Elvis Dylan
@elvisdylan.bsky.social
metaphors, similes, poetic fragments, quotations, #vss365, #emoetry, photography
Someone inspired me
November 12, 2025 at 7:52 PM
Someone inspired me
#emoetry #PulpFiction
Moonlight struck her cheek like a stage light, and she whispered my name like an apology. I warned her - none of that #sappy stuff, not tonight.
Moonlight struck her cheek like a stage light, and she whispered my name like an apology. I warned her - none of that #sappy stuff, not tonight.
November 12, 2025 at 6:34 PM
#emoetry #PulpFiction
Moonlight struck her cheek like a stage light, and she whispered my name like an apology. I warned her - none of that #sappy stuff, not tonight.
Moonlight struck her cheek like a stage light, and she whispered my name like an apology. I warned her - none of that #sappy stuff, not tonight.
November 12, 2025 at 1:07 PM
#Cubism #PulpDetectiveFiction
#Picasso #Sexy #FemmeFatale #vss365
Well, hello big boy!
I am the femme fatale in
PicassoWorld’s greatest pulp fiction novel. i’m not a #myth. Check out my red dress.
How about you buy me a drink?
#Picasso #Sexy #FemmeFatale #vss365
Well, hello big boy!
I am the femme fatale in
PicassoWorld’s greatest pulp fiction novel. i’m not a #myth. Check out my red dress.
How about you buy me a drink?
November 12, 2025 at 11:35 AM
#Cubism #PulpDetectiveFiction
#Picasso #Sexy #FemmeFatale #vss365
Well, hello big boy!
I am the femme fatale in
PicassoWorld’s greatest pulp fiction novel. i’m not a #myth. Check out my red dress.
How about you buy me a drink?
#Picasso #Sexy #FemmeFatale #vss365
Well, hello big boy!
I am the femme fatale in
PicassoWorld’s greatest pulp fiction novel. i’m not a #myth. Check out my red dress.
How about you buy me a drink?
#vss365 #PulpFiction #FemmeFatale
I wish that the femme fatale in a red dress, the woman who tears your guts out, was a #myth. But it’s not. It’s not.
I wish that the femme fatale in a red dress, the woman who tears your guts out, was a #myth. But it’s not. It’s not.
November 12, 2025 at 11:22 AM
#vss365 #PulpFiction #FemmeFatale
I wish that the femme fatale in a red dress, the woman who tears your guts out, was a #myth. But it’s not. It’s not.
I wish that the femme fatale in a red dress, the woman who tears your guts out, was a #myth. But it’s not. It’s not.
November 12, 2025 at 11:03 AM
Yeah, he’s talking about me.
November 11, 2025 at 12:22 PM
Yeah, he’s talking about me.
#vss365 #PulpFiction
She wore the red dress like it was stitched from danger. I stared too long. She stared back longer. I felt like a man being #measured for his own downfall.
She wore the red dress like it was stitched from danger. I stared too long. She stared back longer. I felt like a man being #measured for his own downfall.
November 11, 2025 at 12:18 PM
#vss365 #PulpFiction
She wore the red dress like it was stitched from danger. I stared too long. She stared back longer. I felt like a man being #measured for his own downfall.
She wore the red dress like it was stitched from danger. I stared too long. She stared back longer. I felt like a man being #measured for his own downfall.
#vss365 #TheAphorist
We are weighed on the scales of wonder. That is the true #measure of our living.
We are weighed on the scales of wonder. That is the true #measure of our living.
November 11, 2025 at 9:17 AM
#vss365 #TheAphorist
We are weighed on the scales of wonder. That is the true #measure of our living.
We are weighed on the scales of wonder. That is the true #measure of our living.
November 10, 2025 at 12:38 PM
November 8, 2025 at 12:36 PM
November 8, 2025 at 12:10 PM
#vss365 #Photography
#Bluesky,
On the skin beneath #language
you touched me once - not with fingers, but with a photograph. Somehow, it curled around my heart. I have worn it ever since.
#Bluesky,
On the skin beneath #language
you touched me once - not with fingers, but with a photograph. Somehow, it curled around my heart. I have worn it ever since.
November 8, 2025 at 10:10 AM
#vss365 #Photography
#Bluesky,
On the skin beneath #language
you touched me once - not with fingers, but with a photograph. Somehow, it curled around my heart. I have worn it ever since.
#Bluesky,
On the skin beneath #language
you touched me once - not with fingers, but with a photograph. Somehow, it curled around my heart. I have worn it ever since.
November 8, 2025 at 9:49 AM
You are correct, sir!
November 8, 2025 at 6:40 AM
You are correct, sir!
I shouted
I threatened
They fled
I threatened
They fled
November 8, 2025 at 5:57 AM
I shouted
I threatened
They fled
I threatened
They fled
November 7, 2025 at 12:51 PM
Who? Me? Are you talking about me!?
November 7, 2025 at 9:46 AM
Who? Me? Are you talking about me!?
#vss365 #Confessions
he had
a zigzag-smile and
a square heart
his feelings
were intensely
#geometric
and I loved him
he had
a zigzag-smile and
a square heart
his feelings
were intensely
#geometric
and I loved him
November 6, 2025 at 6:17 PM
#vss365 #Confessions
he had
a zigzag-smile and
a square heart
his feelings
were intensely
#geometric
and I loved him
he had
a zigzag-smile and
a square heart
his feelings
were intensely
#geometric
and I loved him
#emoetry #PoetryReading
#Lifeless is the bureaucrat’s handshake, all protocol and no pulse, a city of polite robots filing forms for feelings they never had; sincerity stamped “received” and placed in a drawer labeled “Forever.”
#Lifeless is the bureaucrat’s handshake, all protocol and no pulse, a city of polite robots filing forms for feelings they never had; sincerity stamped “received” and placed in a drawer labeled “Forever.”
November 6, 2025 at 11:17 AM
#emoetry #PoetryReading
#Lifeless is the bureaucrat’s handshake, all protocol and no pulse, a city of polite robots filing forms for feelings they never had; sincerity stamped “received” and placed in a drawer labeled “Forever.”
#Lifeless is the bureaucrat’s handshake, all protocol and no pulse, a city of polite robots filing forms for feelings they never had; sincerity stamped “received” and placed in a drawer labeled “Forever.”