I went dark I went cold Not because I wanted to But because I had to —Needed to The #eventuality that this would happen Was not lost on me Waters became muddied Focus waned Eyes fixed on a horizon That was always out of reach But my tides They call me back Lunar of a lost sea… #VSS365

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hands dimple the air part shadow part shimmer they hover reminiscing the shape of #clarity before it had a name #vss365 #WritingCommunity #poetry

Today, seek #clarity Save yourself from feelings of disparity Don’t begrudge Another’s success Though to trudge is hard When the mind won’t rest Some things are earned Some are given Others, learned By those that are driven But remember to enjoy the sun And know—you matter to someone #vss365 #poem

She walked in a state of hollowness. Her mind, blanketed. She was no longer in this world, so she was not a part of it. She’d reached #nirvana. #vss365 #writing #writingcommunity #shortstory

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You exchange friendship like currency A transactional state of being The rate of #conversion is never too high when it comes to your flailing ambition #vss365 #writing #wrtingcommunity

There is a freedom wandering round the narrow crevices of my mind The channels grow tighter, but #free thoughts find a way to trickle through the barricades #vss365 #writing #writingcommunity

If you can be sure of nothing else in this life Be sure of this: It will come for you. To hold your hand To be your guide Be not afraid For #death is certain Let its absoluteness Be the reason For your passion Your purpose Your drive Let it be the reason you live without regret #vss365 #poem

Old Father Life-giving Mother So much of your #time Slips through our cracks Life is a gift Dipped in irony The end is fated We will always become A part of your Unconsciousness #vss365 #poetry #writing #writingcommunity #prompt #writer #writercommunity #amwriting

I can’t believe I won this month’s competition. Thank you so much @cbcreative.bsky.social and @lucyrosecreates.bsky.social for such a great prompt! xxx

#WriteCBC task from @lucyrosecreates.bsky.social: Let’s revisit a classic. You’ve gone to bed and turned off the light, and as you close your eyes, you feel a warm breath come upon your cheek. Your senses are fizzing. There is a new darkness swarming in the corner of your room. What happens next?

Forever stretches out It’s fingers endless, boundless— Ceaselessness cradled in its palm An #infinity of possibility… #vss365 #writing #writingcommunity #writer #poem

Don’t #chime in with that high-pitched squall Smashing out sounds reeking of sanctimonious spew I watch your words They carry the shape of you— but aggrieved ears are closing Strings cut Your sound isn’t the same Now I know better… #vss365 #poem #writing #poetry #writingcommunity #writer #prompt

Lula sat at the restaurant table, whilst her hair, like a separate being, sat in #flocculent clumps on her head. Looking at the entrance, her hand lightly touched the dry tufts. She could kill that hairdresser. She only hoped this wouldn’t put her blind date off—he did say he was a farmer. #vss365

The door hangs ajar, waiting for her. It’s the same #rigamorale every year. Heads nodding in faux empathy, eyes questioning where she went so utterly wrong. Sympathetic faces behind glass veils. She wants to scream, but she is too tired. Bowing her head, she limps through the door. #vss365 #writing

Do not let them stop your waters flowing free Trapped behind their architecture of repression They built of you a #weir to hold you in But you grow Bigger Stronger Louder Angrier They hold back your voice—let it roar They hold back your essence—let it burst free Let your river reign #vss365

“Why did you get rid of him? He was kind, intelligent. Short, but a big personality” “I never saw myself with a #pomeranian” “Is that where he was from?” “…” “Michael, he was Pomeranian?” “I’m talking about the dog” “Oh” “Oh my God. Michael is a Pomeranian!” “…” “He’s got to go” #vss365

#Copse wails for the fallen. #Involution, its last defence. —too many of its own has it lost to evolution. Sacrificial entanglement—the unlucky ones, crushed on the inside, the brave ones, hacked on the outside. With each hammer of growth, Copse tangles tighter. It must protect the seed. #vss365

I walk the path as it lightly curves left or right, depending on my life’s trajectory. Far away, I can see the end. But Fractured Earth sends fissures to interrupt my line. I don’t know where the breaks scatter, but I put on a mask and split in two - #incognito - to see what my life could be #vss365

You are an emotional tide—scared, sanguine, stormy, serene… I embrace you with outstretched arms whilst the wind tells your tales to the world. Like gulls, they flock to the surface, searching for secrets of who you are— But they can’t #fathom your depths. You share nothing. You are eternity #vss365

Good morning! Such beautiful posts yesterday! Thanks to everyone who participated. 🙏 ✨ #vss365 - March 2, 2025 Your #prompt for Sunday is out: #fathom Full history! ➡️ www.etymonline.com/search?q=fat... Enjoy!

Automatons, we flock to the #Emporium Fed up on offers and distractions Meandering aisles of bright lights Slipping in subterfuge Through controlled chaos The Sanatorium stands, pushing the disease A trading place of mind and reason But know that you’re free to leave— (the) asylum is waiting #vss365

You’re always gnashing teeth chomping Is it words you spit from that foaming bucket? You catastrophise that which is small You boom in laughter that which needs respect. You try to make yourself different, enigmatic - an #outlier “So cool”! Kidding —you’re a twat! #vss365 #writing #writingcommunity

I speak in shapes A geometry of words, Yet your #contours I can’t define. An image in my mind That I can’t describe, You are the essence of a being Undefined by rules. You are the shape I live by You are the thing I can’t describe. #vss365 #prompt #writing #writingcommunity #poem #writer #amwriting

The time between is all there is. An #interim to be interpreted. The time between— a structure to build, a rock to set The time between— a dissolution of mind, a crack in the clay. The time between is all there is, and is all there has ever been. #vss365 #writing #writingcommunity #writer #poem

When did the #waves Start crashing down? Pressure from above Starting to drown. Floating up, Hope is small. But the waves crash down And smother it all. #writing #writingcommunity #writers #poem #amwriting

I see it flicker across the corner of my eyes, & I freeze. What’s it about me? Am I that special? Do I smell like my #bloodline is some magical potion. My heart’s about to explode! F*cking mosquitos! Somebody open my damn door & turn on the lights—please?! #vss365 #satsplat

It’s your complexity that drew me in - spinning thread glittering in air; invisible but sticky as tar choking the earth - it enshrined me. Dangling, a crystalline orb. I’m absorbed into the web. Yet my breath is Sharp and I cut the line in darkness I say, farewell my #complex ex #vss365 #writing

“It’s safe. We’re alone.” The whispered words dribble from your mouth and drool to the floor. You block my escape. I see your family photos. I know your family, not that you know that - yet. I wait.The confusion is quick. “There is no #savehaven for you,” I say. “Your wife sends her love.” #vss365

The seasons evoke #liberation in action — give in to nature #vss365 #haiku #prompt #writing #writingcommunity #nature #seasons

Her means were #modest but she was proud -of the sofa she refurbished -the sideboard she sanded -of the love she put into everything she touched. But time moves on and photos fade, frames tarnish, dust collects, and the world forgets The Woman of modest means #vss365 #writingcommunity #writing

C erulean sprawls above me Y et my hairs bristle, C autioning against the calm. L ooking for proof O f what, I’m not sure. N erves chew at my skin. E scape comes too late. I turn, and the #cyclone swallows me whole. #vss365 #writerscommunity #writing

If it doth from the #slithy end still wriggle, pluck it up thrice and hold it still. Man’esh the end and cleft the tongue. Speak not its name. Its seeing shall be undone. Roth fe’ā’rre wey. May peace be with you. Only unk’harq may save you now. #vss365 #amwriting #writingcommunity

Her hand slid across the table His traced circles on wood The rock, weighted dragged her down Eyes unmet Words unspoken Sweated air Muffled sounds An empty chair Winter is broken All that’s left is the #silence of words unspoken #vss365 #prompt

#vss365 #ice #prompt

We danced cheek-to-cheek in the cavern Our rhythm slow A tango with time, ne’er again to walk with stars A sprinkle of celestial #dust and a heartbeat began A breed, all-consuming was born of us, And to us, it returns #vss365

#Quit while you’re ahead Quit because you’re behind Stop because it’s easy (exercise your brain) Stop because it’s hard (rest your mind) You won’t be judged if you quit - you tried You won’t go far if you quit - you failed You shout you can’t quit No one hears You’re screaming soliloquy’s #vss365

Ciggies, booze, chocolate. All on the naughty list. What was the point in even being alive? 11 days. Surely she’d earned a cheat day, month, year … whatever. She opened the drawer of supplies. “What?” she said to herself in the mirror. “It’s not like I’ve #quit - it’s not a fucking job.“ #vss365

She practised #esoteric healing methods, passed on from generations of women before her. Alternative medicine. People flocked to her for remedies caused by modern living until one day someone took up the call of witch, blackening her name, reputation and methods and then they came for her. #vss365

The mirror is shattered your faces strewn Bitterness eats your skin like moths leaching wool You search for your place, you wish to forget You yearn for peace, you are secluded An #esoteric island only you can reach You’re lost inside your own mind #vss365

#vss365 #prompt #sweet It’s impossible to appreciate and understand sweet without also tasting bitter. The challenge lies in embracing both in their turn, as we will all drink a full cup of each in our lifetime. The word prompt for today is sweet.

“Life is sweet” that’s what you used to say. Every day, a reason to get up. Get out. Your booming voice and infectious laugh dominated a room. A towering figure protecting a big heart. But each drop of rain that seeps into the ground waters you down. Life was #sweet, until you went away. #vss365

you would unlikely never #guess the frequency with which my thoughts turn to you be it the limits self esteem allows you to dream or obliviousness to my continued affections verses you inspire desires you enflame the smiles you provoke just you you have no idea #vss365

Dead trees hang hollow over the path The way is mired Behind, a series of broken rainbows Ahead, the road splits Each step, a #guess a longing for adventure, the sky opens up, a reason to hope #vss365

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Thank you @cbcreative.bsky.social for such an inspiring week of writing a #5ActFestiveStory with my fellow #WritingCommunity! It’s been amazing and has encouraged me to see the value of writing every day, even if it’s only 200 characters - because you can’t finish a story if you don’t write it!

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