#cats got your tongue they all own it collectively each time they pass your taste apparatus calls "pspsps" as to confess its allegiance and it's greatest taste in adoring the regal adorableness that is cats #vss365

Bought a ticket for Jalen Ngonda's Warsaw show in August. It's around my birthday. Can't wait! ^^

there lazingly devoid of care devout maiden of sofa won't fly from her perch so far as can be thrown lovingly embroiled in some sort of spat with the ever so patient cold floor lonesomely sinking further into comfort and maybe she'll fall further still maybe words could move her maybe nothing will

I would... write, but I sit here, at ends with each sentence, searching for a keepsake's remembrance, the testament's last... rite, this e x c r u t i a t i n g l y slow death of the art — no, that's not... right, much as it often hurts to give a fuck about, it's me who dies. Poems live on without.

Held In Tension by C.M. Shevek. A poetry collection available for free here: mega.nz/file/rt5RiBT... The cover art was designed by @paulwelsh89.bsky.social, taking inspiration from the title poem Held In Tension. It was written over a period of deconstruction + transformation, may it give you hope.

Some pains painted painless, acts endorsed by endorphins, orgasms or exercising. When shortness of breath, sounds so enticing, I'd say I've chosen wisely. #vss365 #endorse

I #mediate spats between my needs and wants, running losing races like two left feet. (I fuse loose musings for my own amusement.) I trip, lose the race, shoelaces loosened. I lost so much already, so I'm footloose. #vss365

Understated — the sweaty #splendor of hard earned respite where despite goals seeming distant perspired perservered #vss365

Had a lot of fun moments during another long session of @monikerpoems.bsky.social 's D&D campaign, playing as Niharika Love the political intrigue going on, and the table is really fun to roleplay with. I absolutely gotta doodle the moment when Niharika scared a guy shitless during interrogation

Seasonality delightful as pink blossoms we're ephemeral #haiku 💕

#Kiss it better? As if. What a silly belief. You may try a kiss so light as to only delight, however something tells me, Am I wrong? kisses don't belong among bitter pills of medicine. Rather when I'm kissing and being kissed in turn I'm hissing for your lips burn. #vss365

At the pawn shop browsing through the pans young punk rejects all sleazy puns. Round skillets he seamlessly disregards — too full of themselves. Feeling resigned, goes back to square ones, tho it irks to call them kettles. These metals really testing his mettle, but he knows he'll have to settle.

Mon amour, now #unmoored, let go to see new sights. We bid them leave, as not to live so tethered to their mast. But as we breathe, we won't forgive if horrors come to pass. We stay awake. For goodness sake, return home safe to us! #vss365

I got to run a #DnD one-shot in a setting I've had in my head for 7 years. Feels euphoric to give life to this world, which I've carried so close for so long. And I feel like I've managed to adapt it to fit around the characters of my players, giving them some joy as well. Future one-shots ahoy!

#SenseWrds 64 I delect in the sin having stolen emergency supplies dissolution on my tongue the undoing of vows I need to remember lest I come to regret this last hidden stash of chocolate

I would love to get up today, get a job, earn some cash, swim about, make a big splash, but reality's harsh and I'd rather lash out on my socials @ clownfish in #slapdash rants bout the issues, like the dying coral reefs, which I wish mattered more to the big fish. Man, I wish... #vss365

From Renée Nicole Macklin Good's #poem: now i can’t believe— that the bible and qur’an and bhagavad gita are sliding long hairs behind my ear like mom used to & exhaling from their mouths “make room for wonder”— 💔 #RIP #MakeRoomForWonder #Poetry #Peace💔 poets.org/2020-on-lear...

At some silly symposium some attempted synthesis of poetry and science. The agitated chatter somehow all in #symphony, talk about lack of money. In the back of this choir, that long forgot its chorus, Somnus sleeps harmonious. #vss365

"What happens to a #dream deferred?," Langston Hughes once asked, looking perhaps like me into an empty flask. I have simmered on his words, dynamite of want ready to blow. Whatever happens happens. It often seems explosions end up being just for show. #vss365

As a form of monikerpoems wrapped I can proudly say I wrote ~75 #blueskyrelay poems/stories this year, (and hosted 14 days,) which is not a lot, (I took long breaks and stuff,) but I'm still happy with the statistic. ^^ again, thanks for the prompt @poetguygabe.bsky.social! It's been lots of fun!

Two oh two six already looking bleak. I think I will take it day by day, week by week.

#Okapi What a lovely animal to learn about, I can only hope I did a justice for this one. Thank you @monikerpoems.bsky.social for promoting my awareness about this cutie. #poetry

#SenseWrds 63 Upkeep The world saw battles, but at last, the dust settles. The last stone is cast. The victors get to pick up what's left of the past and forge their new paths. So here I am — Atlas, making sure nothing's lost. Someone's got to pay the vast cost.

I hang up the laundry on the strings to dry, I #air out my laundry for the neighbours to see, I hope some of the laundry might just disappear, but I pick up the laundry and it's all there and clean. I wish all this laundry wasn't mine, wasn't me. #vss365

Christmas Eve table set with Coca-cola branded glass You'd expect there to be sharp contrast. But what do I know? Giddy up let's go! Enjoy the show!

#SenseWrds 62 thinking back to summertime, eat a lil' sumthin' sumthin' with the sweetest wine, complain it's still too bitter

Dashing — through — the snow! — Oh no! We sleighed too hard!

#SenseWrds 61 Used to climb this tree at 5 years old. Its branches easily held my world. Nowadays I listen, hear it strain. With age comes weight and growing pain. In its trunk, in my bone, oh, how heavy we've both grown. But seeing it, nevertheless, I get to feel somewhat weightless.

#SenseWrds 60 This paintbrush pressed to open wound, shows me where it hurts

#SenseWrds 59 that day friend said 'it is what it is' in a tired voice I wished to speak, chime in, perhaps offer some recourse it struck me then, that all I'd do is add to all the noise 'it is what it is,' a simple phrase made me lost for words I stood silent by my friend feeling I was exposed

Yearly pokemon out of #gingerbread and a nod towards my favourite christmas movie.

Success or? No one will speak to me bout my great successes No one can follow me to my mind's recesses Who next to carry on my brain's thought processes? Who new to come upon my many lived lessons? Someone please find time to note down my presence Anyone give a dime & preserve my essence #vss365

#SenseWrds 58 They call it morning haze when spotting nightmare with toothbrush sticking out in the bathroom mirror when spotting spider's careful cobweb weaved within an upper nook when washing face find old mascara (it's the spider again) accepting how things look

#SenseWrds 57 Was Orpheus good with the lyre or was he that good a liar? Like these actors now professing love in their played part, was it all staged from the start? To show us how easily her hopes could come apart? Surely, if he loved her like his lyre, they wouldn't ever part?

I'm sad to see it go, but I'm happy to have been a part. Thank you for the wonderful year of relay, Gabe! Take care!

from my lips to your lips tactile whisper of affairs illicit, we hang on words, wisps, throes #vss365 #blueskyrelay

Bleeding – there is no stemming this flood Stay here and watch my words bleeding out Nothing can really sew this wound shut At least you're here to see me bleed out Seeing the end of this tale Seizing what time I have left Hear this #soliloquy I make Maybe you'll avoid my mistake #vss365

Machine told me I'm 70 years of #age I can't hide. I was slightly irked. But I'll choose to treat it as a perk. The robots don't yet know how I work! #blueskyrelay #spotifywrapped

I listen to CDs I own mostly, but here's the Spotify. I didn't think it'd still be Adrian Younge this year... especially as of late I'm obsessed with Yazmin Lacey. I listened to Haute & Freddy songs a lot, but since they only have 6 songs, they're not even in my top 5 artists. #SpotifyWrapped

#SenseWrds 56 But stranger, I'd venture, to say this feels like surrender as we wave goodbyes and avert our eyes I wish I wish we weren't quite this busy I wish these moments came by easy so as trains depart it's with broken heart that I miss... I just miss...

#SenseWrds 55 Every true musician, sweet cherub babe with a tiny lute stringing along notes... Now, ain't that cute?

I wonder bout one who said chivalry is dead. Was it really that thunderous instantaneous dread? that knight #chivalrous guiltless took to guillotine lost his head? or perhaps chivalry was figment? and only now we notice tis a beastly hand that fed us stories of gallant men who fought & bled #vss365

#SenseWrds 54 crying over glass of wine, stained the carpet, cut my feet. I was told to relax. did and now regretting it. so thirsty, headache nursing hear the guests sing glass keeps breaking in my hands really hoping this hell ends

As with every well-planned arson, the spark took its time. It would be wrong to say it started here, now lit in a second or even with the thought two days prior. No, it started decades earlier, small child smiled looking at the fire. #blueskyrelay

I would like to keep it transparent, I am just that what you see. Feel free to sieve through my being, shine inquisitive over me. You will find passion, I'm certain, something reflecting from within. Won't get at its #aphotic essence– it remains alien, even to me. #vss365

#SenseWrds 53 idyllic field marred in a murder, single crow disturbs the silence

#SenseWrds 52 As the cat waddled by glint of light caught its eye and it thought this, I'm certain, something hides in the curtain, so it pounced on the fabric with claws.

What's that, Mr. Wordsworth? As a cloud you wandered lone? In that case, I'd hope the sky saved room for one more I want to join you in your 'emotion recollected in tranquility' I don't believe this means solitude's a necessity so if your poem I may recite, take me with, let's depart. #blueskyrelay

#SenseWrds 51 Steady me as I fall at mercy of your hands to think you're no god but I'm remade speechless rendered some unholy mess

#SenseWrds 50 I think we'll keep polluting and I'd think maybe until something lays waste to our wasteful ways, but I fear what mess we'll make before that something comes or what if it's all up to us.