Robert J. W.
@robertjw4688.bsky.social
Poet, writer, artist, mental health warrior/advocate
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Robert J. W.
@robertjw4688.bsky.social
· Aug 21
TODAY IS THE DAY! My new #poetry collection, The Line Breaks Between Lives, is out now! I've put so much effort into this one; it's beautiful, it's ugly, it's witty. It bares teeth and blooms flowers!
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This is no time for healing.
All the negativity I hoard
will eventually burst forth
and my apology
will be a whisper
I place on my wrist.
All atoms have failed me
as I have.
Through the chaos,
I see a sick horse.
I pray to a black hole
that it can carry me
anywhere but here.
#poetry
All the negativity I hoard
will eventually burst forth
and my apology
will be a whisper
I place on my wrist.
All atoms have failed me
as I have.
Through the chaos,
I see a sick horse.
I pray to a black hole
that it can carry me
anywhere but here.
#poetry
November 16, 2025 at 4:00 PM
This is no time for healing.
All the negativity I hoard
will eventually burst forth
and my apology
will be a whisper
I place on my wrist.
All atoms have failed me
as I have.
Through the chaos,
I see a sick horse.
I pray to a black hole
that it can carry me
anywhere but here.
#poetry
All the negativity I hoard
will eventually burst forth
and my apology
will be a whisper
I place on my wrist.
All atoms have failed me
as I have.
Through the chaos,
I see a sick horse.
I pray to a black hole
that it can carry me
anywhere but here.
#poetry
Reposted by Robert J. W.
autumn sun risen
gilded rooftiles — dragonfly's
iridescent sheen
#smallpoemsunday #haiku #poetrycommunity #poetry
gilded rooftiles — dragonfly's
iridescent sheen
#smallpoemsunday #haiku #poetrycommunity #poetry
November 16, 2025 at 9:39 AM
autumn sun risen
gilded rooftiles — dragonfly's
iridescent sheen
#smallpoemsunday #haiku #poetrycommunity #poetry
gilded rooftiles — dragonfly's
iridescent sheen
#smallpoemsunday #haiku #poetrycommunity #poetry
Reposted by Robert J. W.
Victimized? Maybe
But never a victim
I choose my own life
#Emoetry #Prompt #Victimized #Senryu #Haiku #Poetry #Micropoetry #Trauma #Courage #Healing #Resilience
But never a victim
I choose my own life
#Emoetry #Prompt #Victimized #Senryu #Haiku #Poetry #Micropoetry #Trauma #Courage #Healing #Resilience
November 15, 2025 at 1:50 PM
Victimized? Maybe
But never a victim
I choose my own life
#Emoetry #Prompt #Victimized #Senryu #Haiku #Poetry #Micropoetry #Trauma #Courage #Healing #Resilience
But never a victim
I choose my own life
#Emoetry #Prompt #Victimized #Senryu #Haiku #Poetry #Micropoetry #Trauma #Courage #Healing #Resilience
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distraction victimizes with hungry monsters
humanity dying slowly in a dark, barely a spark
or pulse remaining
we wake each day
fortified against a what can be next
feeling inescapable mistrust
as plundering continues unabated
entire futures transported to off shore accounts
#vss365 #emoetry
humanity dying slowly in a dark, barely a spark
or pulse remaining
we wake each day
fortified against a what can be next
feeling inescapable mistrust
as plundering continues unabated
entire futures transported to off shore accounts
#vss365 #emoetry
November 15, 2025 at 1:56 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
Steampunk daydreaming
of a clockwork cathedral
Twisted mass time warp.
#WeirdMicro #ClockworkCathedral
#haiku #senryu
of a clockwork cathedral
Twisted mass time warp.
#WeirdMicro #ClockworkCathedral
#haiku #senryu
November 14, 2025 at 9:39 AM
Steampunk daydreaming
of a clockwork cathedral
Twisted mass time warp.
#WeirdMicro #ClockworkCathedral
#haiku #senryu
of a clockwork cathedral
Twisted mass time warp.
#WeirdMicro #ClockworkCathedral
#haiku #senryu
Reposted by Robert J. W.
sun swallowed
running to flaming colors
as lust invades the mind
and scatterings around me
remind me to follow
this honest reflection
allowing the mirror to shine
#poet #poetry #writerslife
running to flaming colors
as lust invades the mind
and scatterings around me
remind me to follow
this honest reflection
allowing the mirror to shine
#poet #poetry #writerslife
November 14, 2025 at 12:34 PM
sun swallowed
running to flaming colors
as lust invades the mind
and scatterings around me
remind me to follow
this honest reflection
allowing the mirror to shine
#poet #poetry #writerslife
running to flaming colors
as lust invades the mind
and scatterings around me
remind me to follow
this honest reflection
allowing the mirror to shine
#poet #poetry #writerslife
Reposted by Robert J. W.
Evening drips, to so-called morning; night’s alias, before the sunrise.
My anger, is at nothing; so I rail at God, because he won’t get mad.
Ugliness, erupts in me like a vine; and I hide my face, from the night sky.
#sijo
My anger, is at nothing; so I rail at God, because he won’t get mad.
Ugliness, erupts in me like a vine; and I hide my face, from the night sky.
#sijo
November 12, 2025 at 11:33 AM
Evening drips, to so-called morning; night’s alias, before the sunrise.
My anger, is at nothing; so I rail at God, because he won’t get mad.
Ugliness, erupts in me like a vine; and I hide my face, from the night sky.
#sijo
My anger, is at nothing; so I rail at God, because he won’t get mad.
Ugliness, erupts in me like a vine; and I hide my face, from the night sky.
#sijo
The world tastes of sewage
as I gnaw on its circumference.
My rage isn't tender;
it's jagged
as the stepping stones
leading to Hell.
Systems fail by numbers
as they were destined to.
My fiddle is broken
so I play the bones
of my nameless youth,
crying and giggling.
#emoetry #vss365 #poetry
as I gnaw on its circumference.
My rage isn't tender;
it's jagged
as the stepping stones
leading to Hell.
Systems fail by numbers
as they were destined to.
My fiddle is broken
so I play the bones
of my nameless youth,
crying and giggling.
#emoetry #vss365 #poetry
November 13, 2025 at 2:34 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
At some point in one’s life
the #number of yesterdays becomes greater than the number
of your tomorrow's.
Cherish the today's.
Fill them with joy,seek for that which warms a heart .
Until every last one
of your yesterday’s blazes so bright that it lights up every one
of your tomorrow's
#vss365
the #number of yesterdays becomes greater than the number
of your tomorrow's.
Cherish the today's.
Fill them with joy,seek for that which warms a heart .
Until every last one
of your yesterday’s blazes so bright that it lights up every one
of your tomorrow's
#vss365
November 13, 2025 at 9:14 AM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
there’s an art
to leaving a room
without closing the door
let the air finish
what you couldn’t say
to leaving a room
without closing the door
let the air finish
what you couldn’t say
November 13, 2025 at 4:03 AM
there’s an art
to leaving a room
without closing the door
let the air finish
what you couldn’t say
to leaving a room
without closing the door
let the air finish
what you couldn’t say
Reposted by Robert J. W.
Possibly the hardest part,
After excavating deep down,
Is learning how to be gentle
How to be #tender with yourself
Because the decades of defenses
Walls built up to protect
Have left innermost selves
Completely vulnerable, naked,
And completely defenseless
#Poetry #Emoetry #PoetsOfBlueSky
After excavating deep down,
Is learning how to be gentle
How to be #tender with yourself
Because the decades of defenses
Walls built up to protect
Have left innermost selves
Completely vulnerable, naked,
And completely defenseless
#Poetry #Emoetry #PoetsOfBlueSky
November 13, 2025 at 6:37 AM
Possibly the hardest part,
After excavating deep down,
Is learning how to be gentle
How to be #tender with yourself
Because the decades of defenses
Walls built up to protect
Have left innermost selves
Completely vulnerable, naked,
And completely defenseless
#Poetry #Emoetry #PoetsOfBlueSky
After excavating deep down,
Is learning how to be gentle
How to be #tender with yourself
Because the decades of defenses
Walls built up to protect
Have left innermost selves
Completely vulnerable, naked,
And completely defenseless
#Poetry #Emoetry #PoetsOfBlueSky
The school yard is whispering
of the seesaw myth.
I'm under the geometric dome,
believing it all.
We're all caught between
the tragedy of yesterday
and the paranoia of tomorrow.
I've made peace
with the sappiness
but my heart is still candy
and the playground
outgrows me.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
of the seesaw myth.
I'm under the geometric dome,
believing it all.
We're all caught between
the tragedy of yesterday
and the paranoia of tomorrow.
I've made peace
with the sappiness
but my heart is still candy
and the playground
outgrows me.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
November 12, 2025 at 1:49 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
It can be tough
It can seem impossible
But if you try
If you focus on one reason
I think you will find
The strength you require
It can seem impossible
But if you try
If you focus on one reason
I think you will find
The strength you require
November 12, 2025 at 12:31 PM
It can be tough
It can seem impossible
But if you try
If you focus on one reason
I think you will find
The strength you require
It can seem impossible
But if you try
If you focus on one reason
I think you will find
The strength you require
Reposted by Robert J. W.
Told generational lies
Princesses swept away to lives that were enchanting.
Fairytales by sold manufacturers magazines, mothers fathers all enabling the #myth
That little girls grew to be beautiful fulfilling their dreams and hopes.
Only to find them shattered on kitchen floors of reality.
#vss365
Princesses swept away to lives that were enchanting.
Fairytales by sold manufacturers magazines, mothers fathers all enabling the #myth
That little girls grew to be beautiful fulfilling their dreams and hopes.
Only to find them shattered on kitchen floors of reality.
#vss365
November 12, 2025 at 10:05 AM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
thinking can kill the soul
if the heart is ignored
if the heart is ignored
November 12, 2025 at 1:11 PM
thinking can kill the soul
if the heart is ignored
if the heart is ignored
Reposted by Robert J. W.
remnant dream bits
i awake with these maps
of where you've been
i awake with these maps
of where you've been
November 12, 2025 at 1:11 PM
remnant dream bits
i awake with these maps
of where you've been
i awake with these maps
of where you've been
Reposted by Robert J. W.
; the fiery hues of
autumn fade into winter -
a pallette of greys.
#dailyhaikuprompt #faded #winter #autumn #nature #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #poetrysky #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity
autumn fade into winter -
a pallette of greys.
#dailyhaikuprompt #faded #winter #autumn #nature #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #poetrysky #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity
November 12, 2025 at 1:18 PM
; the fiery hues of
autumn fade into winter -
a pallette of greys.
#dailyhaikuprompt #faded #winter #autumn #nature #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #poetrysky #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity
autumn fade into winter -
a pallette of greys.
#dailyhaikuprompt #faded #winter #autumn #nature #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #poetrysky #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity
We once let ourselves soak
in the boundless rapture
of xylophones and rattles.
Now we force ourselves
to magnetize
to bullets that feign welcoming.
Can we ever again measure
the moments between
life and nothing?
We let the noise fill our lungs.
It's time to cough at last.
#emoetry #vss365 #poetry
in the boundless rapture
of xylophones and rattles.
Now we force ourselves
to magnetize
to bullets that feign welcoming.
Can we ever again measure
the moments between
life and nothing?
We let the noise fill our lungs.
It's time to cough at last.
#emoetry #vss365 #poetry
November 11, 2025 at 2:03 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
November 11, 2025 at 1:00 PM
We were literature, opened
to climaxes and dedications
Our flesh was bruised
in clockwork risk.
We tended to our wounds
like caffeinated flies
just to stumble again
in digitized laughter.
The craft of youth
is a slapdash dream;
our hands harden
in the paranoia
of birth.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
to climaxes and dedications
Our flesh was bruised
in clockwork risk.
We tended to our wounds
like caffeinated flies
just to stumble again
in digitized laughter.
The craft of youth
is a slapdash dream;
our hands harden
in the paranoia
of birth.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
November 10, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
Laid a wreath
over a child’s grave
the innocent laughter
the chatter
all gone in minutes
Why?
All ‘coz of holy land
where a few books
of holy #literature
told horrible tales
Children of lesser gods
subjugated to lies
bred in fear
stood guard
over doctrines of hate
~rev
#vss365
over a child’s grave
the innocent laughter
the chatter
all gone in minutes
Why?
All ‘coz of holy land
where a few books
of holy #literature
told horrible tales
Children of lesser gods
subjugated to lies
bred in fear
stood guard
over doctrines of hate
~rev
#vss365
November 10, 2025 at 2:10 PM
Laid a wreath
over a child’s grave
the innocent laughter
the chatter
all gone in minutes
Why?
All ‘coz of holy land
where a few books
of holy #literature
told horrible tales
Children of lesser gods
subjugated to lies
bred in fear
stood guard
over doctrines of hate
~rev
#vss365
over a child’s grave
the innocent laughter
the chatter
all gone in minutes
Why?
All ‘coz of holy land
where a few books
of holy #literature
told horrible tales
Children of lesser gods
subjugated to lies
bred in fear
stood guard
over doctrines of hate
~rev
#vss365