#vss365 #poetry a fist goes into the wall drywall cracks, dust sputters you could fix it with nails & a hammer? cover up the damage with paint but you won't "it's too much work" you'll just leave it & your family instead, you wash your hands you just say god forgives you and play pretend.

#VSS365 #poetry your fingers loop around mine we exchange sacred words we drive away, our stuff in boxes the dream you had for me-- it's nightmare in my reality sometimes I think about it-- if I would've toed your line-- I see divorce papers belongs being packed again and I sigh with relief

#VSS365 #poetry scribbled out words pressed into journal pages wasted ink smeared all over my left hand a temporary tattoo down my arm a dime store notebook thrown in the trash fuck, writers block-- you're kicking my ass.

#VSS365 #poetry all I wanna do all I wanna do day dreams like reruns play on the TV in my mind no remote to be found, no channels to be changed so frustrating, infuriating that I can fantasize but never do all I ever am-- a character to never live on a show never produced

#VSS365 #poetry a garish girl stands in front of a podium. blonde hair, blue eyes and a tiny gold cross around her neck; as if that costume could ever convice us to buy the lies she's endorsing. she sneers under a blithe smile, not a single worry about any damned consequences.

#VSS365 #poetry "so strong, so tough," but you don't see my lips waver, tears dripping my head in my hands as I think up plans to keep my boat- a beat up, rusty, dingy- skimming water, dreary with little gas in the tank you just see me pulling into a dock coming to land a small blip in time

#VSS365 #poetry Rain clicks against a tin roof fingers on a clunky keyboard mine would do that, I think if pills in little orange bottles could disperse writer's block like sun to gray clouds in the sky but those pills are just... pricy umbrellas blocking my overcast moods instead of rain

#VSS365 #poetry give me a reason any reason to stay I'm on my knees I'll do anything you ask of me this entreat- it's futile it's pathetic it's demeaning you won't tell me to go and you won't tell me to leave

#VSS365 #poetry you sit across the table our lawyers talk for us my mind wanders back to when we stood together they mediate- who gets the cat? the expensive stand mixer? I snap: those things are mine! you chose to leave so why are you asking-- one last chance to break me?

#VSS365 #poetry I watch Brigadoon when I'm sick, when I'm sad I dream of dancing lads, wee bonny lasses kilts and hills of heather miracles from hazy fog but that's not Scotland just like how Appalachia ain't dueling banjos, moonshine kissing cousins and Mothman, and haunted, ancient woods

#VSS365 #poetry the stereo is cranked up she can't hear herself shriek she doesn't know the lyrics or the notes she can't reach she can't make harmonies or follow any melodies all there is feelings, exploding out of her chest, to the bass's loud beats

#VSS365 #poetry once upon a time when you were to me as a nut to a screw we'd sit on my back porch spellbound by stars and lightning bugs we'd talk about all our dreams go back n forth on that swing too naive to know we'd wear out with time, two parts for different pieces

#VSS365 #poetry wild young love spirals frantically, erratically from the bar to the car to a pawn shop for a diamond ring back to the bar, to a chapel no one tells you to "slam on the breaks"even when you got cursed jewelry but would you listen?

#VSS365 #poetry her forgiveness was bountiful after every cruel word and every harsh action but "letting it go" magnanimously eroded her spirit bit by bit like waves crashing against rocks, the shore, land shaping her harshly until she was unrecognizable until she was broken irreparably.

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#VSS365 #poetry a guy on an app says: "there is a breaking news alert" I listen for a minute then I move on a bit later, he says it again being pelted by tragedy like bullets in a target making me lethargic to the point of not caring that's their target, isn't it? break hearts & spirit?

#VSS365 #poetry you must have a cataract if you can't see me leaving been begging you for a reason any reason at all to stay so much for best friends and so much for sisters you won't even attempt to stop me from walking away years of friendship thrown right in the trash can.

#VSS365 #poetry she lived a life in squalor a hole in the kitchen floor a toilet that couldn't flush one day she stopped dreaming of what life could be in splendor low & lower went her standards she'd settle for the basics never asking for anything more

#VSS365 #poetry I close my eyes it's 1995 floating in an inner tube an orbital, man made river sun turning pale skin hot red laughter, some pop song blaring in my ears a happier memory feeds me a small hit of dopamine to chase away the anxiety

#VSS375 here's to you, you low browed hunched backed bald, beastly fool in the mirror you woke up again to face a cruel world where you are worth nothing all because of your ugly face a woman made like an ogre hoping that things may change and you live to see that day.

#VSS365 the coven stands in a circle they pass a candle from witch to witch their sacrifice, mystified sits in the center, hands clasped they wonder how they got here was it the promise of belonging or did they just want the cloak? to know some sacred words? no going back but to leave this earth

#VSS365 down in the valley my mountainous home feels like a prison cell the trucks, they roll coal the fog flecked with black dust it wraps around my lungs the poison ivy of no opportunities but where else would I go?

#VSS365 her mamaw's plate shattered on the kitchen floor another piece of love, gone fried chicken, cornbread meals over a well loved table no longer have a proper home a scratch will heal & scar that wound will go forgotten but not love given over an oven.

#VSS365 was it lambent starlight flickering as her car sped down the freeway with the windows down music blasting through speakers or was it just her astigmatism making all lights sparkle? romanticism made her life just a little better turning a runaway into a fairytale princess

#VSS365 a sixteen year old girl in 2005 a knock off mp3 player blasting "take this to your grave" face pressed against a window on a school bus going & coming to & from unsafe, cold places she doesn't understand fractions but she understands that when she wraps a studded belt around her throat-

#VSS365 Like a skipping CD, your words repeat they loom over me but I can't turn it off there's no next track no batteries to run dry I just scream to tune you out I'd go deaf just to never hear your voice again

#VSS365 she sunk into the water the temperature was searing turning her skin from porcelain to a red so burning if only it could take her under do away with her like a lobster a bath wouldn't, couldn't solve her problems just the briefest of a reprieve from a life too hostile

#VSS365 He regretted selling the rights to his Internet puppet show to a production company. The immense merch doomed to become slap-dash garbage with his face slapped across it was just as troubling as the fact that no one could separate him from the character he played on tv.

#VSS365 a horse bucking her off as they flew across a meadow didn't spook her but her boyfriend throwing her in the deep end of a pool should've scared her shitless or at least enough to leave before he put a knife against her throat not a lick of self preservation- she passed it all to me

#VSS365 she shaves down edges she dons her mask all to placate people who want her to be less no one likes an oddball they want you to fit in she uses plainer language she puts her hands in pockets there's nothing she wouldn't do for a list of what's allowed even if it means misery for her

Judd blinked at her. She was firing blanks disguised as barbs at him in hopes of maiming but Judd knew better. She was trying to sabotage them so she could justifying leaving him. He took a took a deep breath and held it like a tourniquet against his wounds. "Say it again, and I'll let you go."

#VSS365 "Oh I don't know anything," He says, bats his eyes at her. A boyish grin, playing clueless about as well as she plays piano without a lesson in her life. Her hands on go her hips, cocks her head to the side. One more time, lies cross his lips but this time, she gets off the ride

#VSS365 pay the bills work all day scrub the dishes clean your plate wash rinse repeat it's balderdash when we are meant to write poetry to make art to lounge in the sun and fall in love why have free will when you are trapped on society's stupid fucking hamster wheel

#VSS365 kids say we're cooked as they plug in prompts into some internet app ask it to make "art" tell it to write essays it turns human thought into bland abstraction there's better drawings on toddler finger paintings and better thoughts scrawled on bathroom walls than what AI 'creates'

#VSS365 spin me around the dance floor place a kiss upon my cheek tell me that I'm pretty and that you'll never leave treat me like a princess turn my life into a dream make me fall for you I say that I don't believe in us but maybe I will close my eyes and tell a fairytale

Merry Christmas and happy holidays to all my friends here on BlueSky, especially the #VSS365 community. Thank you for all of your support this past year!

#VSS365 Whispers jumped from lips to lips across the campus like frogs on lilypads- 'didn't you hear' 'somebody told me' 'I got this email'- a gruesome tale, salacious gossip-- a true story dissected into bits of entertainment

#VSS365 ever since I can recall I have wanted to run all my favorite songs, they're all about leaving Boston, little rock, Arizona dots on maps of possibilities will changing where I am change the one same thing, me?

#VSS365 I could drive this road with my eyes closed relying only on my memory sharp curve here one lane there backroad, craters scattered like tears in loved old jeans leaves in the ditch creek always rises after sun melts winter's snow my love for it came long before its afterglow

#VSS365 they pound their fists against the ground chanting words that make them proud matching shirts with matching letters a hive mind & hive values you fall in line to feel a part of something greater until you falter then you are sacrificed on their sisterly altar, "a bad example"

#VSS365 If only it was as easy to fall up into legacy as it was for a man who could bankrupt a casino to reach the American apogee for a woman to reach hers with intelligence and experience

#VSS365 isn't it insane how humans tie up all our worth in what we can produce and if people find value in you to opt out is a privilege to be a successor to riches a dream you can forget having but most of us will spend all our lives chained to a screen

#VSS365 a sticker on the cover says "parental advisory" this lyricist writes songs that suggests something illicit you hand the CD to them that makes you complicit

#poetry saw his doppelganger at the grocery store I got my shit and got the hell out a panic attack in a parking lot vision blurry heartbeat fury when is it my turn to wake up normal & happy? another reason no contact such a great idea

#VSS365 a song from her childhood from a forgotten girl group that sounds like Ireland-- commercialized version it takes her back there-- romanticized version visions of tire swings and wooden jungle gyms something picturesque didn't quite exist b*witched always said: wanna say, c'est la vie

#vss365 staring down the bottle just need a lil consulation brown bitter liquid my old friend whiskey I could walk away find anything else but southern comfort, it knows me so well

#VSS365 In another happier world, someone chivalrous would come by with a lifeboat & scoop her up. They would kiss her stupid & their love would magically make her want to stay. But this wasn't that magical world. This world was so cruel that she had to trek back to the shore alone, like always.

#VSS365 The problem with trying to drown herself was that nobody would buy it as an accident. Not when she was known as a strong swimmer, spending her childhood in water. But either way- by an aphotic lake or depression- she was being swallowed by a darkness she didn't care to fight anymore.

#VSS365 #poetry wish I could write something delicate and romantic starring a suave, handsome lead something that'd be picked up for Avon or Harlequin but the only stories left in me star girls on Welbutrin who still listen to Dashboard and write shit on Tumblr trapped in a time gone by.

#VSS365 you bought a kit off the internet swabbed your cheek sent it back the results blew up your life and ours nothing quite like learning our whole neighborhood knew about our parents boning and nobody thought to tell my mom, your dad, you, me, our brothers that you even even exisited.