M. Allshouse
@wordsbymallshouse.bsky.social
Writing my way through ruins.
Published poet. Emotional architect.
Ask me what your sorrow would sound like.
Published poet. Emotional architect.
Ask me what your sorrow would sound like.
Pinned
The Stigmata of a Poet
Stigmata of a poet—
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Stigmata of a poet.
A crucifix of emotion.
Bled into verse.
This one hurts. It was meant to.
“Stigmata of a Poet” is now live on Substack.
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#bskypoet #poetry
© M. Allshouse | Do not reproduce.
A crucifix of emotion.
Bled into verse.
This one hurts. It was meant to.
“Stigmata of a Poet” is now live on Substack.
open.substack.com/pub/wordsbym...
#bskypoet #poetry
© M. Allshouse | Do not reproduce.
December 15, 2025 at 5:05 PM
December 12, 2025 at 5:05 PM
December 10, 2025 at 5:04 PM
I love this little corner of the internet where words still mean something.
▫️#PoetryCommunity #WritersOfBsky #GentleWriting #SoftPoetry
▫️#PoetryCommunity #WritersOfBsky #GentleWriting #SoftPoetry
December 8, 2025 at 5:05 PM
I love this little corner of the internet where words still mean something.
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▫️#PoetryCommunity #WritersOfBsky #GentleWriting #SoftPoetry
Winter doesn’t try to be anything it’s not—it doesn’t camouflage the bones. And neither do we, not when we’re writing from the place that winter opens in us.
Read the full reflection on my Substack: open.substack.com/pub/wordsbym...
#WinterPoetry
#PoeticMetaphor
#InnerLandscape
#PoetLife
Read the full reflection on my Substack: open.substack.com/pub/wordsbym...
#WinterPoetry
#PoeticMetaphor
#InnerLandscape
#PoetLife
Winter Is the Season That Knows My Name
Essay by M. Allshouse
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December 6, 2025 at 10:58 PM
Winter doesn’t try to be anything it’s not—it doesn’t camouflage the bones. And neither do we, not when we’re writing from the place that winter opens in us.
Read the full reflection on my Substack: open.substack.com/pub/wordsbym...
#WinterPoetry
#PoeticMetaphor
#InnerLandscape
#PoetLife
Read the full reflection on my Substack: open.substack.com/pub/wordsbym...
#WinterPoetry
#PoeticMetaphor
#InnerLandscape
#PoetLife
Cold nights reveal the shape of your loneliness —
and the truth about your strength.
#writingcommunity #PoetryCommunity
and the truth about your strength.
#writingcommunity #PoetryCommunity
December 5, 2025 at 5:07 PM
Cold nights reveal the shape of your loneliness —
and the truth about your strength.
#writingcommunity #PoetryCommunity
and the truth about your strength.
#writingcommunity #PoetryCommunity
December 3, 2025 at 5:03 PM
Every post is a message in a bottle—we just hope the right soul finds it.
▫️#PoetryThreads #WritersOfBsky #WritingCommunity #PoeticConfession
▫️#PoetryThreads #WritersOfBsky #WritingCommunity #PoeticConfession
December 1, 2025 at 5:04 PM
Every post is a message in a bottle—we just hope the right soul finds it.
▫️#PoetryThreads #WritersOfBsky #WritingCommunity #PoeticConfession
▫️#PoetryThreads #WritersOfBsky #WritingCommunity #PoeticConfession
Beauty doesn’t disappear in the dark—it learns to whisper.
▫️#PoetryThreads #WritersOfBsky #PoetryOfTheDay #LyricalThoughts
▫️#PoetryThreads #WritersOfBsky #PoetryOfTheDay #LyricalThoughts
November 28, 2025 at 3:03 PM
Beauty doesn’t disappear in the dark—it learns to whisper.
▫️#PoetryThreads #WritersOfBsky #PoetryOfTheDay #LyricalThoughts
▫️#PoetryThreads #WritersOfBsky #PoetryOfTheDay #LyricalThoughts
I write because silence has never been enough.
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▫️#PoetryCommunity #AmWriting #PoeticLines #LyricalWriting
November 26, 2025 at 3:03 PM
I write because silence has never been enough.
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▫️#PoetryCommunity #AmWriting #PoeticLines #LyricalWriting
I still believe in tenderness, even when it trembles.
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November 21, 2025 at 3:03 PM
I still believe in tenderness, even when it trembles.
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▫️#WritersOfBsky #PoetryOfHope #SoftPoetry #PoetOnX
Even ruins remember what it felt like to stand tall.
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November 19, 2025 at 3:04 PM
Even ruins remember what it felt like to stand tall.
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▫️#PoetryCommunity #HealingThroughArt #CreativeWriting #PoeticSoul
I am both the prayer and the blasphemy that answers it.
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▫️#PoeticConfession #PoetryThreads #SpiritualWriting #LyricalThoughts
November 14, 2025 at 3:03 PM
I am both the prayer and the blasphemy that answers it.
▫️#PoeticConfession #PoetryThreads #SpiritualWriting #LyricalThoughts
▫️#PoeticConfession #PoetryThreads #SpiritualWriting #LyricalThoughts
Some truths arrive dressed as heartbreak.
▫️#PoetThoughts #EmotionalAlchemy #WritersOnX #WritersOfBsky
▫️#PoetThoughts #EmotionalAlchemy #WritersOnX #WritersOfBsky
November 12, 2025 at 3:03 PM
Some truths arrive dressed as heartbreak.
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▫️#PoetThoughts #EmotionalAlchemy #WritersOnX #WritersOfBsky
Every scar is a stanza that refused to stay silent.
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▫️#PoetryOfTheSoul #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #DarkPoetry
November 7, 2025 at 3:05 PM
Every scar is a stanza that refused to stay silent.
▫️#PoetryOfTheSoul #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #DarkPoetry
▫️#PoetryOfTheSoul #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #DarkPoetry
The moon doesn’t ask permission to be seen. Neither should you.
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▫️#PoetryCommunity #LyricalWriting #WritersLife #PoeticVoice
November 5, 2025 at 3:04 PM
The moon doesn’t ask permission to be seen. Neither should you.
▫️#PoetryCommunity #LyricalWriting #WritersLife #PoeticVoice
▫️#PoetryCommunity #LyricalWriting #WritersLife #PoeticVoice
We are all just poems pretending to be people.
▫️#PoetryThreads #WritersOfBsky #LyricalWriting #CommunityOfWords
▫️#PoetryThreads #WritersOfBsky #LyricalWriting #CommunityOfWords
November 3, 2025 at 3:03 PM
We are all just poems pretending to be people.
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The house exhaled — and the candles went out. #poetry #writingcommunity
October 31, 2025 at 9:32 AM
The house exhaled — and the candles went out. #poetry #writingcommunity
Every crow in Salem remembers the smoke. #poetry #writingcommunity
October 31, 2025 at 9:32 AM
Every crow in Salem remembers the smoke. #poetry #writingcommunity
October 31, 2025 at 9:32 AM
The spell worked — the shadows haven’t stopped following me since. #poetry #writingcommunity
October 31, 2025 at 9:32 AM
The spell worked — the shadows haven’t stopped following me since. #poetry #writingcommunity
So if you find peace in cemeteries, or comfort in the sound of rain hitting headstones — don’t flinch from that. It doesn’t make you strange. It makes you honest.
Read the full essay on Unclaimed Ink: open.substack.com/pub/wordsbym...
#MAllshouse #SpookySeason #Macabre #Darkwriting #traumawriting
Read the full essay on Unclaimed Ink: open.substack.com/pub/wordsbym...
#MAllshouse #SpookySeason #Macabre #Darkwriting #traumawriting
The Comfort of the Macabre
A Short Essay by M. Allshouse
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October 25, 2025 at 5:35 PM
So if you find peace in cemeteries, or comfort in the sound of rain hitting headstones — don’t flinch from that. It doesn’t make you strange. It makes you honest.
Read the full essay on Unclaimed Ink: open.substack.com/pub/wordsbym...
#MAllshouse #SpookySeason #Macabre #Darkwriting #traumawriting
Read the full essay on Unclaimed Ink: open.substack.com/pub/wordsbym...
#MAllshouse #SpookySeason #Macabre #Darkwriting #traumawriting
I woke with whispers stitched into my skin. #poetry #writingcommunity
October 22, 2025 at 4:09 PM
I woke with whispers stitched into my skin. #poetry #writingcommunity
The night hummed with voices no wind could carry. #poetry #writingcommunity
October 20, 2025 at 4:36 PM
The night hummed with voices no wind could carry. #poetry #writingcommunity
To write is to crave communion—to demand witness. You take something sacred, maybe even private, and speak it into permanence. You make it immortal, and that act alone changes you. The page doesn’t just reflect; it consumes.
open.substack.com/pub/wordsbym...
#PoetryCommunity #AutumnAtmosphere
open.substack.com/pub/wordsbym...
#PoetryCommunity #AutumnAtmosphere
How to Write a Curse
An Essay By M. Allshouse
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October 18, 2025 at 5:21 PM
To write is to crave communion—to demand witness. You take something sacred, maybe even private, and speak it into permanence. You make it immortal, and that act alone changes you. The page doesn’t just reflect; it consumes.
open.substack.com/pub/wordsbym...
#PoetryCommunity #AutumnAtmosphere
open.substack.com/pub/wordsbym...
#PoetryCommunity #AutumnAtmosphere