Account spawned from @PNeelamraju. Writing is cathartic for me- I like to cover a range of themes and emotions here in short write-ups and poems; #vss365; more
The sea doesn't come to the river
A quid pro quo mode brings them together
The sea is always right, a constant, a mainstay
The river is self-correcting and fixing its course
It's mid-year, and something new is in flight
The standards have reached a whole new height
It's no longer enough that you just gaslight
You gotta struggle and fight to prove it right.
Don't just keep it down to earth and local
Take it all the way up to astral and metaphysical
Cover those planes — the spiritual, physical, and mental
Make it appear empirical and turn it universal
Motion finds value in friction in ways we don’t expect.
Behind occlusion, light finds its way to shine. Weirdly enough,
neither unfazed nor unblocked, but rather aided by it.
#vss365
"The times... they are a-changing" could also mean a cycling through to #primitive times. Many of us crave a return to those ancient values. We don't mean the caveman living (not something we want again), but further east, where simpler times meant that righteousness or dharma was the reigning value. After all, technology, when it reaches its full potential, is indistinguishable from spirituality - the mark of those times. The explosion of artificial intelligence is certainly a harbinger of a return to the primeval times in the moral and spiritual sense.
Some wounds never truly heal. They become strange and beautiful things—proof that we endured something #Wondrous. My time as host is nearing its end. On Monday, I hand the torch to another keeper of the Muses: @skeptikoi.
It's May 30, 2026, and your #vss365#prompt is #Wondrous.
Hello #vss365 writers and readers. I’m honored to be your host from June 1st to June 15th. Prompts will drop 1 PM GMT/9 AM EDT. Many thanks to Jeff Shaw, @shaw_six for his intriguing and stimulating prompts. I’m eager to read your work over the next two weeks.
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His hope dwindles and his heart sinks, the #remnant confidence no more than a smidgen. The one he rested his hopes on turned out to be a phony. A She-Quixote fighting the windmills, giving him an illusion of strength and competence. Have his eyes opened yet? No, because of being far too gone on the road to perdition to find his way back. He finds that, sometimes, staying the course is the right choice no matter where it leads you.
#vss365
When dreams go adrift
Foreboding the #rift
Gritty ones persevere
Preserving what's dear
Shards of glass can never
Be whole again ever
Preempting the rift
Makes destinies shift
#micropoetry#WritersOfX
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the ubiquitous #gravity imposes
a mind-bending eventuality
these light-bending forces
can't help but distort reality
warped vision no more than illusion
#micropoetry#WritersOfX
#vss365
The cosmic #tactician, born for a purpose, readjusts the planets and stars to stabilize the chaos on earth using the New Inflaton field - a strategy developed by studying the universe's birth at the Big Bang, the lessons learned from there to start a brand new phase for the universe. She creates, in place of Big Bang, a Big Retreat of peace, calm, and serenity, providing an oasis in the desert storm of chaos built over time.
#WritersOfX