C. Swallow (@authorcswallow) 's Twitter Profile
C. Swallow

@authorcswallow

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES ARE WHAT MAKE US BEAUTIFUL, DYNAMIC AND HUMAN 🖤 stay free 🖤 create, contribute, don't judge, be kind, make someone smile everyday.

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Cherie.T.Battiste (@lionesspoet) 's Twitter Profile Photo

#vss365 #beastly I wasn’t raised on lullabies intuition lies under rhythms of my ribcage older than cosmology I grew claws not to wound but to climb wildernesses I survived without apology I don’t pass on learned often lingering fear but a lioness doesnt soften when threat to

C. Swallow (@authorcswallow) 's Twitter Profile Photo

#vss365 #blatant the line circled, and beyond the fog, laid infinite lines, yet the blatant shadow of a step ahead was too easy to mimic one muscle spasm to the side is all it took to wander afar into adventure

C. Swallow (@authorcswallow) 's Twitter Profile Photo

#vss365 #crazed Perfect vision come to life perfectly positioned then in a blink, peace dissolves on the edge of a crazed hymn

C. Swallow (@authorcswallow) 's Twitter Profile Photo

#vss365 #knowingly throwing caution to the wind, there is a void and one direction, in that moment you decide, knowingly leaping onto a trembling tight rope, even gravity itself holds still

Bethany Samaddar (@blsamaddar) 's Twitter Profile Photo

#vss365 She is brittle, a glass chipping in the wind, soft like sun caught in a mother’s hair, unsure like the arc of a memory at dusk. She loves with a #velocity that outpetals light as it searches for footfalls on a lonesome sand. Her touch is a soft‑floating leaf afraid to

#vss365
She is brittle, a glass chipping in the wind,
soft like sun caught in a mother’s hair,
unsure like the arc of a memory at dusk.
She loves with a #velocity that outpetals light
as it searches for footfalls on a lonesome sand.
Her touch is a soft‑floating leaf afraid to
Cherie.T.Battiste (@lionesspoet) 's Twitter Profile Photo

#vss365 #velocity in a mind that loops catastrophe bindweed pulling the trellis of thought tight there are barriers to growth beyond breaking speed synapse after collapse painted over season after season as if silence could still the stem beneath flattened surface insight

C. Swallow (@authorcswallow) 's Twitter Profile Photo

#vss365 #velocity rushing for rapture increases velocity lesser chances no deviation course correction too late rushing into ruptured end

C. Swallow (@authorcswallow) 's Twitter Profile Photo

#vss365 #quest craving to create breathe in breathe out hands weaving letters to words words to stories a generosity feral, free and fun gifting magic high cliffs and quests

Bethany Samaddar (@blsamaddar) 's Twitter Profile Photo

#vss365 A breath. A breath rolled into a blink. A blink touched into a sigh. A sigh fleeted into a dizzying brush. Such are the timid turns of life beautiful. incomplete. gnawing. splendor flush with #splendor. pause me, love when your mind becomes a heron pulled beneath the salt

#vss365
A breath.
A breath rolled into a blink.
A blink touched into a sigh.
A sigh fleeted into a dizzying brush.
Such are the timid turns of life
beautiful.
incomplete.
gnawing.
splendor flush with #splendor.
pause me, love
when your mind becomes a heron
pulled beneath the salt
C. Swallow (@authorcswallow) 's Twitter Profile Photo

#vss365 #splendor identity of splendor a bleeding orange passion flaking cinders of soft calamity generating spice of the soul

Bethany Samaddar (@blsamaddar) 's Twitter Profile Photo

#vss365 I swam in a drop of you. Only from inside, it wasn’t a drop. There were no boundaries, no break in the #spellbound blue. I drifted for many a day and night, your riptide eyes ever calling, until your echo became another elegy of the sea. I try to remember your twilight

#vss365
I swam in a drop of you.
Only from inside, it wasn’t a drop.
There were no boundaries,
no break in the #spellbound blue.

I drifted for many a day and night,
your riptide eyes ever calling,
until your echo became
another elegy of the sea.

I try to remember your twilight