I’ve said it before, but writing can be so weird. I just went months without even touching my WIP, and out of nowhere yesterday a window opened and I’ve been working at it non-stop. Now I’m just trying to run with it before the window closes again. And it will. 😅 #writing

you called me sunshine but I revolve around you and your light your push and pull, like the moon a reflection, you say ah, but who’s reflecting whom? #poetry #writing

#vss365 #midnight

say what you will about confessions made eyes wide open, in the light of day but midnight whispers just hit different the lack of hesitation the quiet vulnerability and the ever glaring question— will this still feel the same when tomorrow barges in? #vss365 #midnight

glass door, souls divided you on your side, me on mine nothing but an inch of glass between and in that inch, the world #poetry #writing

one day, I screamed into the void and it screamed back loudly, with affection quiet now but I’m still shouting from my end hoping you might hear me anyway #poetry #writing

soft eyes, gentle smile warmth enough for everyone only burns for me 🔥 #senryu #haiku

sunset, too early I don’t want to lose your light night comes anyway #senryu #haiku

you smiled, and the sun grew brighter like it was a competition you win—every time #micropoetry #writing #poetry

my heart, a hole-punched sky each pinprick of light another piece I gave away and I’ll keep giving til the stars go dark so take another piece, love hold it close and tell me you’re worth this ruined sky #poetry #writing

sad girl serenade a bird inside her cage passersby enjoy her song then walk away again #vss365 #sing

bleed for me, he crooned like setting fires was a gift and even through the tears, I knew he wasn’t wrong #micropoetry #poetry

ink-stained hands know all the reasons why I stay and all the reasons it will never be enough #vss365 #ink

i wear your memory like ink upon my skin but only I can see the pigment left behind it marks the path your hands would travel and the scars not yet fully healed from every match you ever dared to light with silver-tongue #vss365 #ink

Teeeeny tiny rat painting. He’s kind of cute, but those eyes are giving alien. 👽 #watercolor #tinyart

self-proclaimed gargoyle unfeeling, unmovable I can see the cracks #haiku #senryu

empty doorway where he used to wait nothing left but echos of his voice i keep coming back to scream into the void but he no longer answers #poetry #writing

i said you had a piece of me that you could keep if you should go and then you did they’ll try to tell me now that it was nothing but how could nothing leave a hole behind? #writing #poetry

here, then gone silence and an empty space your fire still burned into my retinas ashes, still warm #micropoetry #poetry

Canyon between us, Waiting for my wings to grow, Patience of a saint. #PennedReveries #canyon #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity

i don’t want your kiss today your touch your phony sentiments and platitudes keep the chocolates for yourself you’ve taken every other thing from me #vss365 #kiss

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fly, bird, free gone but not forgotten wings no longer burdened by someone else’s chains #micropoetry #poetry #writing

hello, dark we’re here again I hate when you’re my only friend your wicked tongue laden with lies I eat up every one #vss365 #dark

stay don’t go i know the hour grows late and darkness beckons with a voice that’s getting harder to ignore but please just stay with me

silent screams ignored ghost paces midnight hallway here, but also gone #vss365 #ghost #haiku

slip under the waves of sleep; here I feel no pain nothingness is bliss #vss365 #pain

please, love, don’t go please don’t take your hand from mine I can feel it slipping like the moon fading into morning light without the promise of another night like winter melting into spring —won’t you come back again? #poetry #writing

#writing #poetry

Made a little time for some art to quiet my mind. Need to do that more often. 🎨 ✍️ #mixedmedia #art #watercolor #poetry #micropoetry

blackest night the moon no longer smiles hello the stars blinked out — one at a time and left me to the dark #poetry #micropoetry #writing

are you still mad? he asks like it’s no big deal like I’ll nod and shrug it off as if he didn’t just set fire to the last few strands of hope I had

Here’s a short poem about the power of poetry to change the world.

Resharing this one after getting screwed over by yet another family member. 😐 Don’t be the reliable one. Just don’t.

dreams are like water slipping between my fingers still, I cup my hands #haiku #senryu

teeth broken, but bared you can’t keep me down for long i’ll bite, either way #senryu #haiku

conjuring whimsy she hid beneath their laughter but he always saw the truth behind her grin #writing #micropoetry #poetry

In the name of late night whimsy, I present to you…a small collection of senryu and micro poems dedicated to the muse who stole my Butterfinger. Starting with this delightful gem. 😌 candy bar burglar the evidence is glaring chocolate on your lips

for Renee Nicole Good, a poet and a mother

he threw words like stones hoping one might knock her down and make her feel again the bruises are just proof of life #poetry #writing

I saw a post about making whimsical resolutions and let me tell you, I am all for befriending the crows and bringing back letter writing. 🖤 I need more ideas! #newyears #resolutions

ate my foot again told a man to “have a year” still, I hope he does #senryu #haiku

hands #travel past the warning signs over peaks and valleys that once sang familiar, yet not quiet now – so very quiet you’re not welcome anymore #vss365

fire heart, glowing bright landed in the wrong hands placed inside a jar something pretty to admire collecting dust until the light went out #poetry #writing

take another step #vss365 #regret

we chased lightning bugs as if we could catch actual lightning in a jar as if it wouldn’t burn out the moment we contained it like all things worth chasing after #poetry #writing

I also made this to gift to a friend. #crafting #resin

Haven’t done much writing, but I’m feeling crafty.

She learned to grow quiet, until silence became her only language. They never listened, never cared... but the moon did, and the stars blinked like they understood.