no, this isn't a brag #flex--
#ISmelltoast,
an odor lingering
from a burning question:
Do zombies smell toast and if so,
do they smell it for eternity?
Cause this smell isn't
vanishing and well
I'm worried
just why
it isn't...
jenthorne.bsky.social
#VssmagicPrompt
no, this isn't a brag #flex--
#ISmelltoast,
an odor lingering
from a burning question:
Do zombies smell toast and if so,
do they smell it for eternity?
Cause this smell isn't
vanishing and well
I'm worried
just why
it isn't...
jenthorne.bsky.social
#VssmagicPrompt
It's a feeling
Not quite sure how to describe it
I look at charts and graphs and see a deeper meaning
Those simple equations of two or three variables
Turned into lines on paper
Talk to me
I don't understand
It's a form of magic
I'd say trust the art
Others will automate
It's a feeling
Not quite sure how to describe it
I look at charts and graphs and see a deeper meaning
Those simple equations of two or three variables
Turned into lines on paper
Talk to me
I don't understand
It's a form of magic
I'd say trust the art
Others will automate
Courage's genesis
never soothes but inflames deep,
shocking into change.
#vssmagicprompt #courage #vss365 #soothes #vssfantasy #genesis
Courage's genesis
never soothes but inflames deep,
shocking into change.
#vssmagicprompt #courage #vss365 #soothes #vssfantasy #genesis
for the #VssMagicPrompt #still theme
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+ link: allpoetry.com/poem/1864636...
Poem inspired by Ovid's #myth of Pygmalion, who prays to Aphrodite to bring his Galatea sculpture to life:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galatea...
#poetry #mythology #love #art
@vssmagic.bsky.social
for the #VssMagicPrompt #still theme
ALT text
+ link: allpoetry.com/poem/1864636...
Poem inspired by Ovid's #myth of Pygmalion, who prays to Aphrodite to bring his Galatea sculpture to life:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galatea...
#poetry #mythology #love #art
@vssmagic.bsky.social
Relationships end.
Bang, whimper, dissolution,
disappearance. Death.
Feelings numb, then plunge.
I would need an aqualung
to dive to these depths.
#VSSMagicprompt death #haiku #senryu
#inkmine #micropoetry #poetry
Relationships end.
Bang, whimper, dissolution,
disappearance. Death.
Feelings numb, then plunge.
I would need an aqualung
to dive to these depths.
#VSSMagicprompt death #haiku #senryu
#inkmine #micropoetry #poetry
she never cared
for Sunday mornings
or the weekend christians
that pretended
they knew how to pray
while condemning
the lost and broken
for the sins
they never knew
#poetry
she never cared
for Sunday mornings
or the weekend christians
that pretended
they knew how to pray
while condemning
the lost and broken
for the sins
they never knew
#poetry
he would fast every weekend
cleansing himself
from the labors of the week
seeking renewal
for his worn soul
and dreading the shadows
born of Mondays
when
once again
the wage slave labor
has begun
#poetry
he would fast every weekend
cleansing himself
from the labors of the week
seeking renewal
for his worn soul
and dreading the shadows
born of Mondays
when
once again
the wage slave labor
has begun
#poetry
he would fast every weekend
cleansing himself
from the labors of the week
seeking renewal
for his worn soul
and dreading the shadows
born of Mondays
when
once again
the wage slave labor
has begun
#poetry
he would fast every weekend
cleansing himself
from the labors of the week
seeking renewal
for his worn soul
and dreading the shadows
born of Mondays
when
once again
the wage slave labor
has begun
#poetry
I will not follow
nor do I care to lead
I will just search
for my own truth
and savor every dawn
I do not ask you to see me
as anything other
than the man I am
a dreamer
building castles
in the hearts of man
with nothing more
than my own
foolish words
#poetry
I will not follow
nor do I care to lead
I will just search
for my own truth
and savor every dawn
I do not ask you to see me
as anything other
than the man I am
a dreamer
building castles
in the hearts of man
with nothing more
than my own
foolish words
#poetry
he enjoyed
walking in the grove
where the only echoes
he would hear
were the birds singing
to the shadows
of his dreams
and freedom was born
on shaft of light
breaking through
the trees
#poetry
he enjoyed
walking in the grove
where the only echoes
he would hear
were the birds singing
to the shadows
of his dreams
and freedom was born
on shaft of light
breaking through
the trees
#poetry
I would learn
nothing
from my days
roaming the country
nothing
of the truth
we have all desired
nothing
of the liberty
we have all claimed
as our own
nothing
but those shadows
that have darken
our lives
with cries of hunger
or the bended knee
of endless labor
just to have
I would learn
nothing
from my days
roaming the country
nothing
of the truth
we have all desired
nothing
of the liberty
we have all claimed
as our own
nothing
but those shadows
that have darken
our lives
with cries of hunger
or the bended knee
of endless labor
just to have
I cross an ocean
full of lost dreams
and yesterdays
in search
of an echo of you
but all I find
are the shadows
of who
we used to be
when love was new
and tomorrow
just another dream
#poetry
I cross an ocean
full of lost dreams
and yesterdays
in search
of an echo of you
but all I find
are the shadows
of who
we used to be
when love was new
and tomorrow
just another dream
#poetry
he had thought
he had chosen
the perfect font
for the poem
carefully centering it
within the picture
it appeared to fade
into the background
so all ou could see
was his lover's smile
#poetry
he had thought
he had chosen
the perfect font
for the poem
carefully centering it
within the picture
it appeared to fade
into the background
so all ou could see
was his lover's smile
#poetry
she would watch the clip
over and over again
as if she were trying
to capture the moment
their fairy tale romance
before their doubts
and tears
dared to whisper hello
and all that was left
of their magical moment
was a memory dying
all so slow
#poetry
she would watch the clip
over and over again
as if she were trying
to capture the moment
their fairy tale romance
before their doubts
and tears
dared to whisper hello
and all that was left
of their magical moment
was a memory dying
all so slow
#poetry
there was no need
to remind us
about the sludge
along the old piers
we have seen
how it stained
the Hudson
with the sins of man
choked the life
of the gulls
and the fowl
here was no need
to remind us
of our own cruelty
not when we're trying
to be better...
there was no need
to remind us
about the sludge
along the old piers
we have seen
how it stained
the Hudson
with the sins of man
choked the life
of the gulls
and the fowl
here was no need
to remind us
of our own cruelty
not when we're trying
to be better...
of that
we were of one mind
that no man
was our king
that our rights
as citizens
grew out of
our rights as men
and that no one
should us
those rights
just because they wear
black robes
and believe that women
are nothing more
than shadows
to walk behind men
#poetry
of that
we were of one mind
that no man
was our king
that our rights
as citizens
grew out of
our rights as men
and that no one
should us
those rights
just because they wear
black robes
and believe that women
are nothing more
than shadows
to walk behind men
#poetry
I was in the class of 69
back in the day
scarred
by the twin assassinations
of Bobby & King
while trying to make sense
of a war
with no winners
nor end
just the lost of our innocence
and nothing more
#poetry
I was in the class of 69
back in the day
scarred
by the twin assassinations
of Bobby & King
while trying to make sense
of a war
with no winners
nor end
just the lost of our innocence
and nothing more
#poetry
it was more
than just a scrape
he knew that
but still he smiled
as he stood up
behind 2nd base
it was his 1s t steal
of the season
now who was it
that called him old
to his face?
#poetry
it was more
than just a scrape
he knew that
but still he smiled
as he stood up
behind 2nd base
it was his 1s t steal
of the season
now who was it
that called him old
to his face?
#poetry