A.R. Quill (@mcfallpiper) 's Twitter Profile
A.R. Quill

@mcfallpiper

Dark poetess & author of murder, whimsy, and forbidden desires. Spinning shadows, seduction, and fierce truths into words that linger like a kiss—or a knife.

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𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙳𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 ☾𓈒𓐍𓈒𓂂✿𓏸𓐍°✍ (@wolfstalkprey_) 's Twitter Profile Photo

#silent screams of captured ghosts echoes in the haunted ship. Cursed captain laughing evily and getting ready for hunting the mortals. He did it for thousands of years in the Bermuda Triangle, all of them disappeared and their ships were sunk. His soul is bloodthirsty and evil

#silent screams of captured ghosts
echoes in the haunted ship.
Cursed captain
laughing evily and getting ready for hunting the mortals.
He did it for thousands of years
in the Bermuda Triangle,
all of them disappeared and their ships were sunk.
His soul is bloodthirsty and evil
Ashley R. Oden (@ashley_r_oden) 's Twitter Profile Photo

One day, I found, A way to fly— Butterfly wings, Beneath my spine. All the #harried parts, I set them loose, Cast them adrift— Like moths to flame. #vss365

One day, I found,
A way to fly—
Butterfly wings,
Beneath my spine.

All the #harried parts,
I set them loose,
Cast them adrift—
Like moths to flame.

#vss365
𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙳𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 ☾𓈒𓐍𓈒𓂂✿𓏸𓐍°✍ (@wolfstalkprey_) 's Twitter Profile Photo

The #lines_of_power carved on my skin become stronger with each scar, #Silent_reverie has become my habit, I strengthen my inner peace. Watch out how you talk to me because you don't want to #Awaken_the_Beast. #Amatory Amatory~ #green_eyes_lady #Writingcommunity

The #lines_of_power carved on my skin become stronger with each scar,
#Silent_reverie has become my habit,
I strengthen my inner peace.
Watch out how you talk to me
because you don't want to #Awaken_the_Beast.

#Amatory
<a href="/Amatoryq/">Amatory~</a>
#green_eyes_lady
#Writingcommunity
Ashley R. Oden (@ashley_r_oden) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Bits of crimson cherries
Strewn across jagged #skerries,
Mark the place where she now lies—
But who is she beneath the skies? Was it the girl with hair of flame,
Or the one cursed a liar’s name?
No matter, her voice is stilled—
The osprey's beaks have their fill. #vss365

Bits of crimson cherries
Strewn across jagged #skerries,
Mark the place where she now lies—
But who is she beneath the skies?

Was it the girl with hair of flame,
Or the one cursed a liar’s name?
No matter, her voice is stilled—
The osprey's beaks have their fill.
#vss365
Ashley R. Oden (@ashley_r_oden) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Secrets tangled in embrace,
Sanity slipping, untamed thrill.
She begged for resolution,
His grip alone could hold her still. Deeply marked by master’s folly,
Scarlet lips, siren’s will. She clung to reason, lost in madness,
Falling deeper—further still. Amatory~ #Amatory

Secrets tangled in embrace,
Sanity slipping, untamed thrill.
She begged for resolution,
His grip alone could hold her still.

Deeply marked by master’s folly,
Scarlet lips, siren’s will.
She clung to reason, lost in madness,
Falling deeper—further still.
<a href="/Amatoryq/">Amatory~</a> #Amatory
Professor Fox🦊🖤 (@darkxfer) 's Twitter Profile Photo

here in the darkness we lie worlds apart you there, me here this #train of thoughts railless not righteous wanders the recesses of a disquiet mind though slowly in turn we burn in yearning to scream under stars reaching and learning these deepest secrets #vss365

Nacho & Alice (@nachokeys21) 's Twitter Profile Photo

#vss365 #train ‘Getting Nowhere But I’m Found’ Too young or too old, just before the wrinkles— A paper filled, with all sorts of chicken pawing— Not saying enough, or droning on… The waste basket’s always half full, and the train track’s clacking, calling— from the

#vss365 #train 

‘Getting Nowhere But I’m Found’

Too young or too old, 
just before the wrinkles— 

A paper filled, 
with all sorts of chicken pawing—

Not saying enough, or droning on…

The waste basket’s always half full,
and the train track’s clacking, calling—
from the
Perpetual Wanderer (@desinewsbuff) 's Twitter Profile Photo

the train of time keeps moving on we try and we miss and don’t learn a thing whatever you need you will have to find your own I have lost more than I have won and now I know how the perils go and return leaving footprints in the void #vss365

Anish K Gupta (@optionurol) 's Twitter Profile Photo

#vss365 #home #uropoet A love so fierce Brutality of passion A feather lust A place they want to call home For now, Their passion burns An unbreakable chain Hoping for eternal love. But, Hearts so fragile and unsure They may falter, love may wane.

#vss365 #home #uropoet

A love so fierce
Brutality of passion
A feather lust
A place they want to call home

For now, 
Their passion burns
An unbreakable chain
Hoping for eternal love.

But,
Hearts so fragile and unsure
They may falter, love may wane.
DeRicki Johnson (@derickijohnson) 's Twitter Profile Photo

I feel of late Death stalks me I fear to leave my #home Grim Reaper’s Resourceful tho He calls me on my fone I block him With spam filters He won’t leave me alone He drowns me In endless texts I text “NewPhoneWhoDis?” As my evasions fall flat I feel Him Getting pissed #vss365

A.R. Quill (@mcfallpiper) 's Twitter Profile Photo

One of my favorite reads is Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier. From the haunting opening line—"Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again"—to the chilling final page, it’s a masterful gothic tale of love, obsession, and ghosts that lingers long after you finish. #ReadersCommunity

One of my favorite reads is Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier. From the haunting opening line—"Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again"—to the chilling final page, it’s a masterful gothic tale of love, obsession, and ghosts that lingers long after you finish. #ReadersCommunity
A.R. Quill (@mcfallpiper) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Rejoice not 'neath the weeping skies,
We sway for angels' fleeting cries.
A phenomenon of shattered pleas,
Doves’ wings whisper through the trees. As hail strikes hard on ashen clay,
Rejoice in ruin—come what may. #BornBattleReady

Rejoice not 'neath the weeping skies,
We sway for angels' fleeting cries.
A phenomenon of shattered pleas,
Doves’ wings whisper through the trees.
As hail strikes hard on ashen clay,
Rejoice in ruin—come what may.
#BornBattleReady
A.R. Quill (@mcfallpiper) 's Twitter Profile Photo

From stone that crumbled,
#Souvenirs I tore.
A beating heart held tight—
I craved you evermore. Locked in the shadows,
For fear of despair,
I rot in my cage,
The ticking now bare. #vss365

From stone that crumbled,
#Souvenirs I tore.
A beating heart held tight—
I craved you evermore.

Locked in the shadows,
For fear of despair,
I rot in my cage,
The ticking now bare.
#vss365
A.R. Quill (@mcfallpiper) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Beneath the lithosphere they creep,
Little beasts in shadows deep.
Waltzing through veils of night,
Hiding from sun's sharp light. Your eyes betray a tale untold,
Darkness coiled in depths cold.
Yet whispers rise, a vow once sung,
Answer #yes on breathless tongue. #vss365

Beneath the lithosphere they creep,
Little beasts in shadows deep.
Waltzing through veils of night,
Hiding from sun's sharp light.

Your eyes betray a tale untold,
Darkness coiled in depths cold.
Yet whispers rise, a vow once sung,
Answer #yes on breathless tongue.
#vss365
A.R. Quill (@mcfallpiper) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Hallowed one—I call thy name, Let darkness draw me to its flame. My lips do yearn, my soul laid waste, For the bitter thrill of the #creeper’s taste. O shadowed love, grant me this sin, And let me fall to thee again. #vss365

Hallowed one—I call thy name,
Let darkness draw me to its flame.
My lips do yearn, my soul laid waste,
For the bitter thrill of the #creeper’s taste.
O shadowed love, grant me this sin,
And let me fall to thee again.
#vss365