Robert J. W.
@robertjw4688.bsky.social
Poet, writer, artist, mental health warrior/advocate
Pinned
Robert J. W.
@robertjw4688.bsky.social
· Aug 21
TODAY IS THE DAY! My new #poetry collection, The Line Breaks Between Lives, is out now! I've put so much effort into this one; it's beautiful, it's ugly, it's witty. It bares teeth and blooms flowers!
www.amazon.com/Line-Breaks-...
www.amazon.com/Line-Breaks-...
I hope I'm learning
to walk through the pain
instead of crawling
down its spirals.
This recovery
is plodding
and disgusting.
I've left afterbirth
in a thousand wakes
and a million more
will fester in this process.
My once livid heart
is picking up its pieces
and moving on.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
to walk through the pain
instead of crawling
down its spirals.
This recovery
is plodding
and disgusting.
I've left afterbirth
in a thousand wakes
and a million more
will fester in this process.
My once livid heart
is picking up its pieces
and moving on.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
November 27, 2025 at 1:50 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
November 27, 2025 at 11:19 AM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
November 27, 2025 at 12:02 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
November 26, 2025 at 1:04 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
The water is still and you can see remnants beneath reflections of sky. Leftovers from lives, mesh and wire, can and wrapper. The discards of empty thoughts. People in a hurry without consequence. The ends of moments now reflecting clouds and a small bird flying.
#vssdaily mesh
#vss365 reflection
#vssdaily mesh
#vss365 reflection
November 26, 2025 at 1:31 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
I didn’t write this poem for
people that have
abandoned me
or that have shamed
me
or even that have used and abused me-
I write this poem for those
like me,
still lingering in the shadows,
still wondering if it’s ok,
still thinking it’s their fault-
this poem is for them
#fromoneline 396 #poetry
people that have
abandoned me
or that have shamed
me
or even that have used and abused me-
I write this poem for those
like me,
still lingering in the shadows,
still wondering if it’s ok,
still thinking it’s their fault-
this poem is for them
#fromoneline 396 #poetry
November 26, 2025 at 1:22 PM
I didn’t write this poem for
people that have
abandoned me
or that have shamed
me
or even that have used and abused me-
I write this poem for those
like me,
still lingering in the shadows,
still wondering if it’s ok,
still thinking it’s their fault-
this poem is for them
#fromoneline 396 #poetry
people that have
abandoned me
or that have shamed
me
or even that have used and abused me-
I write this poem for those
like me,
still lingering in the shadows,
still wondering if it’s ok,
still thinking it’s their fault-
this poem is for them
#fromoneline 396 #poetry
Reposted by Robert J. W.
spending time
warm coins
jangling in pocket
is there a fountain to return
to where love began
is there a place to wish for
a heart to matter for
warm coins
jangling in pocket
is there a fountain to return
to where love began
is there a place to wish for
a heart to matter for
November 26, 2025 at 1:53 PM
spending time
warm coins
jangling in pocket
is there a fountain to return
to where love began
is there a place to wish for
a heart to matter for
warm coins
jangling in pocket
is there a fountain to return
to where love began
is there a place to wish for
a heart to matter for
I've been strangled
by the rigidity of chemicals.
A permanent bruise
echoes onto life.
Cliché and pap
cannot save me.
I welcome everything coming.
There's a conflagration
enveloping the atmosphere,
there's an apathy
usurping my heart.
#poetry
by the rigidity of chemicals.
A permanent bruise
echoes onto life.
Cliché and pap
cannot save me.
I welcome everything coming.
There's a conflagration
enveloping the atmosphere,
there's an apathy
usurping my heart.
#poetry
November 25, 2025 at 2:18 PM
I've been strangled
by the rigidity of chemicals.
A permanent bruise
echoes onto life.
Cliché and pap
cannot save me.
I welcome everything coming.
There's a conflagration
enveloping the atmosphere,
there's an apathy
usurping my heart.
#poetry
by the rigidity of chemicals.
A permanent bruise
echoes onto life.
Cliché and pap
cannot save me.
I welcome everything coming.
There's a conflagration
enveloping the atmosphere,
there's an apathy
usurping my heart.
#poetry
Reposted by Robert J. W.
I drink from the
ashes yet do not
find the fire,
I taste of the wind
yet do not not feel
weathered
#wildwalkprompt #poetry
ashes yet do not
find the fire,
I taste of the wind
yet do not not feel
weathered
#wildwalkprompt #poetry
Hello Wild Walk #writers
The remains of a campfire (still very warm) uncovered in the woods... someone was burning books...😡
#Ashes
Use the image/word to inspire your writing, then post with #WildWalkPrompt
#prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub
The remains of a campfire (still very warm) uncovered in the woods... someone was burning books...😡
#Ashes
Use the image/word to inspire your writing, then post with #WildWalkPrompt
#prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub
November 25, 2025 at 1:49 AM
I drink from the
ashes yet do not
find the fire,
I taste of the wind
yet do not not feel
weathered
#wildwalkprompt #poetry
ashes yet do not
find the fire,
I taste of the wind
yet do not not feel
weathered
#wildwalkprompt #poetry
My brain is bloodied
in its war against nothing
Hope holds no relevance
when the world spins
into sepsis.
I am hardened by the past
and hold a grudge
against the future.
A trillion lashes
fester on my soul
and my hands
incriminate themselves
by waving goodbye.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
in its war against nothing
Hope holds no relevance
when the world spins
into sepsis.
I am hardened by the past
and hold a grudge
against the future.
A trillion lashes
fester on my soul
and my hands
incriminate themselves
by waving goodbye.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
November 24, 2025 at 1:59 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
The Hand on a Hospital Blanket
I watched the last light
From the candle,
Flicker with the memories
We shared from that
Shallow Quaich of life.
Then you were gone,
Now the withering
Wind stilled me,
Stranded by your loss.
© Bernard Pearson
I watched the last light
From the candle,
Flicker with the memories
We shared from that
Shallow Quaich of life.
Then you were gone,
Now the withering
Wind stilled me,
Stranded by your loss.
© Bernard Pearson
November 24, 2025 at 10:44 AM
The Hand on a Hospital Blanket
I watched the last light
From the candle,
Flicker with the memories
We shared from that
Shallow Quaich of life.
Then you were gone,
Now the withering
Wind stilled me,
Stranded by your loss.
© Bernard Pearson
I watched the last light
From the candle,
Flicker with the memories
We shared from that
Shallow Quaich of life.
Then you were gone,
Now the withering
Wind stilled me,
Stranded by your loss.
© Bernard Pearson
I want to put my fist
through the sun
and bathe my broken flesh
in the entrails.
My tears are pure bile,
my thoughts are tsar bombs.
The pieces of the universe
that are lodged
beneath my fingernails
won't buy me peace
but they'll make me smile
as I skip into Hell.
#poetry
through the sun
and bathe my broken flesh
in the entrails.
My tears are pure bile,
my thoughts are tsar bombs.
The pieces of the universe
that are lodged
beneath my fingernails
won't buy me peace
but they'll make me smile
as I skip into Hell.
#poetry
November 23, 2025 at 2:33 PM
I want to put my fist
through the sun
and bathe my broken flesh
in the entrails.
My tears are pure bile,
my thoughts are tsar bombs.
The pieces of the universe
that are lodged
beneath my fingernails
won't buy me peace
but they'll make me smile
as I skip into Hell.
#poetry
through the sun
and bathe my broken flesh
in the entrails.
My tears are pure bile,
my thoughts are tsar bombs.
The pieces of the universe
that are lodged
beneath my fingernails
won't buy me peace
but they'll make me smile
as I skip into Hell.
#poetry
Reposted by Robert J. W.
A fragile flower,
I could crush
in my hand
with it all the anger
stored up in my mind
So vulnerable
and easy to destroy
like a big country
attacking a smaller one
such an easy foe
There is so much
ugliness in the human mind
#RetroArtPrompt #demolish
I could crush
in my hand
with it all the anger
stored up in my mind
So vulnerable
and easy to destroy
like a big country
attacking a smaller one
such an easy foe
There is so much
ugliness in the human mind
#RetroArtPrompt #demolish
November 23, 2025 at 1:21 PM
A fragile flower,
I could crush
in my hand
with it all the anger
stored up in my mind
So vulnerable
and easy to destroy
like a big country
attacking a smaller one
such an easy foe
There is so much
ugliness in the human mind
#RetroArtPrompt #demolish
I could crush
in my hand
with it all the anger
stored up in my mind
So vulnerable
and easy to destroy
like a big country
attacking a smaller one
such an easy foe
There is so much
ugliness in the human mind
#RetroArtPrompt #demolish
Reposted by Robert J. W.
From these things imbibe
Rivers, skies, flowing landscapes
Never thirst for joy
#dailyhaikuprompt imbibe river
Rivers, skies, flowing landscapes
Never thirst for joy
#dailyhaikuprompt imbibe river
November 23, 2025 at 1:22 PM
From these things imbibe
Rivers, skies, flowing landscapes
Never thirst for joy
#dailyhaikuprompt imbibe river
Rivers, skies, flowing landscapes
Never thirst for joy
#dailyhaikuprompt imbibe river
I'm sweating through acid skin
as reality fissures
in the foaming mouth of a lie.
Hell is disrespectful
and Heaven tilts
on an open vein.
I swear for the millionth time
that this is the end
but a cocktail
of spite and hope
is running through me
like humanity
rushing back to the sea.
#poetry
as reality fissures
in the foaming mouth of a lie.
Hell is disrespectful
and Heaven tilts
on an open vein.
I swear for the millionth time
that this is the end
but a cocktail
of spite and hope
is running through me
like humanity
rushing back to the sea.
#poetry
November 22, 2025 at 3:26 PM
I'm sweating through acid skin
as reality fissures
in the foaming mouth of a lie.
Hell is disrespectful
and Heaven tilts
on an open vein.
I swear for the millionth time
that this is the end
but a cocktail
of spite and hope
is running through me
like humanity
rushing back to the sea.
#poetry
as reality fissures
in the foaming mouth of a lie.
Hell is disrespectful
and Heaven tilts
on an open vein.
I swear for the millionth time
that this is the end
but a cocktail
of spite and hope
is running through me
like humanity
rushing back to the sea.
#poetry
Reposted by Robert J. W.
Unseen Bruises
Every word a punch
no black eyes
just I hate yous
no broken ribs
just I never loved you
no bruised cheeks
just you’re stupid;
you’re not abused
there’s no hitting
I’m not you’re abuser
you’re not my victim
none of this exists
none of it ever happened
#bornbattleready #poetry
Every word a punch
no black eyes
just I hate yous
no broken ribs
just I never loved you
no bruised cheeks
just you’re stupid;
you’re not abused
there’s no hitting
I’m not you’re abuser
you’re not my victim
none of this exists
none of it ever happened
#bornbattleready #poetry
November 21, 2025 at 6:23 PM
Unseen Bruises
Every word a punch
no black eyes
just I hate yous
no broken ribs
just I never loved you
no bruised cheeks
just you’re stupid;
you’re not abused
there’s no hitting
I’m not you’re abuser
you’re not my victim
none of this exists
none of it ever happened
#bornbattleready #poetry
Every word a punch
no black eyes
just I hate yous
no broken ribs
just I never loved you
no bruised cheeks
just you’re stupid;
you’re not abused
there’s no hitting
I’m not you’re abuser
you’re not my victim
none of this exists
none of it ever happened
#bornbattleready #poetry
A lifelong education
in mental seek and find
leaves a burnout
the shape
of a mammoth's daymare.
Yet I feel myself
ascend
on occasion.
The specifics of trauma
are a cluster
of fogs
but they dissipate
in the love I'm gifted
by the dancing circle
and my gratitude
for self.
#emoetry #vss365 #poetry
in mental seek and find
leaves a burnout
the shape
of a mammoth's daymare.
Yet I feel myself
ascend
on occasion.
The specifics of trauma
are a cluster
of fogs
but they dissipate
in the love I'm gifted
by the dancing circle
and my gratitude
for self.
#emoetry #vss365 #poetry
November 21, 2025 at 3:07 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
Blue page,
Unwritten sky,
A plane smudges a line,
Unknown souls travelling,
I send love upwards in a flight of crows,
Too small to be noticed,
My heart an instrument,
Lost beneath trees.
#blueskyrelay blue
Unwritten sky,
A plane smudges a line,
Unknown souls travelling,
I send love upwards in a flight of crows,
Too small to be noticed,
My heart an instrument,
Lost beneath trees.
#blueskyrelay blue
November 21, 2025 at 1:21 PM
Blue page,
Unwritten sky,
A plane smudges a line,
Unknown souls travelling,
I send love upwards in a flight of crows,
Too small to be noticed,
My heart an instrument,
Lost beneath trees.
#blueskyrelay blue
Unwritten sky,
A plane smudges a line,
Unknown souls travelling,
I send love upwards in a flight of crows,
Too small to be noticed,
My heart an instrument,
Lost beneath trees.
#blueskyrelay blue
Reposted by Robert J. W.
Anxiety. Walk on wet sand, compacted
enough to support your weight, a line
of footprints behind you. Sense of self
firm as the name engraved on a dog tag.
Then the sand is water logged, striding
feet consumed. What castle to build
of this, what name to make out
on the gleaming tag? #PoemsAbout
enough to support your weight, a line
of footprints behind you. Sense of self
firm as the name engraved on a dog tag.
Then the sand is water logged, striding
feet consumed. What castle to build
of this, what name to make out
on the gleaming tag? #PoemsAbout
November 21, 2025 at 11:15 AM
Anxiety. Walk on wet sand, compacted
enough to support your weight, a line
of footprints behind you. Sense of self
firm as the name engraved on a dog tag.
Then the sand is water logged, striding
feet consumed. What castle to build
of this, what name to make out
on the gleaming tag? #PoemsAbout
enough to support your weight, a line
of footprints behind you. Sense of self
firm as the name engraved on a dog tag.
Then the sand is water logged, striding
feet consumed. What castle to build
of this, what name to make out
on the gleaming tag? #PoemsAbout
Reposted by Robert J. W.
for the ones who stayed
some people are constellations
you don’t notice
until they’re gone
their light arrives late
and that’s how you learn
love moves
faster than time
but slower than grief
some people are constellations
you don’t notice
until they’re gone
their light arrives late
and that’s how you learn
love moves
faster than time
but slower than grief
November 12, 2025 at 2:36 PM
for the ones who stayed
some people are constellations
you don’t notice
until they’re gone
their light arrives late
and that’s how you learn
love moves
faster than time
but slower than grief
some people are constellations
you don’t notice
until they’re gone
their light arrives late
and that’s how you learn
love moves
faster than time
but slower than grief
Reposted by Robert J. W.
The smell of sunshine soaked washing.
Socks pulled mid leg
so white they appeared
see through blue veined her life’s blood pulsing
Id watch her heart beat as she strung sheets.
Sitting on the cold steps squinting at her faded
dress shining in winters light.
Tiny #specifics of my small life.
#vss365
Socks pulled mid leg
so white they appeared
see through blue veined her life’s blood pulsing
Id watch her heart beat as she strung sheets.
Sitting on the cold steps squinting at her faded
dress shining in winters light.
Tiny #specifics of my small life.
#vss365
November 21, 2025 at 10:40 AM
The smell of sunshine soaked washing.
Socks pulled mid leg
so white they appeared
see through blue veined her life’s blood pulsing
Id watch her heart beat as she strung sheets.
Sitting on the cold steps squinting at her faded
dress shining in winters light.
Tiny #specifics of my small life.
#vss365
Socks pulled mid leg
so white they appeared
see through blue veined her life’s blood pulsing
Id watch her heart beat as she strung sheets.
Sitting on the cold steps squinting at her faded
dress shining in winters light.
Tiny #specifics of my small life.
#vss365
Reposted by Robert J. W.
how to educate one's self without specific need to learn
start with a breath then another, follow this path
be the eternal light you are, you had a premonition once ago
in the eternity forever encompasses
saying without saying what lifetime can teach me infinity
#RetroArtPrompt #Emoetry #vss365
start with a breath then another, follow this path
be the eternal light you are, you had a premonition once ago
in the eternity forever encompasses
saying without saying what lifetime can teach me infinity
#RetroArtPrompt #Emoetry #vss365
November 21, 2025 at 2:36 PM
how to educate one's self without specific need to learn
start with a breath then another, follow this path
be the eternal light you are, you had a premonition once ago
in the eternity forever encompasses
saying without saying what lifetime can teach me infinity
#RetroArtPrompt #Emoetry #vss365
start with a breath then another, follow this path
be the eternal light you are, you had a premonition once ago
in the eternity forever encompasses
saying without saying what lifetime can teach me infinity
#RetroArtPrompt #Emoetry #vss365
Reposted by Robert J. W.
When bright minds are educated
then kindness roots and grows
dreams rise with those dedicated
and hope in quiet glows
#Emoetry #Prompt #Educated #Quatrain #Poetry #Micropoetry #Intelligence #Kindness #Dedication #Joy #Hope #Dreams
then kindness roots and grows
dreams rise with those dedicated
and hope in quiet glows
#Emoetry #Prompt #Educated #Quatrain #Poetry #Micropoetry #Intelligence #Kindness #Dedication #Joy #Hope #Dreams
November 21, 2025 at 2:03 PM
When bright minds are educated
then kindness roots and grows
dreams rise with those dedicated
and hope in quiet glows
#Emoetry #Prompt #Educated #Quatrain #Poetry #Micropoetry #Intelligence #Kindness #Dedication #Joy #Hope #Dreams
then kindness roots and grows
dreams rise with those dedicated
and hope in quiet glows
#Emoetry #Prompt #Educated #Quatrain #Poetry #Micropoetry #Intelligence #Kindness #Dedication #Joy #Hope #Dreams