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Truth – Imagination – Life
Current Role:
• Lead Writer
• Lore Master
• Character Development
Looking for a second job.
October 18, 2025 at 5:17 PM
#associate with whom, when everyone leaves after my first sentence?
The psychiatrist said, ‘Then watch your words.’
She replied, ‘But I see their lies.’
Lithium was increased in her prescription.
She’d been hospitalized three times, never given a chance to be believed.
#vss365
October 6, 2025 at 8:50 PM
October 6, 2025 at 12:29 AM
I wish to know who invented the #advert; each week I’d lay flowers on their grave, spit on their soul, and return— only to come back the next week and do it all again.

In bitter thanks for their dogged persistence that made life an even greater hell.
#vss365
October 6, 2025 at 12:23 AM
I give up —
to reach forgiveness from the Haters.

From the very first day,
all were on the wrong path,
As was I.

It wasn’t my door!
For I have no home.
Never less, never more,
October 5, 2025 at 12:40 AM
#Elastic mind,
elastic boundaries,
elastic time.

Elastic material was I,
always under the name of the good one.

I am done.
Consider me the bad one
from now on.

Recognize me
as the pawn who broke the rules —
and is gone.
#vss365
October 5, 2025 at 12:17 AM
“I want out,” she said.
The court ruled: no one, nothing, nowhere had any role in her fate. Request rejected.
Her fight to survive was harsh.

She was born. Forty-five years ago #eventuality.
Her spirit carried the weight of everything.
#vss365
September 24, 2025 at 12:05 PM
Just wait- One day, exhaustion grows deeper.
This is the patience whose roots are nourished by injustice.
So the #truth is not bitter—it is ugly.
Just as acceptance is not a choice, but a declaration.
#art #artsky #painting #painter #blueskyart #vss365
September 24, 2025 at 12:05 PM
"I don’t want this life," she said. "I want out." The court ruled: no one, nothing, nowhere had any role in her fate. Request rejected. Her survival struggle was repulsive. Insurance covered every #eventuality. Forty-five years ago, a failed abortion — she was born. The ugliest soul ever.
#vss365
September 24, 2025 at 12:04 PM
“No one can make a change anymore.”
happened what shouldn't have happened.
#art #artsky #painting #painter #blueskyart
September 23, 2025 at 5:02 PM
When money’s on the table, everyone jumps in.
When it’s about integrity, that #bellwether turns into an insult.
If one sheep runs, the flock follows without asking why—and worse, they can’t stop!
Animal history’s honest: many flocks straight off a cliff.
Human history? Not so much.
#vss365
September 23, 2025 at 4:55 PM
After months of grueling work,

Vacation: #reinvigorated.
Next on the to-do list:

• Mandatory quarantine at the hotel with its souvenir
• Vacation costs, paid in installments

—Fake stars, bargain rates, a free illness, and an expensive lesson that resurrected any weary soul.
#vss365
September 22, 2025 at 7:02 PM
September 22, 2025 at 5:54 PM
They say #laugh should come from the heart.
But for me it only happens
when I hear something so ridiculous
I can’t figure out what the real reaction should be—
Or more importantly
when a few simple even ignorant sentences
reveal a genuine raw intention.
Doctor, am I going to get better?!
vss365
August 10, 2025 at 2:28 PM
I wished to increase what I had,
but had nothing.
And nothing cannot be nested.
When the path is written, or the pen is in another’s hand,
neither the wish nor its way truly belongs to you.
#2WordPrompt #Prompt
August 2, 2025 at 7:46 PM
She will not come anymore.
She left a will:

“My #scowl isn’t anger.
It’s the last shield
of a cracked soul
no one bothers to see.

I can endure this silence,

but pride hisses in my ear
the truth is, it’s not courage or nobility at all;
it’s nothing but humiliation.

#vss365 #ArtOfWords #Bluesky
August 2, 2025 at 1:00 PM
the public's illusion of having real voice,
feeds His delusion of being lord
in the world
Hope fuels them both,
#together they suffer from choice—
enough to gather dictators,
a solution born of empty works
a new session of the game :
Fake of thrones.

#vss365 #prompt #together #ArtOfWords #Bluesky
July 25, 2025 at 7:10 PM
I saw once—knife, bound knees—a camel killing scene.
The camel cried, truly.

In a civilized world:
human choice— #tear apart anything edible.
The camel’s share: desert, burden, thorn-meal.
Was that #tear for
life itself?
Damn humanity?
Or just fucking shock?

#vss365 #WordedArt #bluesky #WordedArt
July 23, 2025 at 9:29 PM
**When you broke the #promise.
you broke.

Make a story,
write a poem,
but the only truth is:
your word has no weight anymore.

Like me.

Then he turned and left,
without a goodbye.
The kind of person
who never says hello.**

#vss365 #prompt #promise
#VSS365 #ArtOfWords #Bluesky
July 23, 2025 at 12:32 AM
Ended up in a charity group full of rich folks, I didn’t belong at all.
High on my last pot, I posted:
“Nobility’s hard when even my calf’s grassless.”
Left my account number.
Next morning? Boom. Rich. Just like that.
“By calf, I meant myself.”
He smirked: “Clarity of purpose, kid.”
#vss365 #purpose
July 21, 2025 at 4:22 PM
It was a one-year program for spiritual growth, inner peace, and weight loss.
On the final day, she left the meditation center and headed straight to the café.
Then she ordered the biggest ice cream cake and devoured it.
“Inner peace deserves gratitude,” she said—dead serious.

#vss365 #spiritual
July 20, 2025 at 9:08 PM
The girl was mute.
She never gave a bribe.
Grave crime.
In her stone-cold face, innocence surged.
The judge met her dark, mysterious eyes one last time,
touched the onyx of his ring.
Verdict:
Just as hard. She will not bargain.
The gavel fell.
Guilty.
#innocence #VSS365 #onyx #ArtOfWords #Bluesky
July 19, 2025 at 4:04 PM
“My entry for #creativewriting #writingprompts #microfiction challenge!”
News came: Mad Ellen Quarter was found—dead.
No one spoke.
Not in her only dress, Pink Chintz—always spotless.
Dressed in tattered blue.
Beside her, a message: blood, a stranger’s print.
“Told you not to instigate us.”
Someone said: “Remember? The dress she came in.”
#creativewriting #microfiction
July 19, 2025 at 2:00 PM
7_

You, climbing through my fate,
darkening my mind.
like a blooming, bluish-lilac pain.
How magnificently
you turn me
into the Nothing.
You,
root of ancient wisteria.
I am the soil,
the yielding one
bearing the truth of
what you are.

#vss365 #wisteria
#BlueskyPoets #ArtOfWords
July 18, 2025 at 6:16 PM
6_

The clear blue sky reflected on the endless, mellow white surface of the snow.
A sharp, burning cold shimmered across its softness
until the gaze reached a pair of hands
emerging from the snow,
still
with fingers turned blue
against the boundless white.

#vss365 #mellow
#BlueskyPoets #ArtOfWords
July 17, 2025 at 11:46 PM