O possessor of my bones, how long have you been dead?
What propels you?
What truths console you?
how long can dust tread unaided by hate.
a shell of charcoal and ash.
Emptied of all things human and inhuman.
@dobbs_Leigh925 It should have been a question but i was a little impaired. Why do I ask? I wanted to know. I think I'm ready to find the answer. If it'll have me. If I'll have me.
O possessor of my bones, how long have you been dead?
What propels you?
What truths console you?
how long can dust tread unaided by hate.
a shell of charcoal and ash.
Emptied of all things human and inhuman.
#dairy in flesh of a life fulfilled.
Etched in lines where blood was spilled.
Scored and slash and even burned.
Marks and signs of lessons learned.
A badge of pride, or so some say.
Ne'er to ever fade away.
#vss365
#languid language, words in stasis.
Using keys to build their faces.
Fingers bent by molding men.
Made and sent to journey's end.
Facsimile fate of paper god.
Knowingly made, eternally flawed.
#vss365#poem#poetry
This Is The Way
Forged, my tales
In fire’s hot veils
Like
Mandalorian steel
Now armor-sheathed
Armed with my pen
I fight
To make you feel
My stories are
A martial art
I write—
You make it real
From #languid love
To mystery
We fight
To the reveal…
#vss365
@matron_yersinia Feeling it right now. I've been so absorbed in video games, renovations and training my replacement at work I'm afraid I'll need a few weeks to shake the ring rust off.
Distant streams of silvery liquid sloughed their way down a small bank. As if a babbling brook had become #languid, refusing to be hurried
"Let's get a closer look at that muck. I want a sample."
"I'll save you some time. It's quicksilver, now move."
"hmp, no fun at all!"
#vss365
Old man hobbles
Down the pier
We call him
Peg Leg Pete
Rumors how
He got that #nub
Grow fierce
With each repeat
Some say
Twas war injury
Others
Say twas shark’s treat
I know
It’s diabetes—
But secret
I’ll e’er keep
Cuz I crewed
On candy heist
That ruined
His old feet
#vss365
"Nothing is more #sensuous than an evening at the baths."
"I fear you're thinking of a different word, Cress."
"Not partial to hot oil then?"
"Unpartial to the unclad."
"Ah, to the sauna then. Can't whine about what you can't see."
"That is where you're wrong, as always."
#vss365
My life is now
A #sensuous journey
Cuz I lost
My fear to feel
Years I’d spent
With my heart imprisoned
In chastity belt
Made of steel
But now I find
U luv Strong-Silent-Types
Feelings
Ain’t part of The Deal
& so I sit here
Awash in hot tears
Pierced by ur
6” high-heels
#vss365
"We provided a variety of #sensuous experiences," Aubergine said. "What'll you have, Honeydew? Grilled will make your favorite meal. Shanks will mix your favorite alcoholic drink. And I can... well, you know."
"What does Brisket do?"
"Uhh... massage?"
"I'll take him!"
#vss365
"Next item. The guild of horn carvers is under #boycott
again. It appears the cities Naovo are refusing to provide horns until a "fair" price can be negotiated. The guild requests an exemption to the livestock ban within city limits until the Nao "Come to their senses""
#vss365
@AlexLucoMusic For Saphis it's pride and insecurity. He's worked hard since he was a child and doesn't want to give up on things he feels he deserves.
Callan is all about his son. As the story progresses it becomes more about doing what good, not only for his son, but for others.
The people of Cionct gathered to gawk at the beast that had harassed them every night for weeks. It was a mottled wolf, bigger than a horse. Blood dripped from three rows of savage fangs, pooling with a #rufous fluid the Elder identified as acid. "Garn," the elder grunted
#vss365
@markangelo_dc27 High fantasy. The technology is late bronze to early iron age, though steel does exist. It's just monopolized. I plan to write a book about that aspect at some point. If I can ever finish Green Shepherds. Are you writing anything at the moment?
Sunset crept over a broken field. Men lay motionless in the mud or hung limply from spikes and nooses. Rays of #rufous light pierced the weakening rain clouds. Dousing the crimson field in a sickly rusted hue. The crows sang a lament of thanks, iridescent in the gloom.
#vss365
@markangelo_dc27 I'm terrible at talking about my stories so bear with me.
It's about a disinherited noble setting out on an expedition to find eternal life, a former prince becoming king to save his son and an outcast warrior trying to erase his past. It's more complicated but that's the gist.