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Whispers
@whispers615.bsky.social
320 followers 270 following 370 posts
🌙 Mostly nocturnal poster of poetry
Consumer of beautiful things

🪷 Liberal, neurodivergent, therapist, ally
(ADHD, OCD)

💚 Unless noted, all poetry + photos are mine
She/her
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#vss365 #soliloquy
#emoetry #admired
#OurPoetryX #meandering
#vssdaily #vane
#haikufeels #enough
#whistpr #aurora
#blueskyrelay #lag
poem by @whispers615 that reads: the weather vane lags and meanders as the wind speaks soft soliloquies and the rooster admires the aurora of morning sky truly it is enough to be alive
December 9, 2025 at 6:20 AM
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#vss365 #magenta
#emoetry #weird
#whistpr #crowd
#blueskyrelay #rift
#bluesclues
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: I get this weird feeling in crowds, like my mouth is forming a rift between me and those around. My brain tells me that I’m being too much, too loud, too bombastic. But I’m not sure how to stop doing that when I’m having fun. I don’t think Blue, Magenta, or Steve could help me figure this out.
December 8, 2025 at 6:05 AM
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#vss365 #augury
#emoetry #vigorous
#OurPoetryX #weathered
#haikufeels #under
#whistpr #sunflower
#blueskyrelay #millennium
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: I am a sunflower spending my millennium long augury under the sun, looking for good, bright and beautiful things. I will remain vigorous, though I may be weathered during my search, for there is nothing more valiant than looking for ordinary wonderful things.
December 6, 2025 at 7:49 PM
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#vss365 #chic
#emoetry #unbearable
#haikufeels #mull

I’ve mulled it over:
It’s simply unbearable
and not chic to cry.
December 6, 2025 at 7:16 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #vespertine
#emoetry #tenderness
#OurPoetryX #destination
#whistpr #waterfall
poem by @whispers615 that reads: In my wanderings without a destination in a vespertine suburb cul-de-sac, the tenderness of dusk and tulip poplar blooms became my refuge. Where my thoughts kept in cupboards and under floorboards, could pour out as a waterfall, painting the sky until it was time to walk home for dinner.
December 5, 2025 at 5:04 AM
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#vss365 #chivalrous
#emoetry #scared
#OurPoetryX #moment
#vssdaily #miracle
#haikufeels #smirk
#whistpr #snail
#blueskyrelay #age
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: Why can’t I act my age? Instead, I get scared, tuck into my shell, like a snail and commit to never coming out again. Instead, with a chivalrous hand and a smirk, you coax me out to be with you in the moment
December 4, 2025 at 5:25 AM
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#vss365 #aphonic
#emoetry #rapture
#OurPoetryX #packages
#haikufeels #presume
#blueskyrelay #thesparktookitstime
poem by @whispers615 that reads: It started with a whisper-- an aphonic hum, then grew into a rapture. Time well spent, I presume, because this spark was the full package.
December 3, 2025 at 6:11 AM
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#vss365 #suave
#emoetry #passionate
#OurPoetryX #particle
#vssdaily #saint
#haikufeels #reflect
#whistpr #mask
#blueskyrelay #timetriedagain
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: This time around, things were different. Masks were dropped and things felt real. In the mirrors to the past, I saw reflections passionate, suave men who consulted with gods and saints, reflected on life, battled with demons, but did no such thing for me. Every particle of you would search for me, would fight for me, would shield me.
December 2, 2025 at 5:47 AM
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#vss365 #last
#emoetry #optimism
#OurPoetryX #aworldaway
#haikufeels #thorn
#whistpr #home
#blueskyrelay #theconfettineverlanded
#vssdaily #obscure
A poem by @whispers615 that reads: You are a world away. A man of the home, but obscured in walls of thorn. With your last breath blown like a dandelion confetti without a place to land, where will your optimism go? How will you spread seeds of joy past your mind’s eye? I wonder how deep a well you wish in and how many coins you have tossed in- a beggar, a lost man, a castaway.
December 1, 2025 at 2:40 AM
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#vss365 #matters
#emoetry #nervousness
#OurPoetryX #kissedbystarlight
#haikufeels #solve
#blueskyrelay #illuminate

Had a lot to say with this one.
Good night all 🪷
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: I can feel the shakes in my hands, the headlights are blinding me as they illuminate all of my nervousness frozen, stuck, unable to solve my problems. Moving as slowly and silently as possible, I know that the only thing that matters is to make it through this. When they talk about healing, they say beautiful quotes on Pinterest, tattooed reassurances, getting kissed by starlight, and resting with yourself for a time. While yes that is true and I’m certified to say so, I also know that mental recovery has things that stick like Elmer’s glue on your hands when we were kids- picking away at something on me- something I can’t ever get off or touch or see. Am I doing it right, is it all just for attention, for show, just to prove I shed my skin like they asked me to? And in the end, I will never know. No amount of thinking will very help me know more.
November 30, 2025 at 7:17 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #health
#haikufeels #omen
#whistpr #murmuration
#blueskyrelay #thecandleblinkedtwice
#emoetry #livid
#ourpoetryx #untoldstories
Got a little tripped up with words from previous days so some of these are for the 27th.
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: This year, I am thankful for what health I have left. I’m thankful for feeling connected to myself I’m thankful that the murmuration of starlings still makes a home near my house. This harmony is unmatched. But I am livid, when the real stories go untold, whitewashed-- Burned by the candle that blinked twice then ignited all at once. An omen, a divine rage, an incantation- is on its way.
November 29, 2025 at 6:48 AM
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#vss365 #learning
#vssdaily #cheer
#haikufeels #prefer
#whistpr #whirlwind
#blueskyrelay #secondchancestastelikecinnamon
#emoetry #menaced
#ourpoetryx #meanttodream
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: I am still learning to prefer the whirlwind that first menaced me to the cliffs edge. With the taste of my first plunge fresh in my mouth, I felt ready for my second chance... After leaving the ledge’s end, I plummeted far and fast, before feathers and wind collide. Cheering myself on, I knew that I was meant to fulfill my dream. “Everyone deserves a chance to fly”
November 28, 2025 at 5:32 AM
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#vss365 #reflection
#haikufeels #hush
#whistpr #race
#blueskyrelay #theskysavedroomforonemore
#emoetry #jovial
#ourpoetryx #willweever
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: In the hush of my silent reflection on life, on happiness, on meaning... thinking about life with my partner ‘will we ever have the things we need?’ I catch myself with a reminder: life is not a race, joviality will find me when I need it, and the big man in the sky has a seat saved for me. I’m protected, I’m loved, and maybe that is all I need to know.
November 27, 2025 at 5:08 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #timed
#vssdaily #marker
#haikufeels #stagger
#whistpr #valiant
#blueskyrelay #adamant
#emoetry #inattentive
#ourpoetryx #knownbynow
poem by @whispers615 that reads: I should have known by now how unclear this all would be. How valiant an effort it is to walk in stride with my stagger, I admire your well timed attempts. Isn’t it all so romantic? My adamant inattentiveness and you with your hunter’s mark. I’d write it all down in permanent marker, sealed in stone, in invisible ink and burned at midnight under a full moon. Isn’t it all so romantic?
November 25, 2025 at 7:59 PM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #relevant
#haikufeels #unravel
#whistpr #windy (got days mixed up oops)😬
#blueskyrelay #gaslight
#emoetry #hard
#ourpoetryx #foundation
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: My thoughts blew around like leaves in the wind, and felt as hard as the strongest foundation, and sounded as snakes and gaslighting liars, and connected as well as unraveled sweaters. I hope that’s all relevant and maybe made sense. I want to be understood as best as I can.
November 24, 2025 at 11:47 PM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #achievable
#vssdaily #tennis
#haikufeels #fade
#whistpr #dash
#blueskyrelay #wave
#emoetry #giggly
#ourpoetryx #lyricstolife
Felt this one more in the tune/ rhythm of a song I know. Poem stands on its own but if you'd like to hear the song too, have a listen! youtu.be/-5ETf54NjPk?...
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: I can hear it all. The rhythm of us, the music of Earth the lyrics of life: A dog’s favorite tennis ball, old and sloppy whistling through the air as he dashes behind. The crash of a wave on the seashore and a giggly small child who’s never seen it before. An applause for us all for an achievable journey, smiling in self-esteem as the ovation fades. I hear it all. The rhythm of us, the music of Earth the lyrics of life.
November 24, 2025 at 5:51 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #measurable
#haikufeels #invest
#whistpr #bone
#emoetry #ferocity
#ourpoetryx #flyingfree
Enjoying this new style (i.e. using as many prompt words as possible), but back to my nocturnal posting for today. 🪷🌙
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: I am tethered. A bird with no cage, hollow bones, free to fly, yet from acts of ferocity and barbarity, I find myself shackled and investing in barbed wire: What measurable length is needed to protect me? How much is my freedom really worth?
November 23, 2025 at 5:34 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #specific
#haikufeels #repair
#whistpr #free
#blueskyrelay #blue
#emoetry #educated
#ourpoetryx #withthewind
Poem that reads: I am free when I’m with Her. Repaired, forgiven, holy. The wind hears even my faintest whisper, my most specific prayers. Ivy league’s most educated minds may never understand our deep blue relationship. My Wind and Me.
November 21, 2025 at 5:48 PM
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#vss365 #action
#haikufeels #mind
#whistpr #bend
#blueskyrelay #mercurial
#emoetry #defensive
Poem that reads: I am awake. My hypersomnic body does not know what to do with a mercurial mind. She bends for nothing, and I, on the defensive, can do nothing but watch. “What action could I take? What would you have me do?” “Nothing,” she whispers... “All pathways are dead ends.”
November 20, 2025 at 4:53 PM
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I’m obsessed with you.
I really should say
my OCD is obsessed
with the idea of you.
She reminds me all the time-
All options, what ifs,
and worst cases
for how all of this
could play out
and still,
She isn’t done looking at it,
She won’t let go.
She’s obsessed with me.

#vss365 #poetry #options
November 20, 2025 at 6:05 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
Why do
Perception
and Reality
always have
to be fighting?
Why can they not
just be friends?
Aren't they tired
of being
battling brothers?

Anyways,
my heart goes out
to Perception.
To always feel judged
and to always be told
you're wrong must
hurt
like
hell.

#vss365 #poetry #reality
November 19, 2025 at 5:54 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
Some,
by the end of their years,
seek fame, notoriety, fortune-
not me.
I couldn’t care less
for coins or for recognition,
for promotion or high marks.
At the end of it all,
the only goal for me
is love.

#vss365 #poetry #goal
November 18, 2025 at 4:47 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
“The issue with
young people
these days is...”
nothing.
Poisoned by billionaires,
effigies to better lives,
pockets lined with
food stamps and coupons.
Rent is rising
like global temps,
while wages stay a flat line.
1, 2, 3 jobs, burning out
just to stay alive.

#vss365 #poetry #issue
November 17, 2025 at 3:56 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
Carry me away
to a soft
and silent place.
Transport me
to safety,
to a world
that is bright
and new.
Let me travel
lightly,
observing
the light
and the leaves,
where I can lay
in the grass
until Sleep
comes for me

#vss365 #poetry #transport
November 16, 2025 at 5:50 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
Can science explain
where life will end?
I don’t mean death-
I mean something
beyond all of us,
all of this,
all understanding.
Is it nothingness?
Is it a second chance?
Or is it just over?

#vss365 #poetry #science
November 15, 2025 at 4:10 AM