryu #Haiku #Poetry #Micropoetry #Trauma #Courage #Healing #Resilience

distraction victimizes with hungry monsters humanity dying slowly in a dark, barely a spark or pulse remaining we wake each day fortified against a what can be next feeling inescapable mistrust as plundering continues unabated entire futures transported to off shore accounts #vss365 #emoetry

The science of disdain was memorized in sepia grief. The knowledge is unbearable. Cortisol overwhelms the balance of life. I'm breaking my heart with my own clenched fists. I hope I choke on the pieces. #vss365 #emoetry #poetry

Steampunk daydreaming of a clockwork cathedral Twisted mass time warp. #WeirdMicro #ClockworkCathedral #haiku #senryu

sun swallowed running to flaming colors as lust invades the mind and scatterings around me remind me to follow this honest reflection allowing the mirror to shine #poet #poetry #writerslife

Evening drips, to so-called morning; night’s alias, before the sunrise. My anger, is at nothing; so I rail at God, because he won’t get mad. Ugliness, erupts in me like a vine; and I hide my face, from the night sky. #sijo

The world tastes of sewage as I gnaw on its circumference. My rage isn't tender; it's jagged as the stepping stones leading to Hell. Systems fail by numbers as they were destined to. My fiddle is broken so I play the bones of my nameless youth, crying and giggling. #emoetry #vss365 #poetry

At some point in one’s life the #number of yesterdays becomes greater than the number of your tomorrow's. Cherish the today's. Fill them with joy,seek for that which warms a heart . Until every last one of your yesterday’s blazes so bright that it lights up every one of your tomorrow's #vss365

there’s an art to leaving a room without closing the door let the air finish what you couldn’t say

Possibly the hardest part, After excavating deep down, Is learning how to be gentle How to be #tender with yourself Because the decades of defenses Walls built up to protect Have left innermost selves Completely vulnerable, naked, And completely defenseless #Poetry #Emoetry #PoetsOfBlueSky

The school yard is whispering of the seesaw myth. I'm under the geometric dome, believing it all. We're all caught between the tragedy of yesterday and the paranoia of tomorrow. I've made peace with the sappiness but my heart is still candy and the playground outgrows me. #vss365 #emoetry #poetry

It can be tough It can seem impossible But if you try If you focus on one reason I think you will find The strength you require

Told generational lies Princesses swept away to lives that were enchanting. Fairytales by sold manufacturers magazines, mothers fathers all enabling the #myth That little girls grew to be beautiful fulfilling their dreams and hopes. Only to find them shattered on kitchen floors of reality. #vss365

The petrichor of morning rain Dewdrop mists dangling With many a magical #myth Expand my sight expand my mind I become a time traveller Of pasts and futures From cave walls To quill and computer screen My stories tales and fables, live #vss365

thinking can kill the soul if the heart is ignored

remnant dream bits i awake with these maps of where you've been

; the fiery hues of autumn fade into winter - a pallette of greys. #dailyhaikuprompt #faded #winter #autumn #nature #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #poetrysky #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity

We once let ourselves soak in the boundless rapture of xylophones and rattles. Now we force ourselves to magnetize to bullets that feign welcoming. Can we ever again measure the moments between life and nothing? We let the noise fill our lungs. It's time to cough at last. #emoetry #vss365 #poetry

#emoetry #rapture #poetry #writingcommunity #blueskypoets

We were literature, opened to climaxes and dedications Our flesh was bruised in clockwork risk. We tended to our wounds like caffeinated flies just to stumble again in digitized laughter. The craft of youth is a slapdash dream; our hands harden in the paranoia of birth. #vss365 #emoetry #poetry

Laid a wreath over a child’s grave the innocent laughter the chatter all gone in minutes Why? All ‘coz of holy land where a few books of holy #literature told horrible tales Children of lesser gods subjugated to lies bred in fear stood guard over doctrines of hate ~rev #vss365

spin the words practice the art more black coffee some ground flower a pause at a cold and rainy Monday mundane is mendacity, an ignoring of soul embrace how we are we now onto some prompts and tufted bits of silly twisted into a surreal neo parable of folly as a teacher addressing the grey

I thought survival meant staying alive turns out it’s learning to laugh when nothing’s funny

a simple wish for #paranoid dreams then life wouldn't be real writing has marred the wall in florid, weeping ink tragic #literature for the illiterate memories & reveries lie inertly #curly like dead leaves too brittle for a scrapbook #vss365 #whistpr #emoetry

I talk to the rain like it owes me something it doesn’t it just keeps falling no judgment no receipt just the clean indifference I wish I could learn

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