the rain on the bus is #monotonous, falling in a streaming hiss... #vss365 #poetry #haiku

your #apogee was when you were furthest from me, and I apologize #vss365 #poetry

a season has no choice in its #successor: lively spring to sweating summer, darkening fall to a wet, cold winter #vss365 #poetry

My inner #habitat— a dense #carpet of overgrowth, #hunters stalking the #bushes looking for clues, any #signal of my misplaced soul— that #illicit #orchid hidden somewhere, deep within my #bones I entice her back to reignite my spectral vessel— the ghost of me that takes over each winter.

dusty wings flutter in the dark jeweled eyes #bewitched by the lamp in the corner, its fire dancing enthrallingly. So though it knows what will come of this #illcit affair, the moth drifts ever closer #vss365 #poetry

I tried to recall Hamlet's famed #soliloquy-- It was NOT to be. #vss365 #Soliloquy #Hamlet #Shakespeare #HaikuChallenge #Haiku #Senryu #Poetry #MicroPoetry #Poems #Humor #Humour #LightVerse #Poets #PoetryCommunity

pizza is thin #consolation for the hours of torture spent in this room #vss365 #poetry

raindrops murmur to themselves, a #soliloquy of disquietude #vss365 #poetry #haiku

#magenta velvet petals crushed underfoot, tears raining from above #vss365 #poetry #haiku

she saw the future in her own way - her #augury bag was bereft of bones, instead chock-full of #chic accessories, brooches beads and buttons, so each client could wear their future #vss365 #poetry

after the storm sea glass sorted by the tide #haiku #poetry

the #chivalrous sun yields to #vespertine shadows the stars stand vigil #vss365 #poetry #haiku

Cyber Monday is here and deals are going fast! These deals are diaphanous. They are receding even as we speak, becoming mere memories of deals, prices longed for but lost, hints at what could have been had for less. A golden slant of sun through window falls on an empty countertop. Act now.

the #aphotic depths of the wine-dark sea call to me, crying death or life let's be eternally merged #vss365 #poetry

a #suave man slips on the puddle he's made of me that's karma, baby #vss365 #senryu

the bitter bite of #last winter, the winds that stole the town's breath away #vss365 #poetry #haiku

what does it #matter the exact pattern of the splatter as my heart burst? the culprit is known, the deed done #vss365

in #health and in death I follow the path of least resistance, down the pane of existence like a raindrop, fallen from the heavens off the pedestal where I was affixing the idol of an idle life #vss365 #poetry

#Learning to die seems like it can't be done - that's just something you do, and whether you do it screaming or with what some call grace I would say has more to do with how you go. But I'm doing my best. Some day I will see my grave and give it my heart. #vss365

#vss365 Saidimeant What sticks is rarely what was meant: a breath, a bruise, a stolen scent. The heart decides what’s relevant, buries the rest in sediment. #relevant #poetry #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity

old bookshelf one empty space breathing #haiku #poetry #booksky

"Is it really #relevant how many math problems I can solve in a #timed test? Because I can do these a lot faster on my calculator." "Five times five should be a lot faster in your head, Mr. Smith. I think we're done here. Send in the next applicant." #vss365

there was no #specific moment that my heart broke - it is no Prince Rupert's drop, invincible until it is not. it was buffeted by fate, by life, by the way you grabbed food for yourself, not me. little things, until the integrity is shot, and the chips in free fall #vss365 #poetry

the #action economy is in shambles crying is all I can do stabbed with the dagger of exhaustion stepping to a hasted paladin - I didn't think it through #vss365 #poetry #DnD #ttrpg half true, in that once I was the stabee and another time the stabber

the illusion of choice - each #option leading to the same bag of trash #vss365 #poetry #senryu

"The #issue is that your #goal and #reality are divorced. No, not divorced - never married. Your goal is an international popstar and reality is but a fan. A fan who is a baby - who was born yesterday, unlike me, because I know you put 0 effort or thought into this, Chris." #vss365

there was some #issue with the #transport of my heart - it was in my mouth, beating, bloody, then flew through the air, ostensibly to you. see, here is the hollow it used to wallow in. please tell me you know where it is, and it has not been crushed underfoot. #vss365 #poetry 1/2

#Science doesn’t care if you accept it or deny it. Math will still be there if you embrace it or defy it. Truth is always true no matter how you try to spin it. The world won’t wait for you to recognize that you are in it. #vss365

#Science lays claim to everything, from the heart to space to fate; throwing everything it doesn't know into a rummage bin of theories. I love it dearly for what it's done for me, for us, but sometimes I just want the reason to be pixie dust. #vss365

#vss365 On Prescription I used to dream in acres. Today I measure life in medicine spoons. rations of laughter, half sighs taken with food each night. My heart’s on subscription renewed monthly, could be cancelled, anytime. The world is now a sip, I can't swallow whole. #measure

soon may the wellerman come your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb so much to do, so much to see to bring us sugar and rum and tea we'll take our leave and go you'll never shine if you don't glow

I wonder what #myths may come when I have shuffled off this mortal coil - was I a good guy? beloved by all? a fantastic friend? a demon with the ball? my final portrait will be painted by others as my body lies under the cover of soil #vss365 #poetry

#measure for measure what can we agree on? everything decays, orbits shift even February twitches a little to the left every four years. tiny imperfections in the lens, and each lens made of different space dust. the calibration off, just a smidge of a gap, and the tower leans. #vss365 #poetry 1/2

some days one just needs a soft chair, good coffee and bad #literature #vss365 #poetry #senryu

there is no #language for this alien world, so let's make a new one #vss365 #poetry #senryu

the bees drop like flies disease coring them inside everything's hungry the town sucks on stones forages through others' homes famine has no #law #vss365 #poetry #haiku

Here, the heavy past trips on the future - a record scratch as electricity galvanizes the house. Layers of lacquer preserve the pain until they're chipped off bit by bit. Those who don't know #history are doomed to be consumed by it. #vss365

the #geography of grief is like the ocean floor, it looks flat through the waves of pain but each new step could take you off a cliff into a riptide back to shore but it's hard to know your direction in the storm #vss365 #poetry

The summertime planet was #famous for its festival, an all-summer bacchanalia staffed by "sirens." It was even more famous for its propensity to disappear to another corner of the universe for the rest of the year. What happened then was between the terrabaron and his staff, drowning in NDAs #vss365

his #education on the job was blunt and brief - "keep yer fingers outta the machine," but contingencies, contingencies and no time to waste meant his hand chased down any issue, daily emergencies building until the steel got a taste for his tissue #vss365 #poetry

bee in the window- I open it for both of us #haiku #poetry #bees

- what slouching #creature this way comes, unshackled from its cursed box? what thoughts of sustenance and lust have lured it to the slick #domestic kitchen, socks slipping on the lino floor? no more, no more! foul beast! no more! - very funny, mom #vss365

I had no #business being in the backrooms of existence; just kind of clipped through in a moment of limerance for a liminal state. played around a bit with the strings of fate - none of my business if the lords of this place let me in, by whim or mistake #vss365 #poetry

I am the very model of an ancient trunkless leg of stone, My shattered visage lies half buried with a sandy sneering frown, The sculptor carved my arrogance upon these broken lifeless things, My name is Ozymandias, the self-describèd King of Kings!

every day is #Halloween a chill in the air my face a mask of makeup as I don my costume tying it all together with a pearl necklace and a smile to rival a vampire's – dead inside #vss365 #poetry

#ray its edges ripple the hungry mouth above us floats ocean UFO #vss365 #poetry #haiku

it was a little #experiment: tied the key to my happiness to a hope as flimsy and faraway as a kite no insight into the storm. the lightning was galvanizing, though my hope was, in the end, charred #vss365 #poetry

the inverse of the expanding universe – the #heliacle #creep as the sun grows and grows until it blows us all to smithereens #vss365 #poetry

#Terror was as familiar to him as the #martians who'd joined his people, fifteen years ago. They were a lovely people, if a bit difficult to understand now and then. But the monstrosity they'd fled from had followed. Now two species were on borrowed time. #vss365

does a dream #unseen rot in the dark? or does it wither away into dust? does it, like a creeping vine, grow strangling roots deep in your heart? all that and more, we certainly know those who wish we'd cut it off at the start #vss365 #poetry