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Recycled Hearts While our shadows mingle in the quiet corners of the dining hall, the porcelain plates and silk ties are replaced with the wills of proteins and rope. Breakage is welcome in these soon-to-be remodeled walls. In the kitchen, our emerald freezer sputters, no longer

The prison of perfection holds the strivers in its jail till they find, with introspection, that there’s freedom when we #fail. The #vss365 #prompt for Sept. 13 is #fail. I hope that every writer gains the confidence to try, fail, and try again.

Segredo segreda-me a canção dos dias sem que nos ouça a noite terrível e deixa que dance em mim a voz, a voz azul que é o lugar onde o mundo não pára de nascer. Vasco Gato, 'um mover de mão' foto: Tsuneaki Hiramatsu, 'fireflies at night' youtu.be/sGe1iOB-uAU?si…

#vss365 Looking back, Mama did her best, By today's rules, she'd #fail the test. Mothers are held to a higher bar, Higher than absent fathers are. Unsupervised, I learned to stand. Dangers taught me to be a man. In a stranger’s piteous stare, Mama's lot, I couldn't bear.

The life we get is the life we make. Don’t count the candles; Eat the cake. The #vss365 #prompt for Sept. 14 is #cake. I hope you get to have yours and eat it too. And save a slice for the next vss365 host, Alice, who takes over on Sept. 16 -she's going to be great!

The Great Crossing :-)

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the kitchen is heavy with a quiet presence of spatulas whisks & molds that once held promise of sugarness a vivid memory of warmth & spice wood crackles softly smelling with trace of lemon zest under cinders the essence remains childhood's #cake as doorway to simpler days #vss365

He chose the mountains, rather than the muddy underground tunnels. He'd rather be caked with sky. Above and below were not the same He did miss the feel of soft grass beneath his feet Back when he was free and everyone was hopelessly human. #vss365 #cake #satsplat

Before I post my final #vss365 prompt tonight, remember to follow our next host, Alice. And if you like what I write, I've written an illustrated book for kids called The Book Cook and I’d be honored if you’d ask your local library to carry it. Here’s the first page.

#vss365 A catwalk A #cakewalk Delicate & assured Air of confidence Demeanour so pure Mind tricks Self talk One step at a time Cushioned by faith Grounded in pride Life made to look easy But don’t be fooled It takes practice To walk through Shadows of dark

#vss365 Behind a new mask it's still you your voice the same Coquettish banter with an old queen Brushing fingers with an old moon Leading the reins of an old firby doll Brick by brick laying the path to conquer the new & old King of red velvet #cake Will the new scars you

Faeries Looking Through a Gothic Arch (detail), c. 1860 by John Anster Fitzgerald (British, 1819–1906)

You tumble through life in a game with no rules throw your dice make your choice scheming to succeed just a piece of cake never accepting defeat and then you wait Wait & wonder who decides which throw will land the winning hand does every game need a loser #vss365 #inkMine

I reach beyond me to find the lost breath of my pearls on the other side where love lives in the light pushing back death to seek the winding kiss of a heartbeat leaving hope echoing as I rise like rain breaking the surface casting off salt to bloom a star of sapphire awakening

After a long tedious unsolicited war against my own unrestrained demon I’m able to conquer it calm it down Embracing my unconstraint demon Presenting it #cake of emotions Attained peace like green #leaf Finally my #butterflies are liberated She’s content #NAlove #vss365 #vssdaily

If I should go before my time, I hope I will have left, in rhyme, a legacy of things I’ve said and words I wrote that others read that helped uplift and helped remind that life has many joys to find. The #vss365 #prompt for Sept. 15 is #legacy. Your words are part of yours.

it was the hill where they told her to plant her flag stand proud on the shoulders of your ancestors they said (a #legacy of little luck and misplaced pride) they keep themselves in their station she loves & understands —but can't stay what are you without dreams anyway? #vss365