#vss365

They enrage, inspire,
Upset, and drama.
Educate, miseducate,
Inform, lie, cause a palaver!
Left/right.
Written weapons, inked commiserations.
Each #article could be that writers noose,
Or it could raise them through the roof.
Make believe, or too shocking to be true…

They build me and you.

#vss365

Words, essays, dreams, characters.
They’re in me.
Up there.
Scenarios, views, love, stories.
Demons, heroes, ordinary people.
They’re up there, where my #conscious puts them.
Front and centre.
They’re what I believe.

They’re what you hear…

Really liking #vss365

On reflection, yesterday’s didn’t quite work the way I wanted it to, but never mind. I can refine it. It’s been a long time since I’ve written ‘properly’ so just enjoying the ride, the prompts, and the work of others.

#vss365

Birth ‘Dad’, insert scorn!
‘Dad’,
Even the night I decided it should end.
You didn’t talk to me…
Mum - strong, you - needle!
Birth ‘Dad’, read the room,
An #arbitrary chat to my ‘Dad’, done.
My +1 Dad! Oh, I’ve…
Got one, Loves us.
Got one, he cares.
Got one, I am one.

And it ain’t you…

Marvel Zombies, I was unfamiliar with your game.

This looks riotous!

Skin doodle day!

Filling in my lower left leg with a web design, and a Universal Monsters band on my upper left arm.

Marvellous, as they say in the great texts of the aged!

#vss365

They #elude me, the nice words.
The compliments, flirts.
Always have.
I look behind me, to my left and right, or to whomever they’re speaking as those words are not for me. Not meant. Lost to my ears. Not used to them.
One day, I may learn, but at the moment I’m back of the class.

One day…

#vss365

Like a punch out of a mirror,
or a greasy photo album.
Like a song from a long lost club; this earworm burrows different.
#past doesn’t always have to be hidden in poetry, no!
It can be basic
Not metaphors; a slap, word, look.
What you had, or we.
You spoke t’me cause we shared it.

Damn…

This is my idea of a very nice day out!