synesthesia
born of violences
blues in asphyxia
choking on words
poisoned w/ #purple
haunted memories
reds of lead
& pooling apologies
eyes blinded
by #rays of black
under pains of torture
& existence
scars are records
& confessions
life often #defeated
but not yet dead

#vss365 #whistpr #emoetry

forgotten plow
rust dust in harrowed veins
yesteryear's dreams

#inkmine [harrow] #haiku
#writingprompt #blueskypoets

Last week, I stepped on a dying #wasp and was grateful it wasn't a bee. I miss you in this same grateful way, with the tense-tapering-to-timid expectation of a bodily ache I haven't felt in weeks. I know the vulnerability remains, but I also know it will not kill me.

#whistpr

So glad to be back and reading your work again Addy.

He says
my laugh is a carol
a festive cairn to stain
the cleanest scape

I say
let’s make a feast of choirs
leave this meagre crumb

but he prefers
the #heliacal drone
of all his forms

the bright
& the bore

#vss365 #poetrysky #promptpersuasion

Building worlds from other’s words

#7syllablesentence

you can feel
the #unseen sorrows
like fingertips press
bone into flesh
with tenebrose tenacity

you wonder
if this is everything
what once was taken
thieved against will
you now surrender freely

#vss365
#whistpr #thief
#emoetry #tenacious

I'm out of the fog, and I'm not going back in without a fight. I'm putting down the things I don't need to carry - things I've outgrown, things that never fit, things that aren't mine, things that anchor me in places where I don't want to linger - and I'm moving forward at speed. This is my season.

I don’t know how
to/be
scissor smooth

& cut to the end

to all she knew
as ashes crawl
in the groove of strings
that resonant sense

of ghosts that cling
to the movement
of her voice
just
gives your life away

#whistpr #poetrysky #rustwarning

a threnody
where my heart should be
its atavistic grame
pooling in ink blots & words
i #sublimate the urge poorly,
limning in broken thoughts & skin
as masked desires #clash
with a hope for better days
and the lunacy of a sickle moon

#vss365 #whistpr

a half-cracked death mask
plastered on a scowl
split lips obviate condolences
with a pan am, #saucer smile
sorrow adheres an armour of #rage
to a broken being
like scales #cling to butterfly wings
a warning of shimmering toxicity
camouflage from the curious

#vss365 #whistpr #emoetry

I wish I ran like a dog

eyes up
faith in a stride
tang of sun-warmed
iron-rich earth
huffed across my tongue

to be sick at
alum lilies
vomit up this energy
howl a dirge &

be done

to cut at birth
needled teeth
loveworn

to forgive and never forget

#vss365 #poetryhaitus

you dip your toe in the #swamp
to escape the quicksand
what could it hurt
now you're up to your neck
in a filthy #synthesis of love & hate
staying afloat with #mushrooms
while darkness presses down
on the top of your head

#vss365 #whistpr #blueskyrelay

#quick as you like
may death tease but for a blink
a moment's passing

#inkmine [quick] #haiku
#writingprompt #blueskypoets

wizened #shell
broken since a cursëd birth
a scar-covered scar blighting the earth
my eyes burn w/ #ineffable disgust
as i float outside in blessëd dissociation
watching from an #extrusion of self
i pick at the wretched scab
hoping to rip it clean before reintegration

#vss365 #whistpr #blueskyrelay

A bouquet of
Flowers make no sound
Yet they speak the words
Of silent hearts’ thump thump

If I recline
Under their shelter
Just call me reckless

#Perhaps indeed I was it
The symphony of whispers
Before your desires’ madness

#vss365
#poetry

a clean robe
& an iv accessory
her face painted delirium
#wrapped in a room so white
this must be heaven, she thinks
where hunger isn't devouring me
& the sky has yet to fall
wait until mommy & daddy see
—where have they gone
declarations that life is good
is a razor of #absurdity

#vss365 #whistpr

i'm beside myself
and he's not #bearable
and this isn't sustainable
wolfsbane, hemlock
any loathe #potion will do
shattered glass isn't repairable
a noose too frayed isn't wearable
but a poison goes down smooth
and makes him rue the day
he sidled up to me

#vss365 #whistpr

I smell you on the morning air, rotting in a folding chair, wood paneling in your room-sized coffin. You touched me once, with the warmth of a virus, but I'm better now. And gone. I'm up a tree like sunlight. I'm down a mountain like ice #melt. I'm in the woods - no panel - hunting magic.

#whistpr

red leaves falling
red river reflections
another scar

- ❖ -

multitudes
every facet has two sides
gem in the dark

#dailyhaikuprompt [red leaves]
#haikuchallenge [facet] #haiku
#writingprompt #blueskypoets

what becomes a boy
one sans #charm & smile
he grows in the deep dark
a harmless mushroom
horizon dapples his lips
in flecks of spit & fits
unmoved by dreams
of perfect loves & lives
there's nowt poetical
as his brain #unravels
hanged by his synapses
his feet finally off the ground

#vss365 #whistpr

scarlet dawn
the city gulls are crying
salty for the sea
here is a splinter
of my driftwood heart

#whistpr #30Days30Words
#vss365

though i see
double-vision
split-tongue
divided-time
moving forward
with half a mind to...
splinters in the soles
between the toes
under tooth and nail
footfall and wordfall
neither leave an imprint
but for writing on the wall

#vss365 #splinter

I touch my heart but there is only a flower there
A many-petaled one
I must protect her
So that the one i love can breathe deeply
And be comforted

💌