🌈✍️ i have nothing if I’ve no one to share it with. I want to live to think and suffer. Honesty is not a marketable skill.

Phoenix, AZ
Joined July 2018
Actually scratch that I won. I’d like to thank God (honestly) #NaNoWriMo18 #NaNoWriMo
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#vss365 The mist rolls, Cold w/rain Like the world is Dreaming itself In the fog. I feel the pull. The pined distance pulls me To travel like an ancestor, To smash my phone on my knees To shed my maps &wander. My breath leaps Eyes cloud bound. Let me merge w/the mist & wonder.
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David F retweeted
side by side still touching thoughts taper to vanishing points miles apart #vss365
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We can taper our focus, and broaden our concerns, said the ronin. Don't be distracted by the noise and confusion. We want clean air and water. We don't want flying cars and data centers on Mars. #vss365 #taper
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#vss365 Tapers for hope The little candles sing W/whispers of small flames In saintly susurrus Beneath the shrine Emblazoned reads a sign: “$1 to light a candle.” Imagine, It costs to hope, That saints,like claw machines, Await their coin To grab us blessings “$1 plz per prayer”
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the definition of genocide is not determined by the perpetrator
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#vss365 I hear a pining mountain wind A kind of weeping in the trees Her summit loves the earth, She yells. The foliage bursts & burns in her crisp echo Bright leaves billow down Raining golden sparks. She kisses us from miles away Oh How can we withstand her love?
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David F retweeted
such doubt that turns your ground to mud #vss365
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#vss365 i am misplaced an unreliable narrator cracked open my chest and bees pour out stings of self doubt and loathing spreading their poison infecting all I see impossible to hold on to that soft light of hope a narrow boat in a swollen sea words of comfort spun darkly into a haze of pain
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#vss365 Back up.I’m my own serial killer Hockey masked in headlights W/myknife inscribed I cant This weapon,my reasonable doubt, Was found at my murder scene. After,I saw a deathshead moth Hatched from my throat slit. It’s crazy wings itched out Like a dream doubted to death.
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Yes, we must vote, said the fox-girl. We can be hopeful, if not optimistic. That is our commitment to the future. #vss365 #commitment
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#vss365 Committed to the pharmacy line My knees congeal w/swelling As the energy of standing burns &times urgency peels like wallpaper Ive been always in some line Awaiting,fading in strength Buckling w/strain of standing in place Never getting to the counter Where healing waits
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November, and you’re alone.
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#vss365 #fueling I tenderly lay the yellow kitten on the pillow, covering him with the blanket, gathering the strands of my magic in the tips of my fingers, fueling the verisimilitude of life, sympathy tugging him a fraction closer. If all goes well, his little spirit lingers.
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#vss365 The trees must play as host to heaven Hanging as they do above the street— Their nimbuses dazzle w/their yellow leaves,which rain down as solid sunlight. This falling of leaves,these angel exhalations, Are fueled by wonder for our world- A high wind awing at our darkness
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A brand new favorite (& devastating) poem by Danez Smith
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#vss365 You never see their last breath fogging the mirror;it disappears W/o a nervous whisper Their final words—croaked Intonations— evaporate. Gone. Sound without an ear has no meaning & their breath was always just that: Something you called a life— Two moths chasing a light
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I think my @TopTweetTuesday poem responds to all three themes of 'journey, edge, revelation'... that dangerous brink where you KNOW you shouldn't jump, but you do anyway... Thanks to @MatthewMCSmith for inspiring and supporting our #poetry week after week. #poetrycommunity
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David F retweeted
clouds in training darken into heavy grey forms weep then disappear #vss365 #training #Haiku #3linespoem #micropoetry
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#vss365 At birth,the ether soused oracle had slurred about Pandora’s future box. Her foolish parents kept her from all things square,training her by uncorkings & bucket fillings.But this only made the box more seductive to her,laid at her feet by Hermes,who came as a burning fox
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