#vss365 X-3924 was definitely an #oddball. He should be hunting for spare parts, but it was always finding poetry in unusual places. The gap right down the middle of his work table. Always longing. Never touching. A drone bumping into the window, unable to escape. Winged

#vss365 #Oddball #Prompt I love softly in loud world call me oddball I stay gentle…. hearts bruise easily mine learns to stay when voices rise I lower mine…. if storms arrive I don’t perform I choose presence and stay warm…. #WritingCommunity

I didn’t want my perfume to attract men anymore. I was sick of it. I wanted a repellent. “#Oddball Eau De Parfum repels most people,” the assistant said. “Perfect.” I snapped it up. But I’m still trailed by oddballs, just like before. Maybe it was never the perfume… #vss365

- mist lifts from the murmuring creek bed i leave the trail and the woods do not correct me the damp stones keep their counsel to themselves the mosses suss in their slow, ancient tongue i wet my feet, an #oddball among their patient ranks - #vss365

Nobody’s different We’re all the same Same day Same problems Same challenges To relate is to get perspective You either explode or implode Cowards or berserkers All kinds but black or white Shades of darkness On the other side of light I may feel alien but i’m just like you,

Maybe I am clueless, the ronin said. Maybe I am an oddball. An oddball who believes in the rule of law, and the Constitution, and truth and justice. An oddball indeed! the fox-girl said. Then I am an oddball too. #vss365 #oddball

The man scattered rose petals, dancing from park bench to park bench, then gracefully pirouetted at the central fountain. A woman followed with a battery-operated vacuum, cleaning up the detritus in his wake. “Who are they?” the child asked. “#Oddballs.” #vss365

#vss365 #FoxProse Fox Prose #fairytalepoets #FromOneLine 400 We woke to snow, a romantic vision of a winter soft resurrection in an ever after fairytale revised from #spooked onyx skies into obsidian dreams, for passion canopies the breath between trees of a silken sunrise

I didn’t like the old me began scraping it away but I kept reappearing never closed down pulled out the plug there I was again breathing For 26 words (max) on the theme of kicking over the traces/ new beginnings/ reinvention. TopTweetTuesday Matthew M C Smith Black Bough Poetry / Barddoniaeth Y Gangen Ddu

"Do not darken the day before it ends". The proverb spins in her head like a phrase she once knew but never said. She walks down the hall. Her shadow, #spooked, limps as if it belongs to someone else. The stroll allows the day to end on an #oddball verb that never fades. #vss365

Hairs on my skin rise Floating down away from the aether #Spooked by the déjà vu voice Oft’ heard in dark dreams lucid Mist engulfs around Like a Victorian era mystery If Cupids arrow be a poisoned dart Please don’t let this be the death of me #vss365

Hours of quiet Book, newspaper, music Favorite coffee mug Reality spooked moment #vss365 #spooked

You leave without a sound, Yet your care lingers—#spooked air, Balance life held still. Healers go unnamed, Disbelief in the visible, Still moved by desire. The world feels kinder Because you passed through it once; That alone is enough. #vss365 #FoxProse #OurPoetryX #WriteMap

#vss365 #spooked Those echoes burrowed deep In white-buried lines, Too distant in time from us, Are the things we dare not invite~ For where secrets are raked Under the moon spooked pass, Are our names in the ink, Writing the darkness..of the night, #poetry Pic/pinterest

#vss365 She knew she wasn’t meant for this world when she held the hand of the willow. She searched for her place, wandering moons, forests, centuries, #spooking neither shadows nor the living. She became a trail of lone footprints dissolving— into the past, into the present,

#Spooked are we? world has grown unpredictable a maze of tricks & ugly turns Those chosen to serve anoint themselves rulers what nerve Ill fate: building walls posting sentries guarding every gate only to be undone by a stray shooter in a school after all How bizarre! #vss365

#vss365 #prompt for 7 January, 2026, is #symphony Hopefully this will be music to your ears. "A symphony is no joke". Johannes Brahms Go and write a symphony

#vss365 penniless sitar player busking in Vienna napkin plates and kitten smiles she followed the symphony of simple pleasures found love at the bottom of a well her plastic parents shed silver tears grieving for their long lost daughter she folded her happy heart and tied

#vss365 #FoxProse Fox Prose #fairytalepoets #breatheprompt Glass hearts under a blizzard moon starlight golden imagery, watch it #symphony a love note interlude. The sky glitters within the quietude of sound in the nightfall of constellations floating in moonlight of a

Symphony of silence Soothes restless psyche Sky shadow sparkles #vss365 #symphony