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BB Milne
@bbmilne.bsky.social
Parasocialite Muppet - Worrier Ghost - She/Her
Pinned
wider

than the spread of pages bent with sciatic groan

desire hoked, still mine to slake & you

enriched in text count iambic thrusts as sweat pools in the #lacuna of our appendices

what need have we for notes?

when foxed hearts clasp the thread so well

#vss365 #poetry #textualhealing
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a morning like any other—
counting uncountable grievances
in the silence of darkness
entertaining intrusive thoughts
with mays, mights, & maybes
cutting away the #kiss of sunlight
who steals a pound of flesh
waiting, suffering the coming #wither
as it corrupts the final wish

#vss365 #wildwalkprompt
February 14, 2026 at 12:09 PM
call her child
our #lips a prism to cast
for bright & blind

a kind justice
strands dyed to match the shade spun by girlhood

(woody notes
in the cotton)

& sons
(wouldn’t)
& mothers
(should’ve)
& daughters
(didn’t)
& fathers
(couldn’t)

speak now
call her child

kiss it better

#vss365 #rage
February 14, 2026 at 8:38 AM
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a back scratch from friendly bark
an envious, #pale silver moon
an old barn cat blissfully purring
after a surprise killdeer dinner
the night sky ascending
an imagination soaring
for what could never be

#vss365
#emoetry #blissful
#wildwalkprompt #ascend
February 8, 2026 at 3:50 PM
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such is the horror
and silent sob to the sky
a pond is born of #raindrops
in an insignificant #lacuna
cut into the irrelevance
that is a worthless, granite face
beauty swells in the tragedy
of a #glowing moon
and the reflective third eye
now staring back at her

#vss365 #emoetry
#wildwalkprompt
February 13, 2026 at 12:55 PM
wider

than the spread of pages bent with sciatic groan

desire hoked, still mine to slake & you

enriched in text count iambic thrusts as sweat pools in the #lacuna of our appendices

what need have we for notes?

when foxed hearts clasp the thread so well

#vss365 #poetry #textualhealing
February 14, 2026 at 7:29 AM
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idealism dies
upon life's education
stripped gears whir

#vss365 #education
#whistpr #whir
#emoetry #idealistic
November 4, 2025 at 12:42 PM
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synesthesia
born of violences
blues in asphyxia
choking on words
poisoned w/ #purple
haunted memories
reds of lead
& pooling apologies
eyes blinded
by #rays of black
under pains of torture
& existence
scars are records
& confessions
life often #defeated
but not yet dead

#vss365 #whistpr #emoetry
October 30, 2025 at 12:23 PM
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forgotten plow
rust dust in harrowed veins
yesteryear's dreams

#inkmine [harrow] #haiku
#writingprompt #blueskypoets
October 31, 2025 at 10:18 PM
He says
my laugh is a carol
a festive cairn to stain
the cleanest scape

I say
let’s make a feast of choirs
leave this meagre crumb

but he prefers
the #heliacal drone
of all his forms

the bright
& the bore

#vss365 #poetrysky #promptpersuasion
October 26, 2025 at 1:03 PM
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you can feel
the #unseen sorrows
like fingertips press
bone into flesh
with tenebrose tenacity

you wonder
if this is everything
what once was taken
thieved against will
you now surrender freely

#vss365
#whistpr #thief
#emoetry #tenacious
October 23, 2025 at 12:21 PM
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I'm out of the fog, and I'm not going back in without a fight. I'm putting down the things I don't need to carry - things I've outgrown, things that never fit, things that aren't mine, things that anchor me in places where I don't want to linger - and I'm moving forward at speed. This is my season.
October 12, 2025 at 5:21 AM
I don’t know how
to/be
scissor smooth

& cut to the end

to all she knew
as ashes crawl
in the groove of strings
that resonant sense

of ghosts that cling
to the movement
of her voice
just
gives your life away

#whistpr #poetrysky #rustwarning
October 22, 2025 at 4:41 PM
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a threnody
where my heart should be
its atavistic grame
pooling in ink blots & words
i #sublimate the urge poorly,
limning in broken thoughts & skin
as masked desires #clash
with a hope for better days
and the lunacy of a sickle moon

#vss365 #whistpr
September 29, 2025 at 12:14 PM
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a half-cracked death mask
plastered on a scowl
split lips obviate condolences
with a pan am, #saucer smile
sorrow adheres an armour of #rage
to a broken being
like scales #cling to butterfly wings
a warning of shimmering toxicity
camouflage from the curious

#vss365 #whistpr #emoetry
October 21, 2025 at 12:07 PM
I wish I ran like a dog

eyes up
faith in a stride
tang of sun-warmed
iron-rich earth
huffed across my tongue

to be sick at
alum lilies
vomit up this energy
howl a dirge &

be done

to cut at birth
needled teeth
loveworn

to forgive and never forget

#vss365 #poetryhaitus
October 22, 2025 at 4:22 PM
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you dip your toe in the #swamp
to escape the quicksand
what could it hurt
now you're up to your neck
in a filthy #synthesis of love & hate
staying afloat with #mushrooms
while darkness presses down
on the top of your head

#vss365 #whistpr #blueskyrelay
September 17, 2025 at 12:15 PM
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#quick as you like
may death tease but for a blink
a moment's passing

#inkmine [quick] #haiku
#writingprompt #blueskypoets
September 19, 2025 at 10:14 PM
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wizened #shell
broken since a cursëd birth
a scar-covered scar blighting the earth
my eyes burn w/ #ineffable disgust
as i float outside in blessëd dissociation
watching from an #extrusion of self
i pick at the wretched scab
hoping to rip it clean before reintegration

#vss365 #whistpr #blueskyrelay
September 19, 2025 at 12:08 PM
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A bouquet of
Flowers make no sound
Yet they speak the words
Of silent hearts’ thump thump

If I recline
Under their shelter
Just call me reckless

#Perhaps indeed I was it
The symphony of whispers
Before your desires’ madness

#vss365
#poetry
September 21, 2025 at 7:25 AM
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a clean robe
& an iv accessory
her face painted delirium
#wrapped in a room so white
this must be heaven, she thinks
where hunger isn't devouring me
& the sky has yet to fall
wait until mommy & daddy see
—where have they gone
declarations that life is good
is a razor of #absurdity

#vss365 #whistpr
September 9, 2025 at 11:58 AM
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i'm beside myself
and he's not #bearable
and this isn't sustainable
wolfsbane, hemlock
any loathe #potion will do
shattered glass isn't repairable
a noose too frayed isn't wearable
but a poison goes down smooth
and makes him rue the day
he sidled up to me

#vss365 #whistpr
September 10, 2025 at 4:45 PM
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I smell you on the morning air, rotting in a folding chair, wood paneling in your room-sized coffin. You touched me once, with the warmth of a virus, but I'm better now. And gone. I'm up a tree like sunlight. I'm down a mountain like ice #melt. I'm in the woods - no panel - hunting magic.

#whistpr
August 2, 2025 at 12:08 PM
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red leaves falling
red river reflections
another scar

- ❖ -

multitudes
every facet has two sides
gem in the dark

#dailyhaikuprompt [red leaves]
#haikuchallenge [facet] #haiku
#writingprompt #blueskypoets
August 3, 2025 at 5:47 PM