"Do you like the taste of burning asphalt and candle wax? Well boy do we have a treat for you !"
then what are we,
who #travel alone
dragging suspicious gazes
along the dark edge
of familiarity
buriden's ass trapped between solitude
& acceptance;
a burden of beasts
when then we visit the shambles longingly
there are no huckle bearers
to ferry us home
#vss365
A horse&wagon
Jus b4
Our World did end
Now I #travel
Town2town
Where strangers
R my friends
2 them
I sell potions
& elixirs
Full of vim
Ingredients
I forage
Off lands
They living in
It’s all
In da packaging
I tell my old horse
Kin
Dat horse knows
Every secret
My trust
I put in him
#vss365
hate the packing
the lines
the bed without my pillow
the way the sun settles
the moon shrugs
as I bemoan
this break from comfort
zones that may be vibrant
but all I know
of unknown hearts
is shadowed fury
#vss365
Travel
hate the packing
the lines
the bed without my pillow
the way the sun settles
the moon shrugs
as I bemoan
this break from comfort
zones that may be vibrant
but all I know
of unknown hearts
is shadowed fury
#vss365
Travel
Charcuterie
Dem zombies
Wanna gnaw
But I
Plan deny dem
As I crank up
My chainsaw
See ‘mongst dem
My evil neighbors
& my
Mom-in-law
Wife just looks
At me & shrugs
I guess
Mom shoulda called
Guess bad blood
Between these two
Raised dead
Who’ve come to brawl
#vss365
Charcuterie
Dem zombies
Wanna gnaw
But I
Plan deny dem
As I crank up
My chainsaw
See ‘mongst dem
My evil neighbors
& my
Mom-in-law
Wife just looks
At me & shrugs
I guess
Mom shoulda called
Guess bad blood
Between these two
Raised dead
Who’ve come to brawl
#vss365
She could #travel worlds with a touch—frail fingers brushing the leathery spines of old books. Today, a blank one, its cover surprisingly warm. Opening it, she vanished, leaving behind a faint breeze, the scent of petrichor, and her favourite bookmark on the desk.
#vss365
#shortstory
She could #travel worlds with a touch—frail fingers brushing the leathery spines of old books. Today, a blank one, its cover surprisingly warm. Opening it, she vanished, leaving behind a faint breeze, the scent of petrichor, and her favourite bookmark on the desk.
#vss365
#shortstory
#vss365
Green is the grass in the dreams where we lay
dismissing the world, unbridled our stay
Yellow the sun that shimmers the dew
my thoughts be of one, that one, only you
Blue is the breeze that carries your name
travels rivers & mountains, e’er seeking it’s claim
#vss365 #poetry
compares
to the path
moving through veins
centering in heart
#traveling
from age to age
no exploration
rivals
eruptions of soul
shaking alluvium
of body
no journey
challenges
this singular voyage
into depths of I
it is all that is~
no regrets
for passing by
#vss365 #poetry📸 V.Sjostrom
compares
to the path
moving through veins
centering in heart
#traveling
from age to age
no exploration
rivals
eruptions of soul
shaking alluvium
of body
no journey
challenges
this singular voyage
into depths of I
it is all that is~
no regrets
for passing by
#vss365 #poetry📸 V.Sjostrom
being loved to
being unloved,
from promises kept
and unkept ,
from wait to
endless wait.
Then,
My eyes searched
you through sea
of emotions, but
I collided with turbulent
tides.
Now wrecked and
broken, I #travel no more.
#vss365
being loved to
being unloved,
from promises kept
and unkept ,
from wait to
endless wait.
Then,
My eyes searched
you through sea
of emotions, but
I collided with turbulent
tides.
Now wrecked and
broken, I #travel no more.
#vss365