#vss365 #poetry #prose Love came along the sun rose over Jupiter Saturn & Mars But it came back from the dark side of the moon My smile then swallowed by a blackhole—whole Clouds tried to harpoon me into clear skies but even the shear #velocity of my minds heart speed, can’t bust me out

empty room a flower vase fills with loneliness Written or #Paintku Week 9 Painting: "Automat" by Edward Hopper (1927) #haiku #poetry #flowers #micropoetry #poetrysky #poetrycommunity #poetsofbluesky #loneliness

She could not slow down thought or image. the #velocity was incredible at night lying in bed. She could not read a simple book or share a simple conversation. She shut her eyes in prayer. It went on like this for several weeks. #vss365

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Archeological excavation Redefining my way to #Stellar self-actualization Disrobe my body Country of constellations Unfurl my scroll~spread me #Orbital ravenous manifestations Start with dripping wax here Exploration~The #Velocity of You: My Final Frontier #BraveWrite #vss365 #Poetry #Poem

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City nights #oilpainting #art

#vss365 #prompt Feb 25 Her heart always remained on a suborbital ballistic arc. Her crushes never reached #orbital velocity. Her flirtatious gambits always fell at 2x standard gravity. i.e. flat. She never was quite able to cross the event horizon.

Prettty pretty love poetry Hiding behind ambiguous Beginnings middles and endings I always find that one true meaning Circling floating #orbital though All about me You us Back to me This life Ouroboros Through moon starred dusky lined poetry #vss365 #poetry

touched by limerence first with my eyes I follow you overlooking these aperitifs these tangent sentimentalities my intrigue shifts #orbital I center you pin my body to the outskirts of a dissolute party dreaming of you against me entangled if nothing else #vss365

bravo! #stellar be sure u amplify it on your platform. she brushed the wine off her lips and almost lost her balance. fuc u Darla. fuc u. she went to leave and stopped when he cried out. im lonely! well. she thought aren't we all then? Billy. drink water. c u later #vss365

inspired by imperialist mentalities they decided they could not help the ones trodden under the gears so they worked simply 4 status 4 prestige 4 family 4 country. in time they became #knowingly unkind. blind. blaming the downtrodden for their condition #vss365

She was #crazed —grifting grief, the foul exhaust of a rich run. So heavy on the throttle, leaning into the lean, and all I remember is the scent of burnt rubber—traction lost on the loose, the tail swinging side to side in a desperate search for grip. #vss365 #poetry #vibe

#Vss365 #poetry Awoken by backward darkness Imp faced fireflies light the way Sullen faces haunting halos Pernicious wings fallen My feet flying—ground hiding I gasp he smirks my other half A soul soulless Love lied so I sit #mystified In a pit died-undied

stricken #crazed by an idea I must pursue before attention's span fractures into atomic weak diversions like thread coming apart when you tug leaving your longing a silvery flash 2 vanish #vss365

I go 2 you blatant my love for you stops me in my pensive world before you there was no one could drag me out of there no one now like a cat to birdsong I go everything stops when you call #blatant #vss365

2.19.26 the poison wept and ran down the forearms. a queen castigates the bishop in the shadow of the castle. the skin #mystified calls the blood to battle. we will never give in. no matter how you frighten us with your machines. she held him. could not speak. #vss365

Your #vss365 #prompt for Feb 14 is #kiss "And when he has fled - like a squirrel - his laughter still vibrates on every leaf, and you can see, startled by a bullfinch, the Golden Kiss of the Wood, gathering itself together again." 'Faun's Head', Arthur Rimbaud #14

kiss you on your orange #bouncy ears I see you. you used to perch in high places and watch me. I had to find you. 13 years on earth my beloved and now you approach me every morning. writing. I have to stop. I see you. can you please live forever? I love you #vss365

Jungle Horses #oilpainting #art

#poetry When broken waves Bounce #bouncy on seas To shores of forgotten promises Shadowing tides gasp To reach the sky for mercy Before hearts sink forever-lie Treasures under the sea Precious so out of grasp Broken promises broken sea shells Sandcastles tear away #vss365 📸 Astragal

The thing was clearly #enchanted, the ethereal glow gave that away, but what it actually was, Rory couldn’t begin to figure out. It was … well … it was … something. He hesitated getting Esme to touch it because strange things like that often had weird effects. Still, curiosity prevailed. #vss365

I want to truly live but I'm not! she complained. There There. But what if you are? The poison oak is proof that you hiked that ridge line. May be #minuscule but what about the parking ticket? You wouldn't have one if you didn't have a friend who wanted to meet you for coffee. #vss365

We were blind with it wet with it inside the foggy morning. I cut a piece out and pocketed it to touch in moments of despair. In the empire the interest rates climbed up from a base and everything out of reach. They left us to die in our phones. And then - your #kiss #vss365

Sunbathing #oilpainting #art

i could not explain away the #lacuna without consulting the gods who told me in a hundred beads fallen from my wrist in a sun shower in the middle of the night where I had been. remembering I cried. and wrote it down as fast as I could before it went out on the tides #vss365

#vss365 without a warm voice in my head can't keep those inner demons from feasting they know all my soft places know just the right words "uncomfortable" "weird" "pathetic" "unwanted" and they tear me to pieces until there's nothing left just a #lacuna where i can store my darkest thoughts

invasion of dawn over the land ... choreographed waves of influencers and who is who in a sanitized place beam out in sizzling satellite emissions then recede ... in the silence in the dark I can finally breathe. I can feel joy and heartache and love living #vss365 #dark

when the body touched down in the shallow paupers grave the earth held it like it had not been held and the face bloodless looked up blind searching the sky for the soul #touch #vss365

it was freeing seeing her reflection touching nail beds to the curve of this planet she carved each follicle uplifting her thoughts drifting farther from the #ache of memory chrome of razor catching light beneath her wrist like the lake where he drowned #vss365

#VSS365 was it lambent starlight flickering as her car sped down the freeway with the windows down music blasting through speakers or was it just her astigmatism making all lights sparkle? romanticism made her life just a little better turning a runaway into a fairytale princess

#vss365 #bones stir and awaken inside the soil night leans in to listen something ancient opens its lidless eyes

Many thanks to Ed. Jack Caradoc of @dreich.bsky.social for publishing my 4 poems and 5 senryus in Jan issue. One I’d written for a #PoemsAbout prompt; the toffee-wrapper poem for a #vss365 employed #abstraction by #removing logic to #redefine its size in The Candyman’s Trumpet🎺. #Oulens #2WordPrompt

2.9.26 all I am is breath. transparency. like the materials you chose to adorn me with. pellucidity of desire. my #bones dissolve in your embrace deep in these high count hotel casino sheets. tonight I bring you luck. I am your ace. #vss365

so pale the world becomes by the end when the shadow once integrated disintegrated #vss365 #pale

Your #vss365 #prompt for Feb 8 is #pale "The light wraps you in its mortal flame. Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way against the old propellers of the twilight that revolves around you." 'The Light Wraps You', Pablo Neruda #8

😬 🍟. #oilpainting in my sketchbook #art

The #pale morning light, fades from the pale grey sky, into the pale grey sea. #vss365

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2.7.26 before where she stood she saw what was not there. her #blood her heart made itself known in her chest pursued by the shadow she cannot best. terrified to believe she was no different than them. this inheritance of mine. can it not be sublimated for good? #vss365

2.6.26 the #wound came in various colors across the years and could not fully heal without the medicine you were unwilling to give. your apathy betrayed you. I cared less and less and less (about you). I guess it was contagious. It is sad. Yet I feel so deeply I know I've moved on. #vss365

Frustrated with her inability to find le bon mot, she'd stabbed the nib of her pen through the book. I'll have to face the damn librarian, she muttered smoothing the ragged #wound edges. But the hole enlarged, spilling words, and when exhausted, blue ink onto her guilty fingers. #vss365

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Cake and milk from the jug 😬😂 #oilpainting #art

#vss365 #poetry Worms fester in a lonely mind They don’t even tickle Tear ducts heavy Dead weight they ooze Chest so fragile It expands inwards One big #wound Silly fools know it alls Say regardless carry on Pushing you through Dead end streets No doors only traps

2.5.26 destitute unwashed unshaven uncertain if he was hallucinating a world full of apathy toward his condition he left with one charitable gaze from an otherwise insolent boy #lambent in heart #vss365

2.4.26 the photo of her fell off the wall. her mother and sister recalled it was just after breakfast. they were picking up the shattered glass. only much later did they learn she had lost her life that morning. many miles away in Vienna. #ghost #vss365

Your #vss365 #prompt for Feb 4 is #ghost "But that isn’t all. Some of my ghosts are planets. Not bright. Not young. Spiraling deep in the dusk of my body as saucers or moons pleased with their belts of colored dust & hailing no others." 'Ghosts', Kiki Petrosino #4

Your #vss365 #prompt for Feb 3 is #pain "After great pain, a formal feeling comes – The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs – The stiff Heart questions 'was it He, that bore,' And 'Yesterday, or Centuries before'?" 'After great pain, a formal feeling comes', Emily Dickenson #3

2.3.26 the #pain I endure comes less from culture wars and dissipated love or the malaise I feel in my tummy than from the minutes the hours rife with possibility I squander in the doomscrolling semiconsciousness of this our modern age #vss365