- you painted our front door yellow not for luck or faith or fashion but because morning light deserved a rival brighter than birdsong a capricious reflection a public confession to love’s cleansing fire - #vss365 #poetry #read

- we pass between storms two bodies conscripted each calm a borrowed pause before thunder insists again. we never chose this debt only learned to live in the ache and burden amid those eventualities that claim us. - #poetry #read #vss365

- the sheets retain your warmth long after you rise, creases curling into whispers, i trace them like a map of shadows. each fold a bellwether, a soft omen of loss, truer than any unsaid words, than the chill that awaits beyond our bed. - #poetry #vss365 #read

Rain emptied her of all tears. #7syllablesentence #tears #blueskypoets #nature #photography

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* 𝒫𝒶ℊℯ𝓈 𝓸𝒻 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒮𝓀𝒾𝓃 I press your pulse into the little book I keep, thread the binding with my fingers, gold and sweat. Your smile is a stain along the page I sleep, your cradle grief a whisper I will not forget.. #Poem: mine Artwork: not mine

- each footfall every day fighting through thickets of thought torn to the bone surrender nods, it’s ok ’til your hand takes mine all bloodied & scraped your love a rope softly frayed falters, thrown to reinvigorate me yet i wonder if healing was ever mine to claim - #vss365 #poetry #read

* 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓶𝓮, 𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 I close my eyes and reach to find your skin, its warmth remembered, trembling in my hand. The night invites the hunger deep within, a fire that silence cannot hope to stand #Poetry: mine Artwork: not mine

- perhaps you loved me once high upon the cliffs where the sea’s thunder kept our secrets where vows were made with blood and wind high among the kittiwakes their cries echoing our ache we were one weren’t we? maybe once. perhaps. - #vss365 #poetry #read

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* 𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 Come close, as always, beneath this private sun, my blue Muse whose hands tip the carmine well Your touch ignites the quiet, and words run like rivers only.. #Poetry: mine Artwork: not mine

- the wind carries a banshee keen from our darkened cottage on a stark Achill morn. you wouldn't answer, my voice broke in the gale - a silent scream of leaving. the heather withers ‘cross the seaside heath as if earth itself must echo the catastrophe we became. - #vss365 #poetry #read

- the wild Atlantic rages ‘long Antrim a brined gale lashes Fionn’s black-toothed causeway spray stings my lips the way your last words still burn crows wheel above, jeering, mocking the passions that hardened us in place: love’s basalt extrusions. - #vss365 #poetry #read

- the wild Atlantic rages ‘long Antrim a brined gale lashes Fionn’s black-toothed causeway spray stings my lips the way your last words still burn crows wheel above, jeering, mocking the passions that hardened us in place: love’s basalt extrusions. - #vss365 #poetry #read

- the cloister path in Kildare binds us you say love spends itself coin upon coin still i pay its price Brigid is near her fire kept alive if we fail, let it be from trying again drawn from the stock that nursed her flame night upon night and never let it wane - #vss365 #poetry #read

- we glide beneath Glenveagh rain, old longings drift ‘long this misty morning lough. you are beside me both tower and Eithne, an ember sheltered in time’s patient synthesis. i am heather, you are the stone; my roots pierce you, and i hold, weather after weather. - #vss365 #poetry #read

- clouds roll like secrets, wind sharp as a vengeful scream from Benandonner. rain scrawls its hurried signature ‘cross the winding roads, while the fae hide in hollows. the sea tumbles at Malin Head, the gray sky, the endless tide, and a restless storm conspire. - #vss365 #poetry #read

- high above a heaving sea you hold my hand, and we breathe deep. together. love circles us like puffins riding air, were we made to fly? alone. on the edge, we tighten our grip, our hands the only rein. - #vss365 #poetry #read

- So looking forward to family vacay this week in Donegal, Ireland. ☘️ A wee bit jet-lagged, so tucking in early tonight for adventures tomorrow. Staying @ Harvey’s Point - the BEST. A true fairy tale setting ‘long the banks of Lough Eske. 🧚💚 -

- i greet the dawn with the grace of a meadow, growing, silent steady, thriving determined to spread my colors, un-flinching in their limitless sprawl, their relentless beauty. - #vss365 #poetry #read

- the moon slips into her silver couture a shimmer across the sea a table set in stars we watch in awe knowing elegance knowing beauty are never only seen – they are felt for she arrives each time with sequins and grace in her own inimitable style. - #vss365 #poetry #read

- oh to know a final kiss on your cheek taste the ache in your tears to know you feel the same pain the sorrow of such potential lost the cost of wondering what might have been if only we had tried harder if only we were better if only - #vss365 #poetry #read

- i remember that bright September day how can i forget? the day two towers fell and you fell with them the day hate won the day your wife was made a widow your child’s innocence shattered i'm exhausted by how little has changed how we never learn. - #vss365 #poetry #read

- startled back from the twilit places in which i linger where the monochrome flowers bloom achingly gray, where love is the cold breeze that sings to the leaves far far above - where the light hints at an un-bearable happy... startled back: FedEx is at the door. - #vss365 #poetry #read

a wrapper in tempting hues a reverie enrobed in bedsheets did your foot brush against my leg light catches the foil untwisting the ends contemplating a treat within you already know my favourite things i need you as undone as i undressed and enveloped #vss365 #wrapper

- lost in thought, in a chilly Central Park daydreaming of you, and all we lost. a garbage can overflows; a shiny wrapper captures the morning light and scatters it. much like our love - discarded again and again, yet still shimmering next to its bin. - #vss365 #poetry #read

- the moon turned red because even the sky must remember what it means to bleed. - #poetry

- the tide claimed our footprints but left seaweed wrapped around my ankle seeking my surrender to its gentle pull, its subtle temptations. as with love, true power requires no force – only our willingness to accede. - #vss365 #poetry #read

- i am the rain who gathers in the clefts of your sidewalk a brief pool reflecting the doorway that hides your new life i wait dissipate aching to see your face to hold your smile once more. - #vss365 #poetry #read

- the river swallowed each stone we threw, wishes skipping across the surface, its current dragging our secrets under. you called it fate, but truly it was chance that chose which of our hearts drowned first. - #vss365 #poetry #read

- she buried the letter in the meadow never sent, never burned. no one saw the headline bloom, a sinful whisper interred. an article of truth, unread, lay folded where wildflowers bled. - #vss365 #poetry #read

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- words gather, waiting behind my silence, like dusk pooling pensive in empty rooms. you speak, unaware i’m listening to the space between us grow wider, conscious not of you, but of my own irreconcilable distance. - #vss365 #poetry #read

- i shuffle a deck of days pulling nothing but Jokers, Feste the fool. the future on display, pretending at fate but the cards remind me: every pattern is arbitrary until belief binds us once again. - #vss365 #poetry #read

* 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼, 𝓘 𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓫𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓲𝓻, 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓽,… ~ 𝓩𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓪𝓫 #prose #poetry ~ Background art by me

- try to ignore more bedtime perturbations, but i hear best absent distraction, and silence can amplify the slightest shadow, the meekest squeak. sleep eludes me - the night has never seemed so present. - #vss365 #poetry #read

- there is a room full of mirrors, each carries a memory of you a reflection from the past, fading further and further into their depths and i stand still as death, hand outstretched, seeking to walk beside you. - #vss365 #poetry #read

- steeped in blame the burn of shame, crimson on my face you said, forgiveness is when you stop waiting for the past to say i’m sorry, but tonight i’ll continue to yearn for the maybe of mercy, the pride i once knew in your smile. - #vss365 #poetry #read

* Salt and moonlight I walk the sand alone, night pressing in, salt on my lips, wind pulling at my hair. I think of you, the way your eyes reach me, as if nothing else in the world exists ~ 𝓩𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓪𝓫 #prose #poetry

- you once said permanence was a myth we inherited from poets and undertakers. i winced, counting each grain of your coffin like the constellations you named Cassiopeia over and again ready to murmur and retrace all our forgotten tomorrows. - #vss365 #poetry #read

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- i loved you in ways i never spoke out loud. you left like you never heard it. i still taste your last words to me, sweet at first then bitter with afterburn. now every breath i take aches with their pungent savor. - #vss365 #poetry #read

- not all love is meant to heal you some turns malignant and shows you where you’re still bleeding. - #vss365

- fireflies rise from an auspicious mist, their glow soft as apology. i almost believed in divinity, but the air is malignant with twilight. thick with harbingers of words unspoken transgressions unatoned. - #vss365 #poetry #read

- at the wake a laugh tore the silence, jovial as broken glass. grief is love with nowhere to go, you always said. it rattles in the chest, searching for a home and i found myself laughing, too, a shard among the shards. - #vss365 #poetry #read

- a gull wheels over surf, each cry a wound flung skyward. i wonder if the ocean hears, if its waves conceal a sentience that suffers, like me, from the ceaseless tides of loss. - #vss365 #poetry #read

- scent of oleander on a gentle offshore breeze so much time adrift on this boundless brine ground the leaves drink down their bitter dregs hush, now close your eyes the subtle art of poisoning audacious tides sweep me out to sea - #vss365 #poetry #read

- i have become an island in a lake a solitary rock that aches for grass or anything green each sunset the rapturous splash of bass chisels cracks into my limestone heart each ripple every lonely lap seeks to undo what little remains intact in me - #vss365 #poetry #read

- the woods are secret itchy places where my friends all wait for me, always i am the king of skulls and rusty trinkets no one dare speak of malformed minds they just watch me dance in the silence and i am still so beautiful to them. - #vss365 #poetry #read