Robert J. W.
@robertjw4688.bsky.social
Poet, writer, artist, mental health warrior/advocate
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Robert J. W.
@robertjw4688.bsky.social
· Aug 21
TODAY IS THE DAY! My new #poetry collection, The Line Breaks Between Lives, is out now! I've put so much effort into this one; it's beautiful, it's ugly, it's witty. It bares teeth and blooms flowers!
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I refuse to play a fiddle.
I'll continue to play my games
with a smile
and invite you in
so you can see
that buried beneath
the pundits and doomsayers
is an angel's poem
that we can read
until the heart softens
and drapes over the world.
#poetry
I'll continue to play my games
with a smile
and invite you in
so you can see
that buried beneath
the pundits and doomsayers
is an angel's poem
that we can read
until the heart softens
and drapes over the world.
#poetry
January 4, 2026 at 3:14 PM
I refuse to play a fiddle.
I'll continue to play my games
with a smile
and invite you in
so you can see
that buried beneath
the pundits and doomsayers
is an angel's poem
that we can read
until the heart softens
and drapes over the world.
#poetry
I'll continue to play my games
with a smile
and invite you in
so you can see
that buried beneath
the pundits and doomsayers
is an angel's poem
that we can read
until the heart softens
and drapes over the world.
#poetry
Another poem that exceeds the character limit but I feel this is one of my more important messages. I also feel it'll strike some nerves but oh well. We must have hope or they will win.
#poetry
#poetry
January 3, 2026 at 6:54 PM
Another poem that exceeds the character limit but I feel this is one of my more important messages. I also feel it'll strike some nerves but oh well. We must have hope or they will win.
#poetry
#poetry
Reposted by Robert J. W.
the remains of fear
d e p a r t
when we speak of love;
eyes sparkle—
a profusion of colour;
we d r i f t—
as we float, every current
stronger
than before
into oceans of blue.
#poetry
d e p a r t
when we speak of love;
eyes sparkle—
a profusion of colour;
we d r i f t—
as we float, every current
stronger
than before
into oceans of blue.
#poetry
January 3, 2026 at 6:50 PM
the remains of fear
d e p a r t
when we speak of love;
eyes sparkle—
a profusion of colour;
we d r i f t—
as we float, every current
stronger
than before
into oceans of blue.
#poetry
d e p a r t
when we speak of love;
eyes sparkle—
a profusion of colour;
we d r i f t—
as we float, every current
stronger
than before
into oceans of blue.
#poetry
Swallowed keys
churn the stomach
into frost.
The repeated motions
of survival
dilute life
until only pennies
rise to the surface.
There is no glory
in the shivering white flag.
Maybe tomorrow,
the air will flow
instead of weighing down
like a cement world.
#poetry
churn the stomach
into frost.
The repeated motions
of survival
dilute life
until only pennies
rise to the surface.
There is no glory
in the shivering white flag.
Maybe tomorrow,
the air will flow
instead of weighing down
like a cement world.
#poetry
January 3, 2026 at 2:42 PM
Swallowed keys
churn the stomach
into frost.
The repeated motions
of survival
dilute life
until only pennies
rise to the surface.
There is no glory
in the shivering white flag.
Maybe tomorrow,
the air will flow
instead of weighing down
like a cement world.
#poetry
churn the stomach
into frost.
The repeated motions
of survival
dilute life
until only pennies
rise to the surface.
There is no glory
in the shivering white flag.
Maybe tomorrow,
the air will flow
instead of weighing down
like a cement world.
#poetry
Reposted by Robert J. W.
as if wrapped in an adumbrate of a poplar seed
a Winter fae darts and dives the light outside my window
a Winter fae darts and dives the light outside my window
January 3, 2026 at 2:19 PM
as if wrapped in an adumbrate of a poplar seed
a Winter fae darts and dives the light outside my window
a Winter fae darts and dives the light outside my window
January 2, 2026 at 3:56 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
Chickens come to roost
You don't realize that it's you
inviting them home
You don't realize that it's you
inviting them home
January 2, 2026 at 1:55 PM
Chickens come to roost
You don't realize that it's you
inviting them home
You don't realize that it's you
inviting them home
Reposted by Robert J. W.
Reposted by Robert J. W.
You sift through the latest abstraction, with the knowingness that this time, unlike last time, or the time before that, it'll come to fruition.
#vss365 #abstraction
#vss365 #abstraction
January 2, 2026 at 2:43 PM
You sift through the latest abstraction, with the knowingness that this time, unlike last time, or the time before that, it'll come to fruition.
#vss365 #abstraction
#vss365 #abstraction
Reposted by Robert J. W.
January 2, 2026 at 3:17 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
Starlight shimmers
Darkened skies burst secrets
Hidden in the depths
Where too-bright lights
Have blinded from what’s true
I catch them
And I notice
Where the lights,
There,
Shine upon your skin
And mine,
Here too
And placing them
With breath
I taste the stars
#poetry
Darkened skies burst secrets
Hidden in the depths
Where too-bright lights
Have blinded from what’s true
I catch them
And I notice
Where the lights,
There,
Shine upon your skin
And mine,
Here too
And placing them
With breath
I taste the stars
#poetry
January 2, 2026 at 3:22 PM
Starlight shimmers
Darkened skies burst secrets
Hidden in the depths
Where too-bright lights
Have blinded from what’s true
I catch them
And I notice
Where the lights,
There,
Shine upon your skin
And mine,
Here too
And placing them
With breath
I taste the stars
#poetry
Darkened skies burst secrets
Hidden in the depths
Where too-bright lights
Have blinded from what’s true
I catch them
And I notice
Where the lights,
There,
Shine upon your skin
And mine,
Here too
And placing them
With breath
I taste the stars
#poetry
My first poem of the me year exceeded the character limits! I hope ya'll enjoy it, regardless.
#vss365 #delightful #poetry
#vss365 #delightful #poetry
January 1, 2026 at 3:49 PM
My first poem of the me year exceeded the character limits! I hope ya'll enjoy it, regardless.
#vss365 #delightful #poetry
#vss365 #delightful #poetry
Reposted by Robert J. W.
There were shades of hello
and shades of goodbye
in what you said.
I could not tell
I could only feel,
trying to untangle the wires.
Time passed like a metronome,
unyielding,
painful,
repetitive,
with no relent.
#Hello
#vssdaily #poetry #writing #writingcommunity
and shades of goodbye
in what you said.
I could not tell
I could only feel,
trying to untangle the wires.
Time passed like a metronome,
unyielding,
painful,
repetitive,
with no relent.
#Hello
#vssdaily #poetry #writing #writingcommunity
January 1, 2026 at 3:10 PM
There were shades of hello
and shades of goodbye
in what you said.
I could not tell
I could only feel,
trying to untangle the wires.
Time passed like a metronome,
unyielding,
painful,
repetitive,
with no relent.
#Hello
#vssdaily #poetry #writing #writingcommunity
and shades of goodbye
in what you said.
I could not tell
I could only feel,
trying to untangle the wires.
Time passed like a metronome,
unyielding,
painful,
repetitive,
with no relent.
#Hello
#vssdaily #poetry #writing #writingcommunity
Once casual disdain
became a lifestyle.
I was carving ellipses
into mirrors,
I was dreaming
of a discolored flesh
that would muffle the sounds
of a shoebox apocalypse.
I sift through the aftermath
and hope I find
nothing
so that maybe
I can finally live
on the ruins.
#emoetry #vss365 #poetry
became a lifestyle.
I was carving ellipses
into mirrors,
I was dreaming
of a discolored flesh
that would muffle the sounds
of a shoebox apocalypse.
I sift through the aftermath
and hope I find
nothing
so that maybe
I can finally live
on the ruins.
#emoetry #vss365 #poetry
December 31, 2025 at 3:03 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
Reposted by Robert J. W.
Finally
liberated,
I see a future
beyond
this last dance
I see memories
not built on
mystery and myth;
I realized
I don’t
grind
my teeth
at
night
and I’m
no longer hit
by wave
upon wave
of you;
I’m breathing
#blueskyrelay #ourpoetryx #bedroomeyes #foxprose #vssmagic #poetry
liberated,
I see a future
beyond
this last dance
I see memories
not built on
mystery and myth;
I realized
I don’t
grind
my teeth
at
night
and I’m
no longer hit
by wave
upon wave
of you;
I’m breathing
#blueskyrelay #ourpoetryx #bedroomeyes #foxprose #vssmagic #poetry
December 30, 2025 at 5:32 PM
Finally
liberated,
I see a future
beyond
this last dance
I see memories
not built on
mystery and myth;
I realized
I don’t
grind
my teeth
at
night
and I’m
no longer hit
by wave
upon wave
of you;
I’m breathing
#blueskyrelay #ourpoetryx #bedroomeyes #foxprose #vssmagic #poetry
liberated,
I see a future
beyond
this last dance
I see memories
not built on
mystery and myth;
I realized
I don’t
grind
my teeth
at
night
and I’m
no longer hit
by wave
upon wave
of you;
I’m breathing
#blueskyrelay #ourpoetryx #bedroomeyes #foxprose #vssmagic #poetry
Reposted by Robert J. W.
December 30, 2025 at 12:09 PM
I heal myself
of the afflictions
draped in human skin.
Borders bend
in infinite dimensions,
taking on a life
that praises a hollow god
without irony.
A sole reason
multiplies into millions
as spite waves in question.
I smile
in my quiet lacking.
It'll be okay.
#emoetry #vss365 #poetry
of the afflictions
draped in human skin.
Borders bend
in infinite dimensions,
taking on a life
that praises a hollow god
without irony.
A sole reason
multiplies into millions
as spite waves in question.
I smile
in my quiet lacking.
It'll be okay.
#emoetry #vss365 #poetry
December 29, 2025 at 2:09 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
Threads of deception gather on the ground
coiling in the essence of serpentine.
Gossamer piles, delicate they pose,
crush as glass against the very #soles
who dare lay bare and tread
in search of buried truths.
#vss365 #poem #poetry #message #media #oligarchs #struggle #writing #spot_the_lie
coiling in the essence of serpentine.
Gossamer piles, delicate they pose,
crush as glass against the very #soles
who dare lay bare and tread
in search of buried truths.
#vss365 #poem #poetry #message #media #oligarchs #struggle #writing #spot_the_lie
December 29, 2025 at 1:29 PM
Threads of deception gather on the ground
coiling in the essence of serpentine.
Gossamer piles, delicate they pose,
crush as glass against the very #soles
who dare lay bare and tread
in search of buried truths.
#vss365 #poem #poetry #message #media #oligarchs #struggle #writing #spot_the_lie
coiling in the essence of serpentine.
Gossamer piles, delicate they pose,
crush as glass against the very #soles
who dare lay bare and tread
in search of buried truths.
#vss365 #poem #poetry #message #media #oligarchs #struggle #writing #spot_the_lie
Those who cough
on the compromised universe
are bite marks on God's cheek.
How useless their noise,
how sad their perspective.
Their boots are filled
with the blood of their children.
No pity
will arise from their departure
but the rejoicing
will taste of bubblegum.
#poetry
on the compromised universe
are bite marks on God's cheek.
How useless their noise,
how sad their perspective.
Their boots are filled
with the blood of their children.
No pity
will arise from their departure
but the rejoicing
will taste of bubblegum.
#poetry
December 28, 2025 at 4:13 PM
Those who cough
on the compromised universe
are bite marks on God's cheek.
How useless their noise,
how sad their perspective.
Their boots are filled
with the blood of their children.
No pity
will arise from their departure
but the rejoicing
will taste of bubblegum.
#poetry
on the compromised universe
are bite marks on God's cheek.
How useless their noise,
how sad their perspective.
Their boots are filled
with the blood of their children.
No pity
will arise from their departure
but the rejoicing
will taste of bubblegum.
#poetry
Reposted by Robert J. W.
She turned into a bluebird
with mirrored feathers rising into the Sun
She sang "Icarus never knew"
haunting my whispers
as She disappeared into the sky
only the faint echoes where Icarus might have been
remained, bright sparks like Mars
falling where i glimpse
infinity fleeing winged #vss365
with mirrored feathers rising into the Sun
She sang "Icarus never knew"
haunting my whispers
as She disappeared into the sky
only the faint echoes where Icarus might have been
remained, bright sparks like Mars
falling where i glimpse
infinity fleeing winged #vss365
December 28, 2025 at 3:33 PM
She turned into a bluebird
with mirrored feathers rising into the Sun
She sang "Icarus never knew"
haunting my whispers
as She disappeared into the sky
only the faint echoes where Icarus might have been
remained, bright sparks like Mars
falling where i glimpse
infinity fleeing winged #vss365
with mirrored feathers rising into the Sun
She sang "Icarus never knew"
haunting my whispers
as She disappeared into the sky
only the faint echoes where Icarus might have been
remained, bright sparks like Mars
falling where i glimpse
infinity fleeing winged #vss365
When the air
was filling with daggers
I ran
to the void
with no direction.
I hope I'm learning
to breathe again,
to stop dancing
with my scabs.
I vindicate my youth
for his perpetual gaze
into his handcrafted war zone;
he only saw destruction
for the planting of seeds.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
was filling with daggers
I ran
to the void
with no direction.
I hope I'm learning
to breathe again,
to stop dancing
with my scabs.
I vindicate my youth
for his perpetual gaze
into his handcrafted war zone;
he only saw destruction
for the planting of seeds.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
December 27, 2025 at 3:48 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
Do not despair when it appears you have nothing before you. The universe has nothing before it, and yet it continues to expand. Struggle on. Fill that void. #vss365
December 26, 2025 at 4:42 PM
Do not despair when it appears you have nothing before you. The universe has nothing before it, and yet it continues to expand. Struggle on. Fill that void. #vss365
Reposted by Robert J. W.
in the relentless dark
light sneaks in through seams
'tween creaking beams
the smell of wood
and moisture
and time
the future of a fly
struggling in a web
stuck by strands
the cruelty
of enough movement
to have hope
all is decided
just a matter of when
& it breaks one's heart
to watch
#vss365
light sneaks in through seams
'tween creaking beams
the smell of wood
and moisture
and time
the future of a fly
struggling in a web
stuck by strands
the cruelty
of enough movement
to have hope
all is decided
just a matter of when
& it breaks one's heart
to watch
#vss365
December 27, 2025 at 4:48 AM
in the relentless dark
light sneaks in through seams
'tween creaking beams
the smell of wood
and moisture
and time
the future of a fly
struggling in a web
stuck by strands
the cruelty
of enough movement
to have hope
all is decided
just a matter of when
& it breaks one's heart
to watch
#vss365
light sneaks in through seams
'tween creaking beams
the smell of wood
and moisture
and time
the future of a fly
struggling in a web
stuck by strands
the cruelty
of enough movement
to have hope
all is decided
just a matter of when
& it breaks one's heart
to watch
#vss365