"...Every corner feels like another crossroad,
every street carrying its own hesitation..."
We Built This Prison by @NoBlabs https://t.co/rCxvmJk0aq #poetry#Berlin
Tread softly
in this silhouette
of a sigh
I already held on
for far too long
Cry silently
in these scars that breathe
where nothing is
as it seems
Step closer
to where this consciousness
holds down the past
and this heart
struggles to read the stars
#vss365
for there was a time
in the distant long ago
where after the tempest
there rose a flawless #rainbow
yet no soul ever saw
so I promise you this
in my prism of existence
and through all I'll ever see
the most beautiful light
will forever be you to me.
#vss365
I think in shades
Motions of another time
The starling didn’t sing
today
Maybe it is tired
In the hourglass of mind
I rummage for memories
We fell off the rainbow’s
edge
Grey stripes behind my eyes
#vss365
'...The salon manager assured me
it would just take a bit longer —
“they’re still learning,” she said.
I said, “Okay.”...'
Held Hostage by a Student Stylist by @NoBlabs https://t.co/f1KDzaIVqE #poetry in @thelituppress
an outer space of stars
the magic of worlds beyond
Jupiter and Mars
yet here on Earth
amongst trees, herbs and flowers
the passage of seasons and hours
She teaches me
her song
tis here I wish to be
on this land
to this Earth I belong
I give her my willing hand
#vss365#space
"...“Salvation requires following specific ways,” she replies automatically, like a machine..."
Exploring a Church’s Offerings on Fifth Avenue by @NoBlabs https://t.co/905UPYdtvh #NarrativeNonfiction in @thelituppress#LitPub
when darkness came
and kindness was eclipsed by hate
man plucked out an eye
and tucked it inside
his pouch of perfumed poison
clutched it to his chest
and bowed his neck
as the drones of the overlords
herded the broad roads
circling overhead
#vss365#eclipse#poetrycommunity
angst-ridden face
strange crooked street
panic barely controlled
mask of meet and greet is the ask
slipping further and further
eclipsed by the hours
brain fog blocks out the Sun
no longer maintaining
no longer restraining
no place for flowers
reach for a gun
#vss365
- Banksy
“Writing can be a hurtful game — and to me, that’s the fun part. The masochist in me, the one who’s been torn, wants to keep feeling it until I finally say, ‘Enough.’” — @NoBlabs https://t.co/MI4VGOemN3
Strange domain
riven by shadow knives
seemingly alive
nor mass nor light to cast them
Aching secret sorrows
pulse in damp night air
no joy can outlast them
Marsh lights dance
foetid swill of waters still
Lost souls wander
the story they do tell … this is hell
#gothicvss
Nirvana beyond the edge
Karma moving knots
in the thread of twilight
Twists of fate perhaps
Her restless momentary
dream almost touching
But not quite
Imperfect duality
lingers in her mind
#vss365