With pen on vellum
I travel Deep Ellum
A diary
Takes shape in me
It’s ghosts
My guides
To the stories
That ride
The waves
Of it’s deep history...
#fsmpy#DeepEllum
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Our July 31, 2025 #prompt word of the day is: #hum.
Hum (verb): make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee.
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#vss365#prompt#hum
Their god
Is evil hiding
In the flush skin
Of a Man
Malignant id
He takes & rapes
Destroying
All he can
So #radiantly alien
His faithful
Pledge
Their hand
They suffer
As they worship him
He eats em all
With flair
& I wud say
GOD HELP EM
But their chosen god
Don’t care
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Abandoned church
A poisoned pond
What is there
Not to like?
It calls
A broken part of me—
A dark hall
In my psyche
Not only
Will I crash that church
I plan to stay
Around
And let
The demon in me
Set up house
And live unbound…😈
#horror
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"Help me out!" came a voice from the ruined foundation. "Please, I'm stuck in this hole!"
"I heard," said Aiden, "that there's a hundred year old ghoul in this ruin that tries to lure people in."
"What absolute #codswallop!"
"Update your slang," he called as he left.
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"Is that him, Haskins?"
"Yes sir, all ready to be extradited back to Moscow."
"Poor fool."
"What did he do?"
"They say he dug up the old kings of Russia and threw the bodies into an #abyss."
"But why, sir?"
"I don't know Haskins, I've never understood Tsar chasm."
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They were stumbling through the holloway. My education did not prepare me for this! the Librarian said. It's Quetzalecoatl--the plumed serpent, the creator god of the Mayans and Aztecs.
And the god of rain, said the jaguar.
A dragon! cried the baby badgers
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meet me at the edge of gray
as pale moonlight wanes
all eulogies have been spoken
and earth cracks open fields of #grain
you fly overhead at crow’s caw
I unpack my wings, spread them raw
we hitch a ride on wayward clouds
as those left below
catch our repentant shadows
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