🎄✨Giselle✨🎄
@paperwings.bsky.social
Reader, Writer, Poet, Daydreamer, Artist, Mother
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🎄✨Giselle✨🎄
@paperwings.bsky.social
· Aug 25
Tonight I sit, waiting,
On the eve of your 1st birthday.
My heart is full, and heavy
Joy and sorrow interwoven
In restless dancing
My little love, you grow
Beautiful and wild
Daring darling
I'll be here
Your heartbeat on the monitor
Still an echo in my ear
Little fingers on my heart
~etched
❤️
On the eve of your 1st birthday.
My heart is full, and heavy
Joy and sorrow interwoven
In restless dancing
My little love, you grow
Beautiful and wild
Daring darling
I'll be here
Your heartbeat on the monitor
Still an echo in my ear
Little fingers on my heart
~etched
❤️
Tonight I sit, waiting,
On the eve of your 1st birthday.
My heart is full, and heavy
Joy and sorrow interwoven
In restless dancing
My little love, you grow
Beautiful and wild
Daring darling
I'll be here
Your heartbeat on the monitor
Still an echo in my ear
Little fingers on my heart
~etched
❤️
On the eve of your 1st birthday.
My heart is full, and heavy
Joy and sorrow interwoven
In restless dancing
My little love, you grow
Beautiful and wild
Daring darling
I'll be here
Your heartbeat on the monitor
Still an echo in my ear
Little fingers on my heart
~etched
❤️
August 25, 2025 at 8:28 PM
Tonight I sit, waiting,
On the eve of your 1st birthday.
My heart is full, and heavy
Joy and sorrow interwoven
In restless dancing
My little love, you grow
Beautiful and wild
Daring darling
I'll be here
Your heartbeat on the monitor
Still an echo in my ear
Little fingers on my heart
~etched
❤️
On the eve of your 1st birthday.
My heart is full, and heavy
Joy and sorrow interwoven
In restless dancing
My little love, you grow
Beautiful and wild
Daring darling
I'll be here
Your heartbeat on the monitor
Still an echo in my ear
Little fingers on my heart
~etched
❤️
#drawing #sketching drew the first moment my mum held my daughter, her granddaughter, at the hospital for her birthday. ❤️
February 25, 2025 at 2:35 PM
#drawing #sketching drew the first moment my mum held my daughter, her granddaughter, at the hospital for her birthday. ❤️
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there is a winter
without the bright white
of snow
without frost
shimmering in the morning
independent of Earth's tilt
and the promise
of return
it has been long
since your sunshine
fawned over my skin
and I cannot keep the cold
from my memory
and I wonder
will I ever be warm
again?
#vss365
without the bright white
of snow
without frost
shimmering in the morning
independent of Earth's tilt
and the promise
of return
it has been long
since your sunshine
fawned over my skin
and I cannot keep the cold
from my memory
and I wonder
will I ever be warm
again?
#vss365
January 23, 2025 at 5:08 PM
there is a winter
without the bright white
of snow
without frost
shimmering in the morning
independent of Earth's tilt
and the promise
of return
it has been long
since your sunshine
fawned over my skin
and I cannot keep the cold
from my memory
and I wonder
will I ever be warm
again?
#vss365
without the bright white
of snow
without frost
shimmering in the morning
independent of Earth's tilt
and the promise
of return
it has been long
since your sunshine
fawned over my skin
and I cannot keep the cold
from my memory
and I wonder
will I ever be warm
again?
#vss365
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The #lace -like web got larger. Over the past few weeks, it obtained parachute proportions. Some days she waited, convinced that only Shelob could have woven it, but then the diminutive spider would wander forth, spinning merrily.
The step creaked. He had returned. #vss365
The step creaked. He had returned. #vss365
January 22, 2025 at 5:20 PM
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Soft,
The skin,
like #lace.
Fragile untouched porceline,
a museum piece,
uncatalogued,
and languishing
behind,
not glass,
but a cardboard,
shard filled crate.
Looking for someone with a crowbar.
To come set it free.
#vss365
#poem #quickwrite #poetsofbluesky
The skin,
like #lace.
Fragile untouched porceline,
a museum piece,
uncatalogued,
and languishing
behind,
not glass,
but a cardboard,
shard filled crate.
Looking for someone with a crowbar.
To come set it free.
#vss365
#poem #quickwrite #poetsofbluesky
January 22, 2025 at 5:44 PM
Soft,
The skin,
like #lace.
Fragile untouched porceline,
a museum piece,
uncatalogued,
and languishing
behind,
not glass,
but a cardboard,
shard filled crate.
Looking for someone with a crowbar.
To come set it free.
#vss365
#poem #quickwrite #poetsofbluesky
The skin,
like #lace.
Fragile untouched porceline,
a museum piece,
uncatalogued,
and languishing
behind,
not glass,
but a cardboard,
shard filled crate.
Looking for someone with a crowbar.
To come set it free.
#vss365
#poem #quickwrite #poetsofbluesky
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January 22, 2025 at 6:08 PM
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whether loose
and unsecure
or crisscrossed
& woven tight
our lives are laced
intertwined
sometimes
there are tangles
& knots
I leave them be
for even in disorder
it is better
to be touching
turning
and looping around you
for together
we are fabric
and apart
I am but a string
and a strand
#vss365
and unsecure
or crisscrossed
& woven tight
our lives are laced
intertwined
sometimes
there are tangles
& knots
I leave them be
for even in disorder
it is better
to be touching
turning
and looping around you
for together
we are fabric
and apart
I am but a string
and a strand
#vss365
January 22, 2025 at 6:28 PM
whether loose
and unsecure
or crisscrossed
& woven tight
our lives are laced
intertwined
sometimes
there are tangles
& knots
I leave them be
for even in disorder
it is better
to be touching
turning
and looping around you
for together
we are fabric
and apart
I am but a string
and a strand
#vss365
and unsecure
or crisscrossed
& woven tight
our lives are laced
intertwined
sometimes
there are tangles
& knots
I leave them be
for even in disorder
it is better
to be touching
turning
and looping around you
for together
we are fabric
and apart
I am but a string
and a strand
#vss365
We tangle like #lace
Clinging to each other
Fingers parting
Like webs clinging
Till finally we split
Holes appearing
Gaps in memory
Like drunken kisses
Spread across
As many years
As there has been
~Love
And all is aged
To vanilla yellow
The soft scoop
Of yesterday
Still kisses
At my heart.
#vss365
Clinging to each other
Fingers parting
Like webs clinging
Till finally we split
Holes appearing
Gaps in memory
Like drunken kisses
Spread across
As many years
As there has been
~Love
And all is aged
To vanilla yellow
The soft scoop
Of yesterday
Still kisses
At my heart.
#vss365
January 22, 2025 at 7:39 PM
I wear a #cloak of lies
It hides me from your eyes
No, it wasn't true
But what choice had I?
My heart was used
And I was drowning
Falling down
I had to find a foothold
Some way to climb
Up and out
Of this pit of sorrow
No. It wasn't love.
No. It doesn't hurt.
It never did.
You were right.
#vss365
It hides me from your eyes
No, it wasn't true
But what choice had I?
My heart was used
And I was drowning
Falling down
I had to find a foothold
Some way to climb
Up and out
Of this pit of sorrow
No. It wasn't love.
No. It doesn't hurt.
It never did.
You were right.
#vss365
January 17, 2025 at 4:21 PM
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She was walking into class when she saw someone in a #cloak duck out of sight behind the building.
Annoyed she went over to confront the person.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Protecting my queen," he replied.
"I'm only the queen in your world, here I'm just a normal 9th grader." #vss365
Annoyed she went over to confront the person.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Protecting my queen," he replied.
"I'm only the queen in your world, here I'm just a normal 9th grader." #vss365
January 17, 2025 at 1:36 PM
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When the weather got cold, Alice rejected my offer of a new coat for school.
"I think I'll start wearing a #cloak instead." I raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
"So, our kid's a vampire now?" my husband asked that night.
"Just finding her inner 19th century countess, i think."
#vss365
"I think I'll start wearing a #cloak instead." I raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
"So, our kid's a vampire now?" my husband asked that night.
"Just finding her inner 19th century countess, i think."
#vss365
January 17, 2025 at 1:50 PM
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Grandpa wanted to be a poet, a beat.
Under this cloak he hitchhiked across the plains, wandering among communes and camps.
He was one of the last to meet Uncle Seymour, the walking blacksmith.
Meanwhile grandma was at home with 8 children to feed.
There was no money. The baby cried.
#vss365
Under this cloak he hitchhiked across the plains, wandering among communes and camps.
He was one of the last to meet Uncle Seymour, the walking blacksmith.
Meanwhile grandma was at home with 8 children to feed.
There was no money. The baby cried.
#vss365
January 17, 2025 at 2:19 PM
Grandpa wanted to be a poet, a beat.
Under this cloak he hitchhiked across the plains, wandering among communes and camps.
He was one of the last to meet Uncle Seymour, the walking blacksmith.
Meanwhile grandma was at home with 8 children to feed.
There was no money. The baby cried.
#vss365
Under this cloak he hitchhiked across the plains, wandering among communes and camps.
He was one of the last to meet Uncle Seymour, the walking blacksmith.
Meanwhile grandma was at home with 8 children to feed.
There was no money. The baby cried.
#vss365
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Reposted by 🎄✨Giselle✨🎄
I'm reading your eyes
for stories
touch me
& weave me in
tell me in kisses
that will melt
the ice of this world
for there is much
that makes one cold
I'm sliding
across your skin
there is music
in vibrations
our hips
the harmonics
of amplification
make the silence
of indifference
no more
#vss365
for stories
touch me
& weave me in
tell me in kisses
that will melt
the ice of this world
for there is much
that makes one cold
I'm sliding
across your skin
there is music
in vibrations
our hips
the harmonics
of amplification
make the silence
of indifference
no more
#vss365
January 13, 2025 at 6:15 PM
I'm reading your eyes
for stories
touch me
& weave me in
tell me in kisses
that will melt
the ice of this world
for there is much
that makes one cold
I'm sliding
across your skin
there is music
in vibrations
our hips
the harmonics
of amplification
make the silence
of indifference
no more
#vss365
for stories
touch me
& weave me in
tell me in kisses
that will melt
the ice of this world
for there is much
that makes one cold
I'm sliding
across your skin
there is music
in vibrations
our hips
the harmonics
of amplification
make the silence
of indifference
no more
#vss365
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Welcome everyone to the encore of #QuickQuill. I hope you enjoy! Let's begin with Round 1. Please write a poem or vss with a metaphor for:
Truth
(you need not use the word 'truth' in your write)
#quickquill
Truth
(you need not use the word 'truth' in your write)
#quickquill
January 11, 2025 at 4:01 PM
Welcome everyone to the encore of #QuickQuill. I hope you enjoy! Let's begin with Round 1. Please write a poem or vss with a metaphor for:
Truth
(you need not use the word 'truth' in your write)
#quickquill
Truth
(you need not use the word 'truth' in your write)
#quickquill
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Yes
I often think of you & me
Yes
I think a lot of what used to be
Yes
I’d like it to have ended differently
Yes
I wanted without a doubt to be free
Yes
There were things I never wanted you to see
Yes
I walked away from it all independently
Yes
I made some mistakes in order to be free
I often think of you & me
Yes
I think a lot of what used to be
Yes
I’d like it to have ended differently
Yes
I wanted without a doubt to be free
Yes
There were things I never wanted you to see
Yes
I walked away from it all independently
Yes
I made some mistakes in order to be free
January 11, 2025 at 3:03 PM
Yes
I often think of you & me
Yes
I think a lot of what used to be
Yes
I’d like it to have ended differently
Yes
I wanted without a doubt to be free
Yes
There were things I never wanted you to see
Yes
I walked away from it all independently
Yes
I made some mistakes in order to be free
I often think of you & me
Yes
I think a lot of what used to be
Yes
I’d like it to have ended differently
Yes
I wanted without a doubt to be free
Yes
There were things I never wanted you to see
Yes
I walked away from it all independently
Yes
I made some mistakes in order to be free