James Cutley
@jamescutley.bsky.social
Novelist. Maverick. Engineer. Dog lover. The power of the mind is infinite. My books excite and inspire. Available at Amazon: amazon.com/dp/B0CJ3HKQPY
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James Cutley
@jamescutley.bsky.social
· Mar 2
Sucked in to the chase
Striving for attention
Digital jet wash
Now your jet's in a fret
Vectors in turmoil
Switch to analogue wings
Find your line, ring your poise
Hear the tone through the #noise
Set loose your focus rockets
And blow up your goal
#vss365
Striving for attention
Digital jet wash
Now your jet's in a fret
Vectors in turmoil
Switch to analogue wings
Find your line, ring your poise
Hear the tone through the #noise
Set loose your focus rockets
And blow up your goal
#vss365
a fighter jet is flying through a blue sky with a red target in the background
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April 10, 2025 at 12:28 PM
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Draped over the #balustrade, the shimmer of silver lamé mixed with the tearful wailing of a drunken starlet who had missed the mark, though through no fault of her own.
The Academy has lost its senses—or it never had any, cried her agent. Come dear, there's no accounting for taste.
#vss365
The Academy has lost its senses—or it never had any, cried her agent. Come dear, there's no accounting for taste.
#vss365
March 3, 2025 at 6:36 AM
Draped over the #balustrade, the shimmer of silver lamé mixed with the tearful wailing of a drunken starlet who had missed the mark, though through no fault of her own.
The Academy has lost its senses—or it never had any, cried her agent. Come dear, there's no accounting for taste.
#vss365
The Academy has lost its senses—or it never had any, cried her agent. Come dear, there's no accounting for taste.
#vss365
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My hope
Has fallen #fathoms
Down into
Deepest sea
If you
Love yourself
It’s best
You do not follow me
Woman once
Tried rescue
Now bad dreams
Won’t let her be
I’m tortured…
And if you’re smart
You will not
Heed my pleas
But when has love
E’er been “smart?”
Bring wine—
I’ll bring the Brie
#vss365
Has fallen #fathoms
Down into
Deepest sea
If you
Love yourself
It’s best
You do not follow me
Woman once
Tried rescue
Now bad dreams
Won’t let her be
I’m tortured…
And if you’re smart
You will not
Heed my pleas
But when has love
E’er been “smart?”
Bring wine—
I’ll bring the Brie
#vss365
March 2, 2025 at 8:52 AM
When someone fights to overcome the torment of their youth, shopping at the hardship #emporium, using every #fathom of lifeline at their grasp, braving the sea spray of negativity amidst churning swells of doom, willing themselves to reach the calm sea of contentment
It's a beautiful thing!
#vss365
It's a beautiful thing!
#vss365
March 2, 2025 at 6:25 AM
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Nigh searched through each dusty shelf but found no sign."Sorry, mama," she whispered, disturbing a swollen-bellied spider in a dim corner, who then scuttled away.
"Ah! Welcome to The #Emporium of Almosts!" a voice pealed. "How about half a cup of tea? Or perhaps... a story with no ending?"
#vss365
"Ah! Welcome to The #Emporium of Almosts!" a voice pealed. "How about half a cup of tea? Or perhaps... a story with no ending?"
#vss365
March 1, 2025 at 10:00 AM
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A horse lived in
My neighborhood
Who always
Left home “strapped”
By wearing sharp horn
On his head
In case
He was attacked
Horn came
From an #emporium
That dealt
In magic hacks
Told him
It’d make him unicorn
It don’t
& that’s a fact
So far he has
Impaled a priest
& stabbed me
In the back
#vss365
My neighborhood
Who always
Left home “strapped”
By wearing sharp horn
On his head
In case
He was attacked
Horn came
From an #emporium
That dealt
In magic hacks
Told him
It’d make him unicorn
It don’t
& that’s a fact
So far he has
Impaled a priest
& stabbed me
In the back
#vss365
Is a unicorn a horse, or is it a case of convergent evolution?
March 1, 2025 at 12:42 PM
Lion sentries guard the #emporium's entrance, their soft manes betraying strands of stone. They command a second look as I pass; a testament to their fastidious creator: an artisan of few words, I'd predict... I'd hope. A chatty stonemason... Ha!
#vss365
#vss365
March 1, 2025 at 11:05 AM
Lion sentries guard the #emporium's entrance, their soft manes betraying strands of stone. They command a second look as I pass; a testament to their fastidious creator: an artisan of few words, I'd predict... I'd hope. A chatty stonemason... Ha!
#vss365
#vss365
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hummingbird
perched on artillery
outlier canvas
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#sheikhawrites #micropoetry #vss365 #haiku #poetsofbluesky
hummingbird
perched on artillery
outlier canvas
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#sheikhawrites #micropoetry #vss365 #haiku #poetsofbluesky
February 28, 2025 at 11:46 AM
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hummingbird
perched on artillery
outlier canvas
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#sheikhawrites #micropoetry #vss365 #haiku #poetsofbluesky
hummingbird
perched on artillery
outlier canvas
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#sheikhawrites #micropoetry #vss365 #haiku #poetsofbluesky
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People saw her living life her own way & she was viewed with pity, as an #outlier of life. They were unaware she had a light within her that was impossible to extinguish, one that guided her to exactly where she was meant to be. A beacon that would lead others home when the darkness came. #vss365
February 28, 2025 at 3:10 PM
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Home is a lair, and her vision is dim.
She lives in a bedroom, dependent on him.
An outlier stifled by blankets, she mumbles
a sprechstimme of anguish.
A maladaptive dreamer,
clinging to sculptures of hope.
Dissipation ever close,
she breathes degrees of sorrow
into Judas lungs.
#vss365 #bravewrite
She lives in a bedroom, dependent on him.
An outlier stifled by blankets, she mumbles
a sprechstimme of anguish.
A maladaptive dreamer,
clinging to sculptures of hope.
Dissipation ever close,
she breathes degrees of sorrow
into Judas lungs.
#vss365 #bravewrite
March 1, 2025 at 12:32 AM
Home is a lair, and her vision is dim.
She lives in a bedroom, dependent on him.
An outlier stifled by blankets, she mumbles
a sprechstimme of anguish.
A maladaptive dreamer,
clinging to sculptures of hope.
Dissipation ever close,
she breathes degrees of sorrow
into Judas lungs.
#vss365 #bravewrite
She lives in a bedroom, dependent on him.
An outlier stifled by blankets, she mumbles
a sprechstimme of anguish.
A maladaptive dreamer,
clinging to sculptures of hope.
Dissipation ever close,
she breathes degrees of sorrow
into Judas lungs.
#vss365 #bravewrite
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Beware the urge to disregard the #outlier, she who finds the courage to believe and behave with loyalty to her own moral compass over following a crowd, that unique individual who refuses to live in a box of someone else's creation, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 is the one you'd do well to observe.
#vss365
✍️ #writers
#vss365
✍️ #writers
February 28, 2025 at 4:12 PM
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The #outlier risks to the #degree desired or inherent. The #hawk does not choose its talons. We are expert in our denial, yet Life courses with blood, and enmity goes for that which instinct rejects. The trophy head drips in time to the songs of the native hoard. #vss365 #vsspoem #vssdaily
February 28, 2025 at 9:01 AM
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#outlier of truth
carving lines that cut apart
facets lose their form
#vss365 #haikuchallenge #facet #haiku 🖼️ Pinterest
carving lines that cut apart
facets lose their form
#vss365 #haikuchallenge #facet #haiku 🖼️ Pinterest
February 28, 2025 at 9:34 AM
#outlier of truth
carving lines that cut apart
facets lose their form
#vss365 #haikuchallenge #facet #haiku 🖼️ Pinterest
carving lines that cut apart
facets lose their form
#vss365 #haikuchallenge #facet #haiku 🖼️ Pinterest
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I trace the fading #contours of empire, thinking of Julian the Apostate, his hands scraping at Constantine’s mark, trying to cleanse what time had set. Had he won, would Apollo’s light still burn? Or was the wheel already turning, too heavy with the weight of the cross? #vss365 #Rome #History
February 27, 2025 at 8:01 PM
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An echo. A ghost. A story left behind. I graze my hand along the memories. Flinch as I feel the skin peel and burn. Tears fall. Blood blossoms. I swallow hard. As I walk through the contours of this moment. Fresh like it was a minute ago. Rotting through the years. #vss365
February 27, 2025 at 8:27 PM
An echo. A ghost. A story left behind. I graze my hand along the memories. Flinch as I feel the skin peel and burn. Tears fall. Blood blossoms. I swallow hard. As I walk through the contours of this moment. Fresh like it was a minute ago. Rotting through the years. #vss365
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