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a steady silence
in the heartbeats...
trapped in seclusion
warped indifference
she stays for a while
as a passerby, watching
waiting for life to begin~

#inkmine #poetry
November 14, 2025 at 1:27 PM
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there's no end here,
at least not today...

there was yesterday
when leaves 🍃 fell
scurrying in their hurry
to kiss the ground~

#inkMine #poetry
November 14, 2025 at 1:29 PM
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mining some ink? spill it
#prompts Nov 14, 2025

Weekend #Prompt - INTEND
(any form of the word)
sixword~tenword~tanka~haiku

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November 14, 2025 at 7:45 PM
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A solitary candle
in yonder window shines
a welcome sight
a midnight flight
the path alight
as Christmas stars align
abundant are the memories
traditions to be passed
farewell the year
soak up good cheer
we gather
home at last

#Whistpr (alight)
#inkmine (abundant)
#poetry
November 14, 2025 at 3:10 PM
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#ScifFiMicro #52 #InkMine
I'll follow, even into the Void
Please, Just Take Me Along
I'm tired of being left behind
FranciscoHerrera pixabay.com
November 14, 2025 at 5:53 PM
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inside the noise
moments #stall
anxieties are #hearty-
an entrance
that begged to
be entered,
life within a
life,
time passing
like a clockwork
cathedral-
enthralling
and isolating;
box within
a box,
light escapes
in kidnapped
flutters
#vssmagic #inkMine #foxprose #weirdmicro #ourpoetryx #poetry
November 14, 2025 at 2:22 PM
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.
that thought you just had
you don't need it...
toss it out of your ear
.

#oddlyme
#inkMine #prompt #thought
#poetry #micropoetry
#photogrpraphy #flower
November 14, 2025 at 12:09 AM
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nougat's sweetness;
the veteran is cleaning
her rifle

#InkMine #nougat
#BraveWrite #veteran
#Senryu #micropoetry
November 12, 2025 at 2:31 PM
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You are a mess
and as such supposedly have no right
to be a stickler
about such abundant disregard.
It is ordinary -
different measures.
A more hearty party is the trick
to not hear the truth stuck
in messes like nougat
like you
vamping almost all alone
#inkmine #writemap #vss365 #measure
November 11, 2025 at 8:14 AM
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#FireWriters35 #366FF #WeirdMicro #InkMine #10WordsPoet
A Monster that Controls
A stalking Wraith
A guilty conscience
#imageprompt
November 14, 2025 at 6:43 PM
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winter is coming
tents of the displaced
drowned in tears
even city cellars breathe with
children’s screams

Fatma Zohra Habis

#tanka #TankaThursday #cellar
#tankapoem
#vss365 #inkMine #poetrycommunity
November 14, 2025 at 3:01 PM
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Most think she's just a #myth. A fairy tale. A paranoid hallucination.

But the Queen of Ravens is a #stickler for protocol.

She brings knowledge. And power. And vengeance.

For a price.

And who needs two eyes anyway?

Pluck it out. Call her name.

She's waiting.

##vss365 #WeirdMicro #InkMine
a painting of a woman with a black cat and the name livita
ALT: a painting of a woman with a black cat and the name livita
media.tenor.com
November 12, 2025 at 9:11 PM
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not a stickler for details
the dog
eats an acorn
#inkMine
November 13, 2025 at 10:00 PM
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Same sickly
sweet beat,
stuck on repeat
as the turntable
spins it out
once again

like the memories
that churn
inside my brain,
tracks I can't change—
playing over
and over
and over
again

the tragic refrain
of pain
I can't change

yet I still sing
that same old

sad song.

#InkMine
November 12, 2025 at 6:37 PM
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first single flake
float's into town
hollywood snow.
#inkmine #dailyhaikuprompt #senryu
November 13, 2025 at 6:46 PM
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When something tickles
the #stickler, he hackles,
his fickle tongue sharp
as a sickle.

#inkmine
November 13, 2025 at 12:22 PM
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my life has been laden
with hearty banquets

but my hunger
is only for you

#inkMine
November 14, 2025 at 3:01 PM
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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛...
𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚒𝚝?

𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎,
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍—
𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜.

#Orion’sBelt
November 14, 2025 at 12:41 AM
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November 8, 2025 at 1:45 AM
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November 9, 2025 at 11:47 AM
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Had a stroll
November 8, 2025 at 6:08 AM
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A squirrel
November 8, 2025 at 3:22 AM
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August 31, 2025 at 3:01 PM
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Le corps mort!
September 2, 2025 at 10:47 PM