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Our vim kept us awake until the late morning. We'd nearly given up after her mom's third attempt with bedtime stories but it was as though our blood bubbled into sentience when mean shadows dipped toward the beds.

6 40
2020-03-26

Enchant

My collective journey is bold, brave, & free—sometimes in the of my room I open my eyes to write & capture art while listening to Mozart—I happily surprised, whispering sighs—I cannot deny, the excitement to be alive.✍️🏽#vss365

2 9
2020-03-26

Sunset tingles w/ silhouettes
cocooning wistful sighs
home bound
on singing cattails,
it dances high
on toasted passion
w/ its reclusing
twilight veil,
& it has become
a vessel
of our ghosts
of adoration
in a locked away seclusion.

11 39
2020-03-25

What Is—Will Come

Nothing stays the same—blame game, pain & not acknowledging change. Now is a time to emerge, even for greatness one day. Though thoughts may delay or progress in the stern & flow with the current to discern✍️🏽#vsspoem

1 7
2020-03-24

We paced on silent concord, hands connected. I think we'd both grown tired of walking around dern shadows for months on end, hoping someone wouldn't find out and tell our parents everywhere we'd been more than friends.

4 25
2020-03-24

Only me
Never certain
Insignificant at times
Silently contemplating
My place in this immense world







Image: Pinterest

4 13
2020-03-22

Onism is a chaos
within itself,
within you,
and beautiful it may be,
for you could be
one with another
on a Sunday morning,
kissing his, her, their
onism sea.
The breeze
is enticing,
blowing cinnamon
from your locks
to inhale.

12 64
2020-03-22

Life could be wonderful with kindness in high prestige, how lush happiness would grow if we'd water its seeds. Such supple words twirl through my mind as stars dart the sky, flowers in their beds, our hairs amid their sighs.

7 46
2020-03-20

“Yeah,” he laughed helplessly, “That’s all my gran’s stuff that she packed up before she died. She wanted everything and sold off. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I’ve actually unpacked some boxes recently. It’s just not as organized as I’d hoped.”

1 2
2020-03-15

wandering a kingdom of shadows
cobwebs muted colors reflect
down the rabbit hole to a foreign place
not at liberty to stop & inspect
I'll not write of strangeness here
as a teapot whistles profanity
to a new world order of insanity




3 9
2020-03-14

“Wait,” he said, eyeing the man coming down the street at us, “This isn’t your car?”

“No,” I grinned, pressing him up against the passenger door. “Excuse me sir! I’m a good here who happened to see this guy breaking into your car.”

1 2
2020-03-13

With a metallic the tiny, 3D printed pea-shooter shot across the room, as Nielsen knocked it out of my hand.

I looked at my empty hand, and then at Jules, who looked mortified.

“Fuck!”

1 2
2020-03-12

I looked at my sisters, trying not to let the past few days cloud how damn peaceful it was up here on this roof.

Hard to live with them, hard to live without them. I hated this and other platitudes, but this one felt true.

1 9
2020-03-09

The radio’s face lit up with a warm orange glow and began to bubble with quiet static. Relief broke over him, and he gave the dial a twist, searching through the static for a real channel, waiting for the world to back from the other side.

0 2
2020-03-08

"Storms are cantankerous things. They're a million vengeful spirits manifested out of all those books you've dog-eared & torn blank pages from," I spit, a scowl on my face, no doubt. "What? You'd vandalized their graves, you fool."

7 37
2020-03-03

Heart a sparrow w/ broken wing,
framed, her body,
masked little thing,
maturing mind sculpted
w/ spoonful of madness,
years pleasing for none,
sad she is.
Though part grown,
a smile lies a while,
small girl,
big style.

8 43
2020-03-02

Lifting his glass to his lips, his hand shook. Not much, just slightly. Just enough to remind him that his body was beginning to break down.

3 13
2020-03-02