Genna
@doublepiscess.bsky.social
Writer, artist, intuitive indigenous storyteller.
I write in the spaces where the weight of what lingers settles 🥀
Tapuika, Te Arawa.
Aotearoa 🇳🇿
I write in the spaces where the weight of what lingers settles 🥀
Tapuika, Te Arawa.
Aotearoa 🇳🇿
Blood on my hands
from brushing against your thorns.
In the dark,
you swore you bloomed.
I mistook it for art.
***
I bloomed in your ruin.
Why did you kiss my pulse?
to conjure ghosts in my chest—
only to haunt me?
#micropoetry #poetry #blueskypoets #micropoem #bloom #poetrycommunity
from brushing against your thorns.
In the dark,
you swore you bloomed.
I mistook it for art.
***
I bloomed in your ruin.
Why did you kiss my pulse?
to conjure ghosts in my chest—
only to haunt me?
#micropoetry #poetry #blueskypoets #micropoem #bloom #poetrycommunity
August 21, 2025 at 6:17 AM
Blood on my hands
from brushing against your thorns.
In the dark,
you swore you bloomed.
I mistook it for art.
***
I bloomed in your ruin.
Why did you kiss my pulse?
to conjure ghosts in my chest—
only to haunt me?
#micropoetry #poetry #blueskypoets #micropoem #bloom #poetrycommunity
from brushing against your thorns.
In the dark,
you swore you bloomed.
I mistook it for art.
***
I bloomed in your ruin.
Why did you kiss my pulse?
to conjure ghosts in my chest—
only to haunt me?
#micropoetry #poetry #blueskypoets #micropoem #bloom #poetrycommunity
Every way I've loved
begins with words
pressed softly into my palm—
petals folding open
the flow of emotion
to wrap themselves around another's heart.
Somehow
they always end
in fallen tears
etching rivers
carving out banks
no language can cross—
where once a name bloomed
on the edge of lips.
begins with words
pressed softly into my palm—
petals folding open
the flow of emotion
to wrap themselves around another's heart.
Somehow
they always end
in fallen tears
etching rivers
carving out banks
no language can cross—
where once a name bloomed
on the edge of lips.
May 2, 2025 at 7:52 PM
Every way I've loved
begins with words
pressed softly into my palm—
petals folding open
the flow of emotion
to wrap themselves around another's heart.
Somehow
they always end
in fallen tears
etching rivers
carving out banks
no language can cross—
where once a name bloomed
on the edge of lips.
begins with words
pressed softly into my palm—
petals folding open
the flow of emotion
to wrap themselves around another's heart.
Somehow
they always end
in fallen tears
etching rivers
carving out banks
no language can cross—
where once a name bloomed
on the edge of lips.
What is childlike about joy?
If joy is youthful, consider me forever five,
lying on an apple tree with my weary dog,
forever seven,
concerts for cows in the back paddock,
forever ten,
a bedroom dance party with my sister,
and forever joy,
never too fleeting to keep—
woven within.
#vss365
If joy is youthful, consider me forever five,
lying on an apple tree with my weary dog,
forever seven,
concerts for cows in the back paddock,
forever ten,
a bedroom dance party with my sister,
and forever joy,
never too fleeting to keep—
woven within.
#vss365
April 10, 2025 at 11:20 AM
What is childlike about joy?
If joy is youthful, consider me forever five,
lying on an apple tree with my weary dog,
forever seven,
concerts for cows in the back paddock,
forever ten,
a bedroom dance party with my sister,
and forever joy,
never too fleeting to keep—
woven within.
#vss365
If joy is youthful, consider me forever five,
lying on an apple tree with my weary dog,
forever seven,
concerts for cows in the back paddock,
forever ten,
a bedroom dance party with my sister,
and forever joy,
never too fleeting to keep—
woven within.
#vss365
A quiet hum,
rusts my bones.
Creaking rib cage,
exhaling soft #noise,
fills the void
of my throat
catching still air,
with words unsaid—
I love you
I love you
I love you
Is it enough
to be held
in this quiet?
Suspended hearts beat,
between the desolation,
calling our names—
I love you.
#vss365
rusts my bones.
Creaking rib cage,
exhaling soft #noise,
fills the void
of my throat
catching still air,
with words unsaid—
I love you
I love you
I love you
Is it enough
to be held
in this quiet?
Suspended hearts beat,
between the desolation,
calling our names—
I love you.
#vss365
April 10, 2025 at 10:47 AM
Love and death grow in an orchard
Picked from the same basket
Barefoot in the soil
Reach to kiss a sweet apple
Cut it open—the core is rotten, a worm unfurls
The blackbird swoops to grasp its tail
I felt death on its wings
and it sang a prayer—
Bury it beside thyme
Sweet apple of #death
#vss365
Picked from the same basket
Barefoot in the soil
Reach to kiss a sweet apple
Cut it open—the core is rotten, a worm unfurls
The blackbird swoops to grasp its tail
I felt death on its wings
and it sang a prayer—
Bury it beside thyme
Sweet apple of #death
#vss365
April 8, 2025 at 7:20 AM
Reposted by Genna
I sometimes wonder
why you chose
my heart
it requires
more tenderness
than others
to keep the love
flowing
it requires water
from the depth of you
smile at me
with your dawn light
I so adore you
'til death
if you let me
for life
if you breathe me
for sure
if you believe in me
#vss365
why you chose
my heart
it requires
more tenderness
than others
to keep the love
flowing
it requires water
from the depth of you
smile at me
with your dawn light
I so adore you
'til death
if you let me
for life
if you breathe me
for sure
if you believe in me
#vss365
April 8, 2025 at 1:11 AM
I sometimes wonder
why you chose
my heart
it requires
more tenderness
than others
to keep the love
flowing
it requires water
from the depth of you
smile at me
with your dawn light
I so adore you
'til death
if you let me
for life
if you breathe me
for sure
if you believe in me
#vss365
why you chose
my heart
it requires
more tenderness
than others
to keep the love
flowing
it requires water
from the depth of you
smile at me
with your dawn light
I so adore you
'til death
if you let me
for life
if you breathe me
for sure
if you believe in me
#vss365
There's a slow and steady pull that lingers beneath my skin,
like a #thread that weaves the edges of a dream.
When my fingers trace the spine of a book, I wonder if you've read it—
and I feel it fray when we forget where it started,
pulled to a forgotten place,
tethered without knowing why.
#vss365
like a #thread that weaves the edges of a dream.
When my fingers trace the spine of a book, I wonder if you've read it—
and I feel it fray when we forget where it started,
pulled to a forgotten place,
tethered without knowing why.
#vss365
April 3, 2025 at 7:07 AM
Her hands were velveteen, and they brushed my skin like an old secret.
It made me wonder how things become real, how years of use had not worn her tenderness.
She wrapped me in the woven softness of glances and promises,
and we bathed in the shadow of something unreachable.
#vss365 #velveteen #vss
It made me wonder how things become real, how years of use had not worn her tenderness.
She wrapped me in the woven softness of glances and promises,
and we bathed in the shadow of something unreachable.
#vss365 #velveteen #vss
March 30, 2025 at 7:58 AM
Her hands were velveteen, and they brushed my skin like an old secret.
It made me wonder how things become real, how years of use had not worn her tenderness.
She wrapped me in the woven softness of glances and promises,
and we bathed in the shadow of something unreachable.
#vss365 #velveteen #vss
It made me wonder how things become real, how years of use had not worn her tenderness.
She wrapped me in the woven softness of glances and promises,
and we bathed in the shadow of something unreachable.
#vss365 #velveteen #vss
I walked through gossamer fields
and let my fingers run over silk.
I think we spun here once.
Do you remember when our bodies twirled?
The sky split open, and we pulled at its edges.
We felt it drift across our skin.
We spun ourselves into the fabric,
unraveling what we were.
#vss365 #gossamer
and let my fingers run over silk.
I think we spun here once.
Do you remember when our bodies twirled?
The sky split open, and we pulled at its edges.
We felt it drift across our skin.
We spun ourselves into the fabric,
unraveling what we were.
#vss365 #gossamer
March 29, 2025 at 9:00 AM
Reposted by Genna
the sun reaches new heights
and there is spring
in my step
the soil softens
and speaks the word
desire
& it's like
I'm on the way
to see you
everywhere I go
& the way
you lighten my heart
is in the fluttering
and flittering
chirping
and twittering
& the grass
like your eyes
deep
& green
#vss365
and there is spring
in my step
the soil softens
and speaks the word
desire
& it's like
I'm on the way
to see you
everywhere I go
& the way
you lighten my heart
is in the fluttering
and flittering
chirping
and twittering
& the grass
like your eyes
deep
& green
#vss365
March 26, 2025 at 3:08 AM
the sun reaches new heights
and there is spring
in my step
the soil softens
and speaks the word
desire
& it's like
I'm on the way
to see you
everywhere I go
& the way
you lighten my heart
is in the fluttering
and flittering
chirping
and twittering
& the grass
like your eyes
deep
& green
#vss365
and there is spring
in my step
the soil softens
and speaks the word
desire
& it's like
I'm on the way
to see you
everywhere I go
& the way
you lighten my heart
is in the fluttering
and flittering
chirping
and twittering
& the grass
like your eyes
deep
& green
#vss365
What is so insatiable about desire when the mere existence of you unfolds like poetry in motion?
When the thought of our ache stirs a tempest in my heart?
I have not felt your touch, yet my soul has memory of you.
It cannot be insatiable when your unspoken presence settles within me.
#vss365
When the thought of our ache stirs a tempest in my heart?
I have not felt your touch, yet my soul has memory of you.
It cannot be insatiable when your unspoken presence settles within me.
#vss365
March 26, 2025 at 9:40 AM
What is so insatiable about desire when the mere existence of you unfolds like poetry in motion?
When the thought of our ache stirs a tempest in my heart?
I have not felt your touch, yet my soul has memory of you.
It cannot be insatiable when your unspoken presence settles within me.
#vss365
When the thought of our ache stirs a tempest in my heart?
I have not felt your touch, yet my soul has memory of you.
It cannot be insatiable when your unspoken presence settles within me.
#vss365
Desire—
Writhes when distance calls
my soul casts itself willingly adrift
my body knows I am in search of you
Desire—
Twists itself into obsession
my hands seize its wrath
my heart devours the distance
Desire—
Lends itself to devotion
passion transcends purpose
longing is the offering.
#vss365
Writhes when distance calls
my soul casts itself willingly adrift
my body knows I am in search of you
Desire—
Twists itself into obsession
my hands seize its wrath
my heart devours the distance
Desire—
Lends itself to devotion
passion transcends purpose
longing is the offering.
#vss365
March 25, 2025 at 8:22 AM
Desire—
Writhes when distance calls
my soul casts itself willingly adrift
my body knows I am in search of you
Desire—
Twists itself into obsession
my hands seize its wrath
my heart devours the distance
Desire—
Lends itself to devotion
passion transcends purpose
longing is the offering.
#vss365
Writhes when distance calls
my soul casts itself willingly adrift
my body knows I am in search of you
Desire—
Twists itself into obsession
my hands seize its wrath
my heart devours the distance
Desire—
Lends itself to devotion
passion transcends purpose
longing is the offering.
#vss365
#Inspiration drips from your fingertips,
steeped into the nape of my neck.
A touch—enough, it sparks a thousand wildfires—
love, so divine, tides to quell them.
When smoke rises from my breath,
it meets the wind in kindred spirit—
return me home to you,
the origin of dreams.
#vss365
#poet
steeped into the nape of my neck.
A touch—enough, it sparks a thousand wildfires—
love, so divine, tides to quell them.
When smoke rises from my breath,
it meets the wind in kindred spirit—
return me home to you,
the origin of dreams.
#vss365
#poet
March 24, 2025 at 8:47 AM
#Inspiration drips from your fingertips,
steeped into the nape of my neck.
A touch—enough, it sparks a thousand wildfires—
love, so divine, tides to quell them.
When smoke rises from my breath,
it meets the wind in kindred spirit—
return me home to you,
the origin of dreams.
#vss365
#poet
steeped into the nape of my neck.
A touch—enough, it sparks a thousand wildfires—
love, so divine, tides to quell them.
When smoke rises from my breath,
it meets the wind in kindred spirit—
return me home to you,
the origin of dreams.
#vss365
#poet
Reposted by Genna
written
in honey
written
in flame
in confession
in tribute
in catharsis
in necessity
the inspiration
you imbue me with
the constancy
of you
the light in your eyes
the motion of your hips
in this voice
or my other
another verse
the same ache
#vss365
#inspiration
in honey
written
in flame
in confession
in tribute
in catharsis
in necessity
the inspiration
you imbue me with
the constancy
of you
the light in your eyes
the motion of your hips
in this voice
or my other
another verse
the same ache
#vss365
#inspiration
March 24, 2025 at 7:10 AM
written
in honey
written
in flame
in confession
in tribute
in catharsis
in necessity
the inspiration
you imbue me with
the constancy
of you
the light in your eyes
the motion of your hips
in this voice
or my other
another verse
the same ache
#vss365
#inspiration
in honey
written
in flame
in confession
in tribute
in catharsis
in necessity
the inspiration
you imbue me with
the constancy
of you
the light in your eyes
the motion of your hips
in this voice
or my other
another verse
the same ache
#vss365
#inspiration
I like to think we are entangled in infinity,
for as long as you exist, I have lived.
And when we are apart,
we are not bound by distance or time.
Your essence orbits,
a celestial body circling my soul.
You grow in my bones,
and build our home in the marrow of me.
I could never forget you.
#vss365
for as long as you exist, I have lived.
And when we are apart,
we are not bound by distance or time.
Your essence orbits,
a celestial body circling my soul.
You grow in my bones,
and build our home in the marrow of me.
I could never forget you.
#vss365
March 20, 2025 at 5:00 AM
I like to think we are entangled in infinity,
for as long as you exist, I have lived.
And when we are apart,
we are not bound by distance or time.
Your essence orbits,
a celestial body circling my soul.
You grow in my bones,
and build our home in the marrow of me.
I could never forget you.
#vss365
for as long as you exist, I have lived.
And when we are apart,
we are not bound by distance or time.
Your essence orbits,
a celestial body circling my soul.
You grow in my bones,
and build our home in the marrow of me.
I could never forget you.
#vss365
Your love makes me feel guilty
Sinner's breath washes over me
I bathe in self-righteousness
Your love makes me feel guilty
A ritual of sensuality
I soak in intensity
Your love makes me feel guilty
Fingers like a hot iron brand my heart
Flames ignite in my chest
For guilt is an unholy fire
#vss365
Sinner's breath washes over me
I bathe in self-righteousness
Your love makes me feel guilty
A ritual of sensuality
I soak in intensity
Your love makes me feel guilty
Fingers like a hot iron brand my heart
Flames ignite in my chest
For guilt is an unholy fire
#vss365
March 18, 2025 at 8:10 AM
Your love makes me feel guilty
Sinner's breath washes over me
I bathe in self-righteousness
Your love makes me feel guilty
A ritual of sensuality
I soak in intensity
Your love makes me feel guilty
Fingers like a hot iron brand my heart
Flames ignite in my chest
For guilt is an unholy fire
#vss365
Sinner's breath washes over me
I bathe in self-righteousness
Your love makes me feel guilty
A ritual of sensuality
I soak in intensity
Your love makes me feel guilty
Fingers like a hot iron brand my heart
Flames ignite in my chest
For guilt is an unholy fire
#vss365
My skin feels unfamiliar
Wrapped in wallpaper
Peeling at the corners
Threatening to bare weary bones
I pick at the edges
Unearthing my foundation
She is draped in ivy
Coiling around my heart
I could bloom tears like morning dew
Let vines unfurl through my mouth
Swallowed by the roots
#vss365
Wrapped in wallpaper
Peeling at the corners
Threatening to bare weary bones
I pick at the edges
Unearthing my foundation
She is draped in ivy
Coiling around my heart
I could bloom tears like morning dew
Let vines unfurl through my mouth
Swallowed by the roots
#vss365
March 15, 2025 at 9:04 AM
My skin feels unfamiliar
Wrapped in wallpaper
Peeling at the corners
Threatening to bare weary bones
I pick at the edges
Unearthing my foundation
She is draped in ivy
Coiling around my heart
I could bloom tears like morning dew
Let vines unfurl through my mouth
Swallowed by the roots
#vss365
Wrapped in wallpaper
Peeling at the corners
Threatening to bare weary bones
I pick at the edges
Unearthing my foundation
She is draped in ivy
Coiling around my heart
I could bloom tears like morning dew
Let vines unfurl through my mouth
Swallowed by the roots
#vss365
Reposted by Genna
If I could tuck my thoughts,
neatly nestled in my chest,
my hands would tangle,
twisting in knots.
At the thought of loss,
so thick it pools,
weighted pain sinks the heart-
it pounds in waves,
binded by you.
Threads slip on by,
too tangled to untie.
#vss365 #rigmarole
neatly nestled in my chest,
my hands would tangle,
twisting in knots.
At the thought of loss,
so thick it pools,
weighted pain sinks the heart-
it pounds in waves,
binded by you.
Threads slip on by,
too tangled to untie.
#vss365 #rigmarole
March 11, 2025 at 6:43 AM
If I could tuck my thoughts,
neatly nestled in my chest,
my hands would tangle,
twisting in knots.
At the thought of loss,
so thick it pools,
weighted pain sinks the heart-
it pounds in waves,
binded by you.
Threads slip on by,
too tangled to untie.
#vss365 #rigmarole
neatly nestled in my chest,
my hands would tangle,
twisting in knots.
At the thought of loss,
so thick it pools,
weighted pain sinks the heart-
it pounds in waves,
binded by you.
Threads slip on by,
too tangled to untie.
#vss365 #rigmarole
Water moves in silence,
Stillness gathers in glassy swirls.
The sky reflects its grey hue,
and nothing stirs beneath.
As it rises, the wind whips ripples through the air-
A snagged twig falls and catches breath,
Pushing waves against the #weir,
imploring for release.
#vss365 #vssdaily
Stillness gathers in glassy swirls.
The sky reflects its grey hue,
and nothing stirs beneath.
As it rises, the wind whips ripples through the air-
A snagged twig falls and catches breath,
Pushing waves against the #weir,
imploring for release.
#vss365 #vssdaily
March 9, 2025 at 10:54 AM
Do you think if we lay among the #copse,
we would slowly melt into the pine?
Our breath casts frost;
we feel it seep into our lungs.
Fingers linger in dance,
reaching for the swirling motion
of trees swaying in reverence.
We pine for reprieve-
to lay in spring.
#vss365 #vss #poet #writer
we would slowly melt into the pine?
Our breath casts frost;
we feel it seep into our lungs.
Fingers linger in dance,
reaching for the swirling motion
of trees swaying in reverence.
We pine for reprieve-
to lay in spring.
#vss365 #vss #poet #writer
March 7, 2025 at 9:11 PM
If love is fleeting,
It should surely fade.
Yet I reach for unfamiliar hands,
press them into my chest,
entwined we spiral,
folding like paper cranes.
Love has memory-
It lingers in creases.
Touch is borrowed,
edges unfurl,
and love folds inward.
#vss365 #poet #vssdaily #involution
It should surely fade.
Yet I reach for unfamiliar hands,
press them into my chest,
entwined we spiral,
folding like paper cranes.
Love has memory-
It lingers in creases.
Touch is borrowed,
edges unfurl,
and love folds inward.
#vss365 #poet #vssdaily #involution
March 7, 2025 at 1:57 AM
If love is fleeting,
It should surely fade.
Yet I reach for unfamiliar hands,
press them into my chest,
entwined we spiral,
folding like paper cranes.
Love has memory-
It lingers in creases.
Touch is borrowed,
edges unfurl,
and love folds inward.
#vss365 #poet #vssdaily #involution
It should surely fade.
Yet I reach for unfamiliar hands,
press them into my chest,
entwined we spiral,
folding like paper cranes.
Love has memory-
It lingers in creases.
Touch is borrowed,
edges unfurl,
and love folds inward.
#vss365 #poet #vssdaily #involution
What is left to linger
when all goes unspoken,
and we soak in uncertainty.
If I lay my ear to your chest,
would an orchestral hum ascend your walls,
singing my praise?
Or does love reside
in unsung truths?
I would surely
weep life into you-
let love return.
#vss365 #poetry #incognito #vss
when all goes unspoken,
and we soak in uncertainty.
If I lay my ear to your chest,
would an orchestral hum ascend your walls,
singing my praise?
Or does love reside
in unsung truths?
I would surely
weep life into you-
let love return.
#vss365 #poetry #incognito #vss
March 5, 2025 at 10:11 AM
What is left to linger
when all goes unspoken,
and we soak in uncertainty.
If I lay my ear to your chest,
would an orchestral hum ascend your walls,
singing my praise?
Or does love reside
in unsung truths?
I would surely
weep life into you-
let love return.
#vss365 #poetry #incognito #vss
when all goes unspoken,
and we soak in uncertainty.
If I lay my ear to your chest,
would an orchestral hum ascend your walls,
singing my praise?
Or does love reside
in unsung truths?
I would surely
weep life into you-
let love return.
#vss365 #poetry #incognito #vss