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Is freedom weight or feathered wing? Does choice redeem the void? Or is the fact of choosing all the dream we can’t avoid? Absurd, yes, but secretly sweet the universe cracks a grin, for nothingness can’t help but wink at mortals lost within. #poetry
It went too and fro, dancing down the hall, with socks of shadow on its feet and no one there at all. #poetry
Did you not see how my ribs bent, how my hands clenched around nothing but air, how my breath stuttered. I was breaking, too quietly, carefully, like glass wrapped in cloth so no one would hear the shatter.
What I write is a key carved for a lock, to a door only I understand, you might admire the shape, trace the grooves, but never truly enter. #poetry
#wildwalkprompt #poetry A wish unspoken becomes caught in the throat, delicate as a spider’s web stretched between silence and breath.
Did you not see? how my ribs bent inward, how my hands clenched around nothing but air, how my breath stuttered. I was breaking, too quietly, carefully, like glass wrapped in cloth so no one would hear the shatter. #poetry
#BlueSkyRelay #GUILLEMOT #poetry a rhyme about politics: A guillemot with a guillotine, perched upon a tangerine, declared the laws of gravity were nothing but depravity.
I have never considered myself counter culture. That is something to mull over thank you.
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#naked #poetry #poetry@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social Naked is the word we whisper when truth steps into the room, fragile and unadorned. It is the shiver of honesty, gooseflesh raised when nothing is left to cover the trembling pulse beneath.
What I write is a key carved for a lock, to a door only I understand, you might admire the shape, trace the grooves, but never truly enter. #poetry
“Nonsense” Mad is a teacup that drinks itself, porcelain lips chattering secrets to owls who gossip in cloaks and spoons that bend in the air. #poetry #nonsense
Thank you truly but hardly a legend. Just try to write things that mean something to me.
#vss365 #poetry #constellation A constellation is not a chain, not one star bound to another, but a pattern of light seen from where we stand. Each body burns alone, brilliant in its own gravity, yet together they sketch myths a hunter, a serpent, a cup overflowing.
#Mad is the clock that bleeds sand instead of time, its hands gnawing at the numbers like starving wolves. Mad is a table set for no one, silverware twitching, plates whispering in cracked porcelain tongues, #poetry #writingcommunity #poetry@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
In my slowness, I taste what others miss the weight of a moment, the ache of anticipation. Every move is savoured in a world of fast and instant the world rushes and misses all we really have the journey. #poetry
Sloth is not the enemy but the teacher of pause. In a culture that worships speed, it whispers that stillness is also a form of survival. To be #lazy is to resist demands #poetry #emoetry #poetry@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
Kindness is the pause before, the choice to see, to hold the thread between as something that might fray unless tended. #poetry
In the shadows, scales gleaming like wet obsidian, a grin cut with fangs Their eyes hook into you and you still. They circle slow, wrapping you in curiosity, they press, #poetry
There’s a #queue. Get in line. First they pull the different, the loud, the strange, those whose voices cracked the silence. #poetry #blueskyrelay #prompt
As an avid history fan I know this bit of history. Haven’t read the book but now I have a new book to find. Thank you. 🙂
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@halfbakedrhymes.com Morbid High Tea The table is laid, linen starched with grief, silver trays glinting under the dim bulbs of the church basement. Cucumber slices whisper between thin white bread, edges shaved to civility funeral sandwiches, a delicacy of mourning. #poetry
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They call me beautifully broken, as if fracture is a flourish, as if the cracks are paint strokes meant to please the eye. A wound rebranded, a bruise recast in gold. #poetry @fluxofmind.ca
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#tincture #blueskyrelay #poetry I mixed everything like alchemy, hoping the right ratio might distill peace…
#jealous #Emoetry #poetry That bitter green has no place upon my tongue; it is not proof of care, only sour selfishness disguised as love…
Growth feels like oppression to those who have only known ease, as if the world’s shifting weight were an insult, not a correction. #poetry
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The Sweet Shoppe The windows fogged with want, smeared sweat marks from noses pressed to the glass. Their hands twitching, eyes darting at treasures. They parade in with pomp carrying imagined skill through candy-striped aisles. Bells ring as they enter #poetry
“Scars” A scar is not skin hungry for touch. It is memory sewn shut, a fault line where the earth once split open, still humming with the quake no one else can hear. #poetry
The screen lights, a stranger’s words spill out not invitation, not dialogue, but a violation made of text. No picture needed. The body is summoned without consent, dragged into the open by sentences that press, that pin, that stain that trigger that trap. #poetry
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War spends more than it saves it writes checks in blood, cashing in futures for power in the face of corruption, leaving generations bankrupt with grief. I have no answers nor opinions only hope that survival can be found without the cost of life. Unpopular thoughts. #poetry
“Get a gun”, the post said as if metal in the hand could answer the hollow in the chest. But guns don’t know allegiance. They carve through air, through bodies, through the trembling hands that hold them. #poetry
Ego stands at the center, a child with matches, striking them on the world, blind to the fire climbing its arms. #poetry
And so I remain, in truth beyond my rants, a soft voice unspoken, a presence half-felt, measured out in fragments too small to overwhelm.
My poetry may stumble, it may trip over rhythm, fracture its own lines, twist language until it bleeds. #poetry
Sir, your poems are pedantic trash, parading syllables like trophies while meaning staggers, half-dead, beneath the weight of your self-importance. Your words choke on themselves, pretending depth, but falling flat like brittle paper drenched in inkless ambition. #poetry #neverfuckwithapoet
There's a big difference between "withdrawn in a mysterious and/or interesting way" and "pretentiously aloof douchebag" and some creatives would do well to learn the difference.
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#emoetry #poetry #poetry@fafo-poets-societry.bsky.social #Eager Eagerness is a spark fingers trembling, begging to explore, a body leaning forward, heart already sprinting into a future not yet born. Its opposite is apathy…
Your breath falls on me like a scourge, bruising my skin with want. Your teeth hover, above my throat, a promise of peril and peace. We make music the sharp melody of surrender, the song of ruin sung between us, where pain is rhythm, and desire, the refrain. #poetry
I threw my voice into the wind, a dare to the fates just watch me. I laughed, as if their threads were cobwebs and not the loom of time. #Emoetry #poetry #fafo-poets-society.bsky.social #Daring
Where should you scatter my ashes? I don’t care. The body has already gone brittle, the voice already unthreaded from its name. #poetry #MPprompt #poetrycommunity
AI It reflects us too clearly, our greed, our hunger, our endless need for control. We call it villain when it only mimics the architects of its code, our quiet cruelties, our whispered ambitions. We fear it because we know ourselves. And in its silence, it never lets us forget. #poetry
We build two cages and call them absolute. One forged of iron, the old order…
I stand at the edge of myself, stitched with habits, perfumed with fear. It whispers comfort this familiar prison…
#poetry You forgot the milk. And the eggs. And the bread. The list grows hollow, like a cupboard echoing with absence…
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I crawl out of sleep lungs still full of music that doesn’t belong gasping as it fades. The world greets me in jagged tunes, tempos cut for voices I don’t inhabit, rhythms composed for songs not my own. #poetry #MPprompt #poetrycommunity #prompt
The first glance is a fragile thing, nerves flutter restless. #poetry
Under the gaslight’s cruel bloom, the curtain parts on a parade of strangeness flesh bent into spectacle, and pain lacquered smiles. #poetry
I find a strange kind of preservation, in that some things belong solely to the moments that made them.
Access is a privilege. The uninvited don’t survive the taking.
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Folx there’s 4 parts. Sorry I forgot to number them.
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Under the gaslight’s cruel bloom, the curtain parts on a parade of strangeness flesh bent into spectacle, and pain lacquered smiles. #poetry
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I came here because the edges felt like home a gathering of wild shapes in a world that loved only straight lines. But even among the crooked, I curve too sharply. Even among the strange, I am strange in the wrong directions. #poetry
Some names are not names at all, but keys cool metal against the tongue, cut in shapes only one lock will take. Some titles hold such weight that to wield them carelessly would strip them bare, reduce them to costume. #poetry
Some titles hold such weight that to wield them carelessly would strip them bare, reduce them to costume.
Under the gaslight’s cruel bloom, the curtain parts on a parade of strangeness flesh bent into spectacle, and pain lacquered smiles. #poetry
To stop just for a moment and let the noise slip from my skin. To be quiet, embody quiet, until even my breath becomes still. #poetry
Why do you do it stand before the horror of a death that never knew life? How can you watch whole worlds collapse into a single, silent breath of sorrow? Because I can. Because I must. Because every death even the smallest, even the unseen deserves a witness. #poetry
Turnstiles and Velvet Ropes The midway is loud, all neon grin and sticky fingers rides spin for anyone with a ticket and the nerve to keep their eyes open. The air smells like sugar and grease… #poetry
Hope #poetry #FAFO Hope is a soft whisper that promises the tide will turn if you just wait…
They taste of perfume and pretense, all sugar-scent and no substance, the kind of sweetness that overwhelms with decay. I breathe them in my lungs ached with nothing, this is how the vapid survive by drifting, by swallowing air and calling it a feast. #poetry #mpprompt
#dontfuckwithapoet Random BSkyers are wondering WHO is in the hot seat. News at 9.
#dontfuckwithapoet #poetry You crawl back, again and again, eyes straining into the void, hungry for what will never feed you. There is nothing here now only the lash of Consequence….
Dark Humour When the trauma is dark we laugh at ourselves, make a joke, smooth out the creases of our lives like worn clothes that still fit if you tug them just right. We hold our pain in punchlines, turn the shadows into hecklers.. #poetry
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Maybe you can’t break the one who’s already lost it all, the one who shattered into a thousand pieces. Because with every repair, they’ve become something else entirely something unbreakable. #poetry
Don’t eff with a poet #Dontfuckwithapoet #poetry #poems #authors #booksky #authorsky @fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
#dontfuckwithapoet I'm not a fan of bloodsport Surprising, but its true I find instead I'm ruthless Towards predators like you I'm naive, I must admit Quite easy to confound The safest thing For girls like me Put rapists In the ground
The clock’s hands crawl, slow as dripping water, but I am wide-eyed a prisoner of my own skull. Shadows stretch and breathe, walls whisper in languages I almost understand… #poetry
#dontfuckwithapoet Hi mister big man With a small mind & a fuzzy definition Of consent You coercive controlling Little bitch I'm your genderqueer nightmare Come to stalk in shadow Waiting for the right moment To strike Then bind & draw your poison out With my expert hand Smile, buddy *click* <3
When you fuck with one of us You fuck with us all Look at you, finding out now FAFOs are feisty Extra-spicy and wily And you shoulda known That playing stupid games Only nets you stupid prizes #DontFuckWithAPoet
A poet's heart can be a balm or a bomb You choose But if you paint in the colors of love and frame it in casual rejection and disrespect, the explosion will be targeted, precise, and eloquent and shred you to your very bones #dontfuckwithapoet
My rage could #bloom into poetic mastery with each successive poem, the words I want to say become clearer, concise- you stole my dignity, you stole my little bit of light, you had limitless choices and the one you choose necessitated destroying me #whistpr #poetry #dontfuckwithapoet
We're laying on the floor covered in our metaphors Munching on charcuterie bonding over comraderie Listening to our girly pop and writing hexing poems Sisterhood of smart cookies but just playing like rookies #poetry #SOLSEED 🌼 #sisterhood #dontfuckwithapoet
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Poet’s Revenge We will curse you, but not with spells our ink is spite made liquid. You thought you could vanish in silence and shadows, but we have carved you into the void of verses… #dontfuckwithapoet …we will write about you.
My world is a thousand tangled threads, each looped around another in impossible patterns. I used to pull at every strand, hiding frayed ends in my palm, lies snapping against my heart…
Allure There is nothing more seductive than a yes that means yes, a no that is heard, and a truth spoken without fear of its weight. #consent #poetry
It is! Pig brain tho. From a dissection class.
The Nakedness of Trees Bare against the wind, Its trunk stands bark armour around its heart, rings inside record every secret… #poetry #mpprompt
#poetry Just Block Them Just block them they say, a cure just placebo. Just block them as if screens are shields and silence means gone…
