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Steph
@redrosewraith.bsky.social
Pretty much just poetry and movie "reviews"
In another life
We could have been everything.
In this one
We keep missing the mark.

#poetry #poem
February 1, 2026 at 4:13 AM
"You complete me," he said. With that, he tied off the final piece of thread that connected them forever at the hip.

#poetry #prose #horror #twosentencehorror
January 28, 2026 at 5:53 AM
She stared at the canvas,
Stark and blank.
She screamed at it.
"Inspire me,
Please!"
She begged.
And she stared.
.
The page remained blank.
And so did she.

#poem #poetry
January 19, 2026 at 6:55 AM
And as I write
I realize
None of my words
Are mine at all.
Quotes
Lyrics
Memories
More
Fill my head,
Spill out my pen,
And leave me with nothing
To call my own.

#poem #poetry #words
January 13, 2026 at 9:02 PM
"Nobody came to save me"
She said quietly, under her breath.
A tear slipped down her cheek.
She sighed deeply.
Then proclaimed,
"Fine, I'll do it all myself."

#poem #poetry.
December 27, 2025 at 4:38 PM
Crooked smile
Crooked life
Everything
Slightly askew
The feeling of tilting
Everything sliding
Slowly away

#poem
December 23, 2025 at 1:18 AM
An itch,
But nothing there.
You scratch,
And claw,
And bite,
Begging for relief.
Your flesh turns to blood,
And your blood turns to bone,
Until there's nothing left
of you
at all.
#poem #poetry
December 4, 2025 at 7:13 AM
I've got memories I can't place,
Like they belong to someone else.
Flashes of the past
That flood my mind,
But feel more like dreams
Than what once was.
November 29, 2025 at 5:45 AM
She looked at him
With teary eyes
And the words spilled out
Like marbles down the track.
"I wish I loved you
The way you love me."
And even still
He stayed.
November 14, 2025 at 6:25 AM
I remember inspiration
How it felt to feel
What followed was
The numbness
That made life seem unreal
November 7, 2025 at 7:42 PM
If you granted yourself the grace you've given to all the ones who gave you grief, maybe you'd get ... hope.
November 6, 2025 at 9:39 PM
Here's coffee on the carpet,
Dirt stains on the wall.
There are fingerprints on the windows
And I just can't clean them all.
There's a puddle in the corner,
And too much blood to mop.
There are broken bones and shattered souls,
And now ... Here come the cops.

#poem #poetry
November 6, 2025 at 3:31 AM
I'm not asking for a handout,
But if I only put my hand
In the pot to give,
And get sideways glances
When I ask for help
In my hour of need,
Then what good is the pot at all?
November 3, 2025 at 9:26 PM