#writingcommunity #reading #vss365
no one knows my heart was a stone
no one knows the fear I softly moan
but I do. I do.
I wake today & collect my crayons
I walk today & color outside lines
I color until I weep out the death
in #remembrance of you
& bird flys flys flys
#vss365
no one knows my heart was a stone
no one knows the fear I softly moan
but I do. I do.
I wake today & collect my crayons
I walk today & color outside lines
I color until I weep out the death
in #remembrance of you
& bird flys flys flys
#vss365
for a world of war and hate
starving children’s eyes
climate crisis fate
children killed at schools
families at parade
shot on Halloween
for God’s sake
I have fallen
with this fallen world
fallen love
fallen, fallen
such a waste
#vss365
for a world of war and hate
starving children’s eyes
climate crisis fate
children killed at schools
families at parade
shot on Halloween
for God’s sake
I have fallen
with this fallen world
fallen love
fallen, fallen
such a waste
#vss365
my footsteps
are so much smaller
than yours
I am a minnow
beside a whale’s body
I cast no #shadow
and there is no echo
to my voice
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until I become only the madness of you
let me join you at the well that feeds our thirst
as I drink in the crescendo of our rising
then we’ll lie upon the dew of morning grass
while my hands still tingle from the breath of you
#vss365 #hand
and we’ll make music from wildflowers
surrender to the warm earth
relax, the mountains will be our sentinel
our soft kisses will make shooting stars
and even our whispers will echo amongst the gods
that forever, forever, I am yours and you are mine
and we’ll make music from wildflowers
surrender to the warm earth
relax, the mountains will be our sentinel
our soft kisses will make shooting stars
and even our whispers will echo amongst the gods
that forever, forever, I am yours and you are mine
Mostly I am
my accuser
& judge
I am outside myself
[but trapped]
my body / my dreams
I am my longings
& fantasias—
my masturbatory reveries
I am my own revenge
I am not
my own
I am:
the regret I eat each night
the poison
pride
I’ll never swallow
#poetry #writing #micro
Mostly I am
my accuser
& judge
I am outside myself
[but trapped]
my body / my dreams
I am my longings
& fantasias—
my masturbatory reveries
I am my own revenge
I am not
my own
I am:
the regret I eat each night
the poison
pride
I’ll never swallow
#poetry #writing #micro
poetry
live theatre, dance, jazz
playing classical guitar & singing
the paranormal
energy work - Reiki and Healing Touch
certified reflexologist and yoga teacher
genealogy
making homemade cards & Artist Trading cards
my best days are spent in nature &/or with animals
Poetry
Writing
Horror
Archeology
Egyptology
Cryptozoology
Reading
SciFi
Silent movie/comedy era
Spiders
poetry
live theatre, dance, jazz
playing classical guitar & singing
the paranormal
energy work - Reiki and Healing Touch
certified reflexologist and yoga teacher
genealogy
making homemade cards & Artist Trading cards
my best days are spent in nature &/or with animals
stare at what’s inside of you
too many judge
what they do not approve
too many judge
what they don’t understand
go gently on this earth
be somebody’s hand
go gently
on this earth
be someone’s
soft place to land
#whistpr
stare at what’s inside of you
too many judge
what they do not approve
too many judge
what they don’t understand
go gently on this earth
be somebody’s hand
go gently
on this earth
be someone’s
soft place to land
#whistpr
please can you cover me
don’t know who I am
I hope you’ll discover me
I am not heavy
will you please carry me
I’m trapped in this place
like someone has buried me
I’m trapped in time,
time has smothered me
don’t know who I am
but I hope you’ll discover me
#vss365
please can you cover me
don’t know who I am
I hope you’ll discover me
I am not heavy
will you please carry me
I’m trapped in this place
like someone has buried me
I’m trapped in time,
time has smothered me
don’t know who I am
but I hope you’ll discover me
#vss365
in your black and white world
judging everything
colorful and happy
I carry a rose
to your soon-to-be grave
you walk through life
as if buried alive
singing a tune of despair
I wish
I could help you
but you’re too lost in yourself
and immune
to the love
all around you
#whistpr
in your black and white world
judging everything
colorful and happy
I carry a rose
to your soon-to-be grave
you walk through life
as if buried alive
singing a tune of despair
I wish
I could help you
but you’re too lost in yourself
and immune
to the love
all around you
#whistpr
and beautiful
I just want to crawl inside
and bask in the warmth,
so satisfied
or be a favorite pet
out for a walk
in refreshing ease
those days I am so #cheerful
and so easy to please
#whistpr
and beautiful
I just want to crawl inside
and bask in the warmth,
so satisfied
or be a favorite pet
out for a walk
in refreshing ease
those days I am so #cheerful
and so easy to please
#whistpr
you were just photos,
the dust of history
but now as I end my destiny
I wonder about you who made me
there’s no one to fill the
#void that was you
I dream of meeting you
in an imaginary space
and I get
dry-mouthed, staged-fright shaking
over this curiosity
#whistpr
you were just photos,
the dust of history
but now as I end my destiny
I wonder about you who made me
there’s no one to fill the
#void that was you
I dream of meeting you
in an imaginary space
and I get
dry-mouthed, staged-fright shaking
over this curiosity
#whistpr
the night is cold and starless
I don’t have a white cane
to lead me through this darkness
why doesn’t life come with a map
some holy Braille
so I can feel my way
out of these destitute days,
a stick to fight my shadow self
and break away from this madness
#vss365
the night is cold and starless
I don’t have a white cane
to lead me through this darkness
why doesn’t life come with a map
some holy Braille
so I can feel my way
out of these destitute days,
a stick to fight my shadow self
and break away from this madness
#vss365
Travel Agent
Assistant Buyer
Crisis Line Counselor
Adjunct Faculty, University
Yoga Teacher
Reflexologist
Harbour management
Cafe
Art supplies store
Call center
Auctionshouse
Vintage clothes store
Stylist of storefronts
Journalist
Store manager high end clothes
Travel Agent
Assistant Buyer
Crisis Line Counselor
Adjunct Faculty, University
Yoga Teacher
Reflexologist
my given name
I only come out
in darkness
I was born
under a midnight sky
abandoned
by the one
who created me
unsought
unloved
I am just a shadow
a name
given by the night
a name
to be whispered
in #candlelight only
#vss365
my given name
I only come out
in darkness
I was born
under a midnight sky
abandoned
by the one
who created me
unsought
unloved
I am just a shadow
a name
given by the night
a name
to be whispered
in #candlelight only
#vss365
relentless and indefatigable
since ancient earth
I have carried you
me, always looking ahead
you, always at my back
what is the meaning of your hollowed eyes
& why do you stare me down completely
burning a hole right through me
what are you trying to teach me
#whistpr
relentless and indefatigable
since ancient earth
I have carried you
me, always looking ahead
you, always at my back
what is the meaning of your hollowed eyes
& why do you stare me down completely
burning a hole right through me
what are you trying to teach me
#whistpr
going on over here
I have goblins
coming out my ears
not the fun kind
you see on Halloween
I did you wrong
tho’ you were the best I’d ever seen
can’t believe I sabotaged
such a good thing
I’ve got regrets
coming out my spleen
I gotta come clean
I gotta come clean
#vss365
going on over here
I have goblins
coming out my ears
not the fun kind
you see on Halloween
I did you wrong
tho’ you were the best I’d ever seen
can’t believe I sabotaged
such a good thing
I’ve got regrets
coming out my spleen
I gotta come clean
I gotta come clean
#vss365
I was not made in heaven
I live in darker spaces
where the sad things grow
I am not made
of cotton candy roses
or pretty perfumed smiles
I am of grit and dirty faces
I am a soul who toils
beneath the surface
of happy places
where no one else
wants to go
#whistpr
I was not made in heaven
I live in darker spaces
where the sad things grow
I am not made
of cotton candy roses
or pretty perfumed smiles
I am of grit and dirty faces
I am a soul who toils
beneath the surface
of happy places
where no one else
wants to go
#whistpr