I am both the prayer and the blasphemy that answers it. ▫️#PoeticConfession #PoetryThreads #SpiritualWriting #LyricalThoughts

Some truths arrive dressed as heartbreak. ▫️#PoetThoughts #EmotionalAlchemy #WritersOnX #WritersOfBsky

Every scar is a stanza that refused to stay silent. ▫️#PoetryOfTheSoul #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #DarkPoetry

The moon doesn’t ask permission to be seen. Neither should you. ▫️#PoetryCommunity #LyricalWriting #WritersLife #PoeticVoice

We are all just poems pretending to be people. ▫️#PoetryThreads #WritersOfBsky #LyricalWriting #CommunityOfWords

The house exhaled — and the candles went out. #poetry #writingcommunity

Every crow in Salem remembers the smoke. #poetry #writingcommunity

The wind carried a scream too old to belong to me. #poetry #writingcommunity

The spell worked — the shadows haven’t stopped following me since. #poetry #writingcommunity

So if you find peace in cemeteries, or comfort in the sound of rain hitting headstones — don’t flinch from that. It doesn’t make you strange. It makes you honest. Read the full essay on Unclaimed Ink: open.substack.com/pub/wordsbym... #MAllshouse #SpookySeason #Macabre #Darkwriting #traumawriting

I woke with whispers stitched into my skin. #poetry #writingcommunity

The night hummed with voices no wind could carry. #poetry #writingcommunity

To write is to crave communion—to demand witness. You take something sacred, maybe even private, and speak it into permanence. You make it immortal, and that act alone changes you. The page doesn’t just reflect; it consumes. open.substack.com/pub/wordsbym... #PoetryCommunity #AutumnAtmosphere

The wallpaper shifted, patterns crawling like insects. #poetry #writingcommunity

Tonight, I signed my second publishing contract — Heretic Psalm: Liturgy of the Unkept. A collection born from defiance, faith, and the ache of becoming. This one is not about healing — it’s about resurrection.

The floorboards moan like something trapped beneath them. #poetry #writingcommunity

October draped the sky in ash and omen. #poetry #writingcommunity

A dim hallway, a half-open door, a whisper of movement behind the curtains—these are more effective than any gore or violence. The mind fills the gaps with its own horrors, drawing from memory, imagination, and deep-seated anxieties. open.substack.com/pub/wordsbym... #spookyseason #poetrycommunity

The mirror cracked, but the reflection kept moving. #poetry #writingcommunity

The silence had footsteps. #poetry #writingcommunity

The candle bent toward a name I never spoke aloud. #poetry #writingcommunity

My ribs creak like coffin lids every time I breathe. #poetry #writingcommunity

The ghost in the mirror smiles wider than I do. #poet #writingcommunity

Some days, healing feels like vandalizing the ruins instead of rebuilding them. #poetry #writingcommunity #poet

Every poem begins as a splinter: small, sharp, impossible to ignore. #poetry #writingcommunity #poetry

I write because silence has edges, and the longer I sit with it, the deeper it cuts. #poetry #writingcommunity #poet

I still wear tenderness like borrowed clothing— unsure if it fits, but desperate to feel warmth. #Poetry #BorrowedSoftness

To name it was to let it live outside me— and I wasn’t sure I was ready to be free. #Poetry #NamingIsFreedom

Some days healing is loud— others, it’s a quiet I almost mistake for emptiness. #Poetry #QuietRecovery

I never needed forever. I needed a hand that didn’t flinch when I offered it the most fractured parts of me. #Poetry #SteadyHands

I only ever wanted to be read the way I write myself— with trembling hands, and a reverence for ruin. #Poetry #ReadMeSoftly #writer

I’ve been called too angry by the ones who handed me the match. #PoeticRage #BurnedByDoctrine

Two voices. Two wounds. One haunting echo. They’ll Know Where to Find Us. The dual drop now live. www.facebook.com/share/p/16iA...

Some drown in silence. Some drown in plain sight. Emotional Waterboarding. Full piece on Substack. www.wordsbymallshouse.substack.com

"The only remnant of a psyche never allowed to bloom." The first spark from a shared reckoning. Our dual poem drop is live now—two voices, one ache. #theyllknowwheretofindus 🖤 Read it on Facebook.

they’ll know where to find us. a seat in the pew. a hand at the curb. this Thursday, we meet grief and grace halfway. 🕊️ a dual drop by M. Allshouse & Michele Jones #PoetryCommunity #PoemDrop #TheyllKnowWhereToFindUs

You can’t unlove someone you wrote into your bones. You just learn to live around the ache. #Poetry #BoneWritten #writers

I stopped explaining myself when I realized some people only listen to reply— never to understand. #Poetry #UnspokenNow #writers

they’ll know where to find us— one saving a seat in the pew, the other waiting in the street. not holiness, exactly. just something holy. a dual drop by M. Allshouse & Michele Jones. 🖤 #PoetryDrop #TheyllKnowWhereToFindUs #Poets #PoetsOfBlueSky

I’ve opened new doors. ✨ You can now find me on Lemon8 and TikTok ✨ Both will be soft sanctuaries. Come sit with me. Search @wordsbymallshouse on both. Your presence is the softest kind of affirmation. #PoetryCommunity #EmotionalArt #LyricalVoice #WordsByMAllshouse

There are those born soft. And those born hungry. And sometimes, they meet in the clearing between choice and instinct. #PoeticVisuals #MetaphorInMotion #DarkPoetry #VisualVerse #PoetryPrompt #SoftVsSavage #WritingThroughShadows #PoetryThreads #WordsByMAllshouse

💔 “Litany for the Tongue-Bitten Woman”—for those who swallowed pain and called it patience. (Substack) 🔥 “Long Live the King”—for the man who mistook the crown for virtue. (IG) Link in bio #PoetryDrop #LitanyAndLies #WordsByMAllshouse #PoeticRuin #EmotionalAlchemy

The crown never made him worthy. But sure—long live the king. Poem drops at 10AM. IG knows where the fire’s buried. Instagram.com/wordsbymallshouse #poetry #poem #longlivetheking

For the ones who pray in poetry, and grieve in chords. A playlist for altar-makers and bone-shakers. Sleep Token at its root. Confession, resurrection, and everything in between. Now playing at the top of the Linktree. Let the offering begin. 🎧🕯️

Boundaries shouldn’t feel like punishment. But sometimes healing looks like exile. Thursday, we grieve the crown. #Poetry #Griefwork #HereticPsalm #NewDrop

Power isn't inherited. It's carved out—scar by scar. The teaser for Long Live the King is live. Full drop this Thursday on IG/FB. #PoetryDrop #PoeticRituals #LongLiveTheKing #IndiePoet #WritingCommunity

Your love was a tomb..... If this resonated with you come join me on which ever platform holds your ache the best.... linktr.ee/wordsbymallshouse #poetry #emotionalhealing

Step inside the threshold. Poems that ache. Truths that unravel. A sanctuary built in stanzas. www.wordsbymallshouse.org #PoetryCommunity #IndieAuthor #SpokenInStanzas #WordsByMAllshouse #PoetrySanctuary #WritersOfThreads #LiteraryLife #WritingAsRitual #PublishedPoet

She wore the crown and the cap. She ruled and she laughed—until they forgot she was watching. #LongLiveTheKing The next poem drops Thursday. Come see what happens when the monarch bites back. (Link will be in bio on Thursday.)

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