Years reflecting years Until twisted and well warped. A melting funhouse. #haikufeels #reflect

Sweet, soft, in sing-song, The harried man finds his peace. At last, at last, hush. #Haikufeels #hush

Caught in the fire. Screaming, suffocating, burnt, Clamouring from the urn. #haikuhorrorprompt #urn

Giving it time, no solution? Go ahead and start a grassroots revolution. Pull up the stakes and hail the mighty warriors; "we are all failing but presume to be victorious." Okay. Well, not quite like that. Upon further #reflection I'd settle for a peaceful intercession. #vss365

I like writing horror but it is increasingly hard to write anything convincing these days, what with the climate closing in and the rise of hatred and stupidity. At this point the eldritch whispering is a lullaby. The slasher a mercy. The ghosts? Waiting, not wailing, for us to join them.

Severed limb swinging, Swinging in the midday sun. Has no smell about it As the colder season has begun. Where did the body go, If it left this fell piece behind? And why does it wave to me, As if it's me it's hoping to find? #poetry #bitsandpieces

Sun, Though I turn my face toward you, a flower I am not. What do you see? Down here I can work without cease, toiling, to see you. And yet for you all I am is flutter upon the surface of the Earth, destined to flee the moment you blink. No way to join you in our lonely sky. #poetry #lonesome

Who the fuck is Dave Ramsey and why won't he shut the fuck up? Gods I hate the media for pushing his shillbilly nonsense. #money #news

Dead end after end, As the road winds further 'round The lost driver's neck. #haikuhorrorprompt #haiku #senryu

I think a re-examination of why the protests led my MLK jr. and the efforts of Malcolm X as well as certain other activist organisations all worked together during the Civil Rights "Era" is an order. I think there is a confusion behind how civil disobedience works and what peaceful protests do.

Nothing will ever quite capture that moment again. Nothing will ever quite make the heart flutter the same way. But that is the beauty of it; how temporary it is. How unique. Even other eyes won't fill their hearts the same way.

3 am, #blur on the radio and I'm coming down from where I've been for a while now. Just for a while now. Bloodshot eyes make the world a rosy pink and the nostalgia hits like the backdraft of a car on a speedway. Drifting nowhere. But closing in. And I feel pins and needles. #vss365

"Get in here," Harry grumbled, waving the quivering person inside. It was the neighborly thing to do and Zane was technically the source of at least three wine bottles in Harry and Xander's cabinet. Harry offered Zane a wine glass in the dark. Zane preferred to be scared and sober. #spook

Zane started as Harry's door opened, the thunder crashed, and power went out on the whole street simultaneously. Even Harry squeaked a scream. Both took a moment to catch their breath before Harry half-hissed an obvious question. Zane had come over because they were scared of the storm. #spook

A tipple, only with wine, was just what Harry needed with the storm overhead. The clap of thumder and knock of wood startled the man, however, and caused his wineglass to slosh. A shame. Brow furrowed, he set his glass down and marched to the door without questioning the oddity of the time. #spook

The sky split open as thunder peeled through the atmosphere. But the house remained unchanged, of course, but for the man who sat within. He was clutched to a bottle of wine, his heart pounding for the storm as his mind urged for drink. That would be the ticket, he thought, and set about it. #spook

If the Rapture were to happen I would never know, for none I walk among are innocent.

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Standing here at the edge of the universe. What life there is all slowly draining out. Going cold in the entropy. But the souls that fuel the fire Number fewer than before And there is no replacement For those lost And freely given. We stand alone.

It's okay though, because in the end this is what he grovelled for, what he advocated, and what he wished upon others. Anyway, pumpkin spice season.

I hope he dies.

Balmy morning dew, The breeze plays from the cold north. Even squirrels pause. #dailyhaikuprompt (refreshing) #senryu

Weathered under stars Twinkling over turning leaves. Our last years of autumn. #dailyhaikuprompt (chill) #haiku

Generations flow Toward our inevitable. Mogami river. #haiku #senryu #nichijou

They claim to be my children. They wear the faces of the people in the photographs I don't remember hanging on my wall. They plead their love for me, but I have never had a child. Even my reflection lies; saggy and worn? No, a trick. I'll wake up from this, soon. I hope. #horrorprompt degradation

Down in the willows where the sun don't shine. That's where I left it when I lost my mind. I said no. Nobody can take me home. They might have tried once, once upon a time, but now no. There's nowhere left to go. #poem #poetry #blues

The rafters above the stage were peaceful above the roiling production below. Tom was waiting for the cue and adjusting his understudy's garb; the restraints, the gag, and the noose. "You remember your lines?" The understudy glared. "Good, don't choke," and kicked him over the side. #horrorprompt

Cracked and broken, bleeding on the ground. He had had a good run. The world was now too changed and he had fallen. Trampled. Flattened by the tide of a moaning crowd. They moaned for more. He moaned for #mercy, but it did not come. And his body, twisted, creaked and moaned for more. #horrorprompt

For a moment, A brief, unadulterated moment, She was flying, #Lifted. So high above the world below, Breathless, Full of life and longing, Regret and sorrow, Joy But not hope. And then, When the realisation set in, She was gone. Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn. #horrorprompt

A new workout shirt that tells it like it is.

We build our four walls For all that we wish to keep, Yet found in freedom. #haikufeels #keep

The thin corridor hadn't seen a footstep for nigh on a millennia, not from a human, at least. Everywhere the fine sheen of #gossamer webs drifting in the disquieting breeze shimmered. Ramy stepped forward and the webbing, so thin, yet stuck to him, slowing him down. Easier to catch. #horrorprompt

Living in chaos When all we sought to order Was just a pizza. #haikufeels #order

She held her breath and dived, headfirst, into the glass and now her many entrails are spread out through the grass. And though she'd never know it Death scored her 8 of 10, because her form was nearly perfect and her entry so even. #horrorprompt windshield

Stapled in his suppled skin; eyelets, two columns in their rows. Then threaded with the velvet lace, criss-crossed just like a shoe. Pulled tight to draw his skin across his chest, his stomach, and his below. Those laces tied up in a pretty bow. Oh, it's Christmas in July. #horrorprompt

Her hair fell through his hands like ebony waterfalls. He cradled the strands, caressing them with a glee tinted in sorrow. She called him many rude things when he snipped away her beautiful locks. Just a few! And now her hair goes in a velvet bag, beside the last woman's. Only fair. #horrorprompt

The wind whistled, kicking up flurries of powdery, thin snow on the permafrost. Edie couldn't spare the time to appreciate it, though, she had to move. Keep moving. At all costs. Behind her the tundra thundered and shook; each move of the thawing titan breaking the earth. #horrorprompt #tundra

"Crack!" Uncle Bobby shouted as the shotgun blasted him to chunks. The campfire cackled as the kids reeled in silent shock. The shooter stepped out of the shadows and took aim again. "Ya'll tellin' scary stories?" The man taunted, "well now you're in one." #horrorprompt

The last tree stood high Between bald hills of coarse grass. It dreamt of forests. #dailyhaikuprompt #lonely

The wave of unease I felt when I entered his house. Symbols, flags, in casual #idolatry. Casual, of course, because I was the odd one out here; everyone else was just as onboard. I had to grin and bear it. This was the only way to try to get my friend back, to connect on this level. #vss365

The words. The words were first. One-by-one they changed to something soft-padded, illiterate, less harsh for the consumer. Then the images, crimes against humanity described with cheer against smiling families on grass. Unserious, disconnected. Yet my worries dismissed as apophenia. #horrorprompt

The stage stretched before her. Writhing multitudes clamoured for her song as she set her lips to the mic. She sighed. The music didn't start, but her voice rang out. The crowd heaved and moaned, their hands grasping at her as the notes clanged in cacophony. Song turned to screams. #horrorprompt

Tom's knuckles were raw from the punch and the scrubbing. The clown bastard had jumped out at him and his reflexes kicked in, but now the grease paint wasn't coming off as he tried to control his anger. It looked like it was spreading. Was it? He was starting to feel funny. #horrorprompt

Behind the hand's palm, The windows to the soul shine But not upon me. #haikufeels #hide

Placed before him on the table. No longer beating. Smelling of the grill and another animal's meat. They smiled and bade him, eat. Eat. Eat. And his stomach lurched in odious hunger. His mouth watered as his hands slithered away from him to grab it. He would eat. #horrorprompt #vsshorror

It's just a day. Not even a particularly good one.

It's hard to explain "social capacity" without it sounding offensive. Like, how does one tell others "I think we would be friends for a long time if I didn't already have 10-12 and of them only 6 I can handle keeping in contact with regularly" and have that go down well? #thoughts

Her chest rises, falls. Soothing silk smooths the hard edge, Lifts the heavy heart. #haikufeels - Sigh

Thin line between All what was and all will be. In that line our lives; Transition, change, and strides. From spring to summer, fall And winter, to its thaw. We live and die And die to live And change from Big to small. #liminal #vss365 #poem

"Republicans are doing it, but it's the Democrats' fault." #news #headlines