#vss365 #quiver I write a dark hymn That remembers me, In the ink of my grave And veil dust, of beyond~ My name, a raven From the cerulean seas, Where my soul sings In quivers..vagabond, #poetrycommunity Pic from Pinterest

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#vss365 What if the door is closed? She’s tired of bartering for dreams woven from the teeth of “never enough.” #Pain is nothing more than blood traded for rust. The girl, the insufficient girl, crafting broken stars from her forsaken garden of forget-mes. She is wilting dust in

#vss365 #FoxProse Fox Prose #fairytaleprompts #kaytpoemprompts #loveletters 💌 Shadows of #pain don't belong to me anymore, for I'm a night of whispered desires under your soft moonlight as you evoke intimate longing from tales of the heart...I'm crazy for you so handle me with

Last nite I stole A TimeMachine & took it 4 a spin It bade 1st I read instructions Before I could begin I found this part A royal #pain So reading I pretend Which is why I’m stuck in Time Loop Repeating Without end… Last nite I stole A TimeMachine & took it 4 a spin— #vss365

You are better off watching the flowers bloom, playing with the dogs in your yard. Let the tears that fall rinse the pain, while you dance in the rain cleansing your soul, making you whole again. ~rev #vss365 #pain

FromOneLine If I were a house... A collection of writings and illustrations from over 160 creatives inspired by the opening line "If I were a house." mybook.to/FOLHouse

Tears Fliting between light and shade As lightning Reflects Poking its fingers Through moment of dawn Preventing night's departure It's where She Places memories Into Corners Of her heart From escaping She More than Self-sustaining Self-fulfilling She's Heartfelt And Caring

#vss365 #Pain in his eyes talked Just for a while He wanted time to stop The ache vanish in a puff So, I pressed my lips, onto his

- sometimes endings create new beginnings that takeoff tension when a plane departs earth the logic of knowing death bides but your heart races, recalcitrant with the thrill of flight and life’s everyday pain fades seen in contrails by envious observers far below - #vss365

A #poem for extreme Republicans, corrupt politicians and people who act with impunity. You can never quite get away with it. 👁️ 🪱 TopTweetTuesday

if I pay for past sins how much must you take from me I have so little left…

༻ Where your breath undoes Me The inkwell of your Eyes I draw you Closer The language of your Eyes I draw you closer through my verses, so you can feel the sea rise in my silence, so my gaze can travel far enough to touch you #A_soft_fever_for_You #My_heart_between_your_Hands

Surfing the Empathy of a Lover's Gravity Wave I could tell we were outside of time by your pain Light slowed becoming poetic frames around us Each one a cherished moment we used to be in Mine caught up even as your wings settled down. Two moons and a surreal blue sun painted

the door was left open to a bothy forlorn on the frozen mountainside reaching it windswept and weary my fatigued feet stepped inside upon a box bed of dreams I lay sheltered on a stormy night I awoke fresh on a frigid winter's day with the snowy summit in my sights #FromOneLine

- i hate to get so riled, but my emotions waves of fear can’t separate from the concept of the mind two distinct things so deeply intertwined a ghost in the machine i feel weak and if i’m being honest, a bit sick to my stomach over the idea of seeing you so near. - #vss365

In The world of my heart There is An ocean of my tears Where A storm is my love Drowning my kisses But deep inside The warmth of my embrace Cannot be Suppressed It shines through The chinks Of my broken soul Letting light Into your heart

#vss365 'She is a #ghost in a cathedral of bones' This poem from my collection 'FRAME' comes with a *content warning*. It deals with the subject of anorexia. #poetry #poetrycommunity

♡ what you left in my hand the heat of your unwritten words when souls forget how to be separate Do you know what you left in my hand was not a letter but your heat, still trembling I read you with my mouth closed and my heart open, and one #the_story_we_read_with_our_bodies