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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We once let ourselves soak
in the boundless rapture
of xylophones and rattles.
Now we force ourselves
to magnetize
to bullets that feign welcoming.
Can we ever again measure
the moments between
life and nothing?
We let the noise fill our lungs.
It's time to cough at last.
#emoetry #vss365 #poetry
in the boundless rapture
of xylophones and rattles.
Now we force ourselves
to magnetize
to bullets that feign welcoming.
Can we ever again measure
the moments between
life and nothing?
We let the noise fill our lungs.
It's time to cough at last.
#emoetry #vss365 #poetry
November 11, 2025 at 2:03 PM
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November 11, 2025 at 1:00 PM
We were literature, opened
to climaxes and dedications
Our flesh was bruised
in clockwork risk.
We tended to our wounds
like caffeinated flies
just to stumble again
in digitized laughter.
The craft of youth
is a slapdash dream;
our hands harden
in the paranoia
of birth.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
to climaxes and dedications
Our flesh was bruised
in clockwork risk.
We tended to our wounds
like caffeinated flies
just to stumble again
in digitized laughter.
The craft of youth
is a slapdash dream;
our hands harden
in the paranoia
of birth.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
November 10, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
Laid a wreath
over a child’s grave
the innocent laughter
the chatter
all gone in minutes
Why?
All ‘coz of holy land
where a few books
of holy #literature
told horrible tales
Children of lesser gods
subjugated to lies
bred in fear
stood guard
over doctrines of hate
~rev
#vss365
over a child’s grave
the innocent laughter
the chatter
all gone in minutes
Why?
All ‘coz of holy land
where a few books
of holy #literature
told horrible tales
Children of lesser gods
subjugated to lies
bred in fear
stood guard
over doctrines of hate
~rev
#vss365
November 10, 2025 at 2:10 PM
Laid a wreath
over a child’s grave
the innocent laughter
the chatter
all gone in minutes
Why?
All ‘coz of holy land
where a few books
of holy #literature
told horrible tales
Children of lesser gods
subjugated to lies
bred in fear
stood guard
over doctrines of hate
~rev
#vss365
over a child’s grave
the innocent laughter
the chatter
all gone in minutes
Why?
All ‘coz of holy land
where a few books
of holy #literature
told horrible tales
Children of lesser gods
subjugated to lies
bred in fear
stood guard
over doctrines of hate
~rev
#vss365
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spin the words
practice the art
more black coffee some ground flower
a pause at a cold and rainy Monday
mundane is mendacity, an ignoring of soul
embrace how we are we
now onto some prompts and tufted bits of silly twisted
into a surreal neo parable of folly as a teacher
addressing the grey
practice the art
more black coffee some ground flower
a pause at a cold and rainy Monday
mundane is mendacity, an ignoring of soul
embrace how we are we
now onto some prompts and tufted bits of silly twisted
into a surreal neo parable of folly as a teacher
addressing the grey
November 10, 2025 at 2:12 PM
spin the words
practice the art
more black coffee some ground flower
a pause at a cold and rainy Monday
mundane is mendacity, an ignoring of soul
embrace how we are we
now onto some prompts and tufted bits of silly twisted
into a surreal neo parable of folly as a teacher
addressing the grey
practice the art
more black coffee some ground flower
a pause at a cold and rainy Monday
mundane is mendacity, an ignoring of soul
embrace how we are we
now onto some prompts and tufted bits of silly twisted
into a surreal neo parable of folly as a teacher
addressing the grey
Reposted by Robert J. W.
I thought survival
meant staying alive
turns out
it’s learning
to laugh
when nothing’s funny
meant staying alive
turns out
it’s learning
to laugh
when nothing’s funny
November 10, 2025 at 2:28 PM
I thought survival
meant staying alive
turns out
it’s learning
to laugh
when nothing’s funny
meant staying alive
turns out
it’s learning
to laugh
when nothing’s funny
Reposted by Robert J. W.
Reposted by Robert J. W.
I talk to the rain
like it owes me something
it doesn’t
it just keeps falling
no judgment
no receipt
just the clean indifference
I wish I could learn
like it owes me something
it doesn’t
it just keeps falling
no judgment
no receipt
just the clean indifference
I wish I could learn
November 10, 2025 at 2:38 PM
I talk to the rain
like it owes me something
it doesn’t
it just keeps falling
no judgment
no receipt
just the clean indifference
I wish I could learn
like it owes me something
it doesn’t
it just keeps falling
no judgment
no receipt
just the clean indifference
I wish I could learn
Reposted by Robert J. W.
I walked the
#countryside 's
rolling hills
looking for
that #region
of release—
a #catharsis
I couldn't feel
even the evening's
blazing sky
seemed #outraged
by its own demise
A deep #sip
of rural air
could not assuage
my addled mind
I had broken a #law
of my own design
the only healer—
time.
#countryside 's
rolling hills
looking for
that #region
of release—
a #catharsis
I couldn't feel
even the evening's
blazing sky
seemed #outraged
by its own demise
A deep #sip
of rural air
could not assuage
my addled mind
I had broken a #law
of my own design
the only healer—
time.
November 9, 2025 at 8:54 AM
I walked the
#countryside 's
rolling hills
looking for
that #region
of release—
a #catharsis
I couldn't feel
even the evening's
blazing sky
seemed #outraged
by its own demise
A deep #sip
of rural air
could not assuage
my addled mind
I had broken a #law
of my own design
the only healer—
time.
#countryside 's
rolling hills
looking for
that #region
of release—
a #catharsis
I couldn't feel
even the evening's
blazing sky
seemed #outraged
by its own demise
A deep #sip
of rural air
could not assuage
my addled mind
I had broken a #law
of my own design
the only healer—
time.
Reposted by Robert J. W.
we are fed noise factories
our womb quiet becomes a myth
the conjuncts between what is and what is expected
are often wrought iron glory twistings bedewed lewd
and angled as angels might
if they were flesh and blood
if they had a soul too like we do
dissonance is a weapon against homo gestalt
our womb quiet becomes a myth
the conjuncts between what is and what is expected
are often wrought iron glory twistings bedewed lewd
and angled as angels might
if they were flesh and blood
if they had a soul too like we do
dissonance is a weapon against homo gestalt
November 9, 2025 at 1:52 PM
we are fed noise factories
our womb quiet becomes a myth
the conjuncts between what is and what is expected
are often wrought iron glory twistings bedewed lewd
and angled as angels might
if they were flesh and blood
if they had a soul too like we do
dissonance is a weapon against homo gestalt
our womb quiet becomes a myth
the conjuncts between what is and what is expected
are often wrought iron glory twistings bedewed lewd
and angled as angels might
if they were flesh and blood
if they had a soul too like we do
dissonance is a weapon against homo gestalt
Reposted by Robert J. W.
I fall in love
with
November
rain,
the wet leaf
piles littering
paths,
the mirror
puddles
like lakes I must
paddle-
just the sound,
just the cleansing,
can’t explain
it
#bedroomeyes #poetry
with
November
rain,
the wet leaf
piles littering
paths,
the mirror
puddles
like lakes I must
paddle-
just the sound,
just the cleansing,
can’t explain
it
#bedroomeyes #poetry
November 9, 2025 at 1:53 PM
I fall in love
with
November
rain,
the wet leaf
piles littering
paths,
the mirror
puddles
like lakes I must
paddle-
just the sound,
just the cleansing,
can’t explain
it
#bedroomeyes #poetry
with
November
rain,
the wet leaf
piles littering
paths,
the mirror
puddles
like lakes I must
paddle-
just the sound,
just the cleansing,
can’t explain
it
#bedroomeyes #poetry
Reposted by Robert J. W.
#vss365
baggage in places people displaced and a clock that tells the wrong time
covered faces (again) people at distances
the pandemic language is endemic in the worn out old signs
and sighs of lungs scarred from
hacking rough coughs
it was small enough
RNA climbing on the ladder of our DNA
baggage in places people displaced and a clock that tells the wrong time
covered faces (again) people at distances
the pandemic language is endemic in the worn out old signs
and sighs of lungs scarred from
hacking rough coughs
it was small enough
RNA climbing on the ladder of our DNA
November 8, 2025 at 10:58 AM
#vss365
baggage in places people displaced and a clock that tells the wrong time
covered faces (again) people at distances
the pandemic language is endemic in the worn out old signs
and sighs of lungs scarred from
hacking rough coughs
it was small enough
RNA climbing on the ladder of our DNA
baggage in places people displaced and a clock that tells the wrong time
covered faces (again) people at distances
the pandemic language is endemic in the worn out old signs
and sighs of lungs scarred from
hacking rough coughs
it was small enough
RNA climbing on the ladder of our DNA
Reposted by Robert J. W.
November 8, 2025 at 7:18 AM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
ship-sickness is inspired by the following prompt words:
#nauseated
#Emoetry
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social
#history
@youngliz.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social
#nauseated
#Emoetry
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social
#history
@youngliz.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social
November 8, 2025 at 5:00 AM
ship-sickness is inspired by the following prompt words:
#nauseated
#Emoetry
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social
#history
@youngliz.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social
#nauseated
#Emoetry
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social
#history
@youngliz.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social
Reposted by Robert J. W.
Reposted by Robert J. W.
the noisy ate us a nauseated quiet
another day in the salt mine world
of go go go get your kicks paid for by someone else
your level of tolerance and acceptance to imbalance tells us
what kind of person you may be
what kinds of wares you collect being aware here
soul and sick bag skin #emoetry
another day in the salt mine world
of go go go get your kicks paid for by someone else
your level of tolerance and acceptance to imbalance tells us
what kind of person you may be
what kinds of wares you collect being aware here
soul and sick bag skin #emoetry
November 8, 2025 at 1:48 PM
the noisy ate us a nauseated quiet
another day in the salt mine world
of go go go get your kicks paid for by someone else
your level of tolerance and acceptance to imbalance tells us
what kind of person you may be
what kinds of wares you collect being aware here
soul and sick bag skin #emoetry
another day in the salt mine world
of go go go get your kicks paid for by someone else
your level of tolerance and acceptance to imbalance tells us
what kind of person you may be
what kinds of wares you collect being aware here
soul and sick bag skin #emoetry
Reposted by Robert J. W.
(a revisit)
The liminal criminal sighs,
Caught between shadows and lies.
A future that he denies,
The liminal criminal sighs.
No clear path before his eyes,
As daylight begins to rise.
The liminal criminal sighs,
Caught between shadows and lies.
#blueskyrelay #Liminal #poetry #Triolet
The liminal criminal sighs,
Caught between shadows and lies.
A future that he denies,
The liminal criminal sighs.
No clear path before his eyes,
As daylight begins to rise.
The liminal criminal sighs,
Caught between shadows and lies.
#blueskyrelay #Liminal #poetry #Triolet
November 8, 2025 at 1:55 PM
(a revisit)
The liminal criminal sighs,
Caught between shadows and lies.
A future that he denies,
The liminal criminal sighs.
No clear path before his eyes,
As daylight begins to rise.
The liminal criminal sighs,
Caught between shadows and lies.
#blueskyrelay #Liminal #poetry #Triolet
The liminal criminal sighs,
Caught between shadows and lies.
A future that he denies,
The liminal criminal sighs.
No clear path before his eyes,
As daylight begins to rise.
The liminal criminal sighs,
Caught between shadows and lies.
#blueskyrelay #Liminal #poetry #Triolet
Reposted by Robert J. W.
Summer is a marvelous caramel
a blood sugar magic when November
stir pot glow dreamed of salt tight skin
a raw state without words nor needing any
remembering the shady tops of trees
splendid undulates, velvet belled symphony
spoon i coffee mused
window fleeting daylight shadow slow
#emoetry
a blood sugar magic when November
stir pot glow dreamed of salt tight skin
a raw state without words nor needing any
remembering the shady tops of trees
splendid undulates, velvet belled symphony
spoon i coffee mused
window fleeting daylight shadow slow
#emoetry
November 7, 2025 at 1:36 PM
Summer is a marvelous caramel
a blood sugar magic when November
stir pot glow dreamed of salt tight skin
a raw state without words nor needing any
remembering the shady tops of trees
splendid undulates, velvet belled symphony
spoon i coffee mused
window fleeting daylight shadow slow
#emoetry
a blood sugar magic when November
stir pot glow dreamed of salt tight skin
a raw state without words nor needing any
remembering the shady tops of trees
splendid undulates, velvet belled symphony
spoon i coffee mused
window fleeting daylight shadow slow
#emoetry
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Gentle hush in the
Amber light of streetlamp glow,
As two souls part ways.
#BSPP47 #AmberLight #GentleHush #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@blueskypoetry.bsky.social
Amber light of streetlamp glow,
As two souls part ways.
#BSPP47 #AmberLight #GentleHush #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@blueskypoetry.bsky.social
November 7, 2025 at 1:41 PM
Gentle hush in the
Amber light of streetlamp glow,
As two souls part ways.
#BSPP47 #AmberLight #GentleHush #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@blueskypoetry.bsky.social
Amber light of streetlamp glow,
As two souls part ways.
#BSPP47 #AmberLight #GentleHush #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@blueskypoetry.bsky.social