Read an anthology
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
Jen Thorne (@jenthorne.bsky.social)
"Delightfully bleak." In real life, I'm a working mother of two, with a boring job in IT. On here, I am a poet, writer, artist, and crafter! Member of the #PoetsOfDoom crew. Member of the #PromptCombo team.
jenthorne.bsky.social
November 1, 2026 at 11:47 PM
Read an anthology
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
#VssMagicPrompt #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
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
November 7, 2025 at 8:08 AM
#VssMagicPrompt #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
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
WHEN APATHY HITS ROCK BOTTOM
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
January 31, 2026 at 2:49 PM
WHEN APATHY HITS ROCK BOTTOM
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
My #poem "Galatean"
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
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
September 14, 2025 at 5:34 AM
My #poem "Galatean"
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
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
DOUBLE HAIKU
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
March 30, 2025 at 3:17 AM
DOUBLE HAIKU
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
#VssMagicPrompt
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
March 4, 2025 at 3:10 PM
#VssMagicPrompt
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
#VssMagicPrompt
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
February 26, 2025 at 3:01 PM
#VssMagicPrompt
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
#VssMagicPrompt
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
February 26, 2025 at 2:59 PM
#VssMagicPrompt
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
#VssMagicPrompt
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
February 25, 2025 at 1:43 PM
#VssMagicPrompt
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
#VssMagicPrompt
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
February 24, 2025 at 1:38 PM
#VssMagicPrompt
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
#VssMagicPrompt
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
February 20, 2025 at 2:32 PM
#VssMagicPrompt
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
#VssMagicPrompt
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
February 17, 2025 at 2:18 PM
#VssMagicPrompt
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
#VssMagicPrompt
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
February 13, 2025 at 2:15 PM
#VssMagicPrompt
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
#VssMagicPrompt
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
February 12, 2025 at 2:27 PM
#VssMagicPrompt
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
#VssMagicPrompt
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...
February 11, 2025 at 2:12 PM
#VssMagicPrompt
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...
#VssMagicPrompt
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
February 10, 2025 at 1:19 PM
#VssMagicPrompt
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
VssMagicPrompt
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
February 5, 2025 at 2:36 PM
VssMagicPrompt
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
#VssMagicPrompt
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
February 4, 2025 at 1:28 PM
#VssMagicPrompt
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
