𝐒𝒕𝘶𝘳 𝓟𝙤𝘦𝘵

Thank you Beth! 😊

Thank you for saying! I'm really struggling with writing anything at the moment!

#thrum of thoughts
has quietened
to a whispered
patter

tin-roofed, ailing:
his mind quakes,
anticipating the
synaptic storm

resilience worn
nerves frayed by
each greying day's
battle to find his way

he scents the senseless
suffering of
anxiety's
greedy maw

a hamster wheel
begins to turn

#vss365

Thank you for your kindness, too

Mental health demons force me out of hiding! 😬

I heard a #murmur —
my old self back?
the one I'd lost
when I went off track

the slightest whisper
some hope at last
or a false dawn
too soon to pass

either way
I wait and see
on the shore
of my sanity

I hope
it hurts
the bubble
it bursts

a murmur
taken

hostage
to
the
careless
breeze

#vss365

her poetry begins
where blood boils
mirroring the instant
of splintered desire
answering the dark
it digs bone to marrow
rips the coat from the soul
cuts through the #wonky night
of a #tense mind
& bursts onto black sheets
holding tight
patience of veins
& outcry of fire

#vss365 #emoetry 🖼️ HolgaJen

a black and white drawing of a woman standing next to a giant man ALT: a black and white drawing of a woman standing next to a giant man

My shadow
Is a giant—
A counterpoint
To light

It strides the World
Incarnate
A “Me” shaped
Slice of night

When the World
Goes #wonky
You can count
On it to fight—

Not to destroy
But to define
Line tween
Wrong and right
#vss365

my wheels
are #wonky
they're falling
off
I've lost my way
I've veered
off course
the jolly lilt
of this
wonky verse
hides the truth
of the deeper hurt
brave in
meter
deceit through
rhyme
a simulation
of me coping,
fine
a cry for
help
masked by art
I need your help
as I fall
apart

#vss365

ANOTHER HOOLIGAN

Dead piggy bank,
Drowning in a fish tank,
A pouch of memories
Hanging in a bird cage.

Old videos
Play across my eyeline,
Got a problem,
Paranoia sandwich.

Self abuse,
#Adorn my skin with bruises,
Another hooligan
Shoots a bloody movie.

#vss365

I'm back
prisoner again
no #slapdash, carefree
retort
will cast off
the restraints

fallen off the tightrope
again
one foot
above the abyss
ignorance was bliss
denial of this
black despair

invisible
from above
now relying upon
love to help
claw my way out
one tear
at a time

#vss365 #anxiety

there's something
that #survives
a kernel
of that existence
where I had felt
inspired

but, now, in the small hours
of a Tokyo
morning

the traffic's
indifferent hum,
conch-shell soundtrack
to a mind
making sums
where things aren't quite
adding up

#vss365

#illicit thoughts
burst
the seams
of my fraying conscience

my stitches strain
as fuck yous
bleed towards
an exit
wound
hurting me
and you

electric air threatens
to turn blue
exclamations protest
that we're through
no reclamation
just savage scars
forming
cauterising won't work

this time

#vss365

here again,
ruminating on when
fizzing words would

#issue frantically
from a broken mind,
different time

when I trod the thin line
separating me
from the abyss

precarious,
words still rose
through cracks in this

no stalled synapse —
now stubborn stick
in the spokes

grinds it
to a stop

#vss365

#History
flaps its leather wings,
shadow-lined —

days, weeks, years
of dusty experience
billow, collide,

then settle...
it begins its glide
through minds

that learn, at last —
aghast, they sense
the lessons

of the past,

and stare
along the path
of the present’s rich despair.

#vss365

he's a cryptic
#creature
you think you've
got him
worked out
then,
the rug,
it's no longer
under
your feet
a feature
of this creature
a feat
I beseech you
to see
before it defeats
you –
rather you
than me,
you see!

#vss365

What do you think
it means
to sit still
on #Halloween —

take a weak sip of tea,
hide in the dark
as they knock
for me...

what does it mean
that I've seen
angels where
devils have been

furious teams
of atomies
dragging dreams
across

a sunset loom
redding from
the scream
of a hapless moon

#vss365

😊😊😊😊

Cheers Patchie!

#Unseen, I sneak
into your head;

Unbidden, I preside
over everything
you've said —

the dead air,
the wings,
the prayer:
every little
care

that you've met,
that's been
bred.

Unseen, I peek
into your thoughts:
distraught,
sometimes caught
between the rock
and that

other place...

#vss365

I imagine
you there
a barely discernable
disturbance
in the air
above my head
you always #hover
there
after you passed
catching each breath I take
hearing each promise
I've made,
seeing them
break,
but hopeful
that you'll
forgive me
all the
same

#vss365

From each
carefully curated
angle
the sign and semblance
of happiness
leaches from sun-drenched skin

but all I see
is sadness

DJ decks,
an aroma of sex
new scenes,
green screens
perfect pesto —

a fraudulent
manifesto for an
escape from lives
they never properly
learned
to live

Hi. I'm going to be your next #vss365 host, after Mr. Greenwood (@bowengreenwood.bsky.social) has concluded his amazing tenure.

The info for next month: I'll be hosting from 1-15 September. My prompt posts will go up at 6 AM in GMT. I'm looking forward reading your inventive stories!

your eyes sparkle
#constellations shine
a universe in those pools
and me, the fool,
drowning again

#vss365

Yeah, I'm looking forward to seeing how this season pans out. So many team changes to try and accommodate in my fantasy team!

I thought of you when the collapse occurred! To be fair to spurs, we played some decent, strategic football for about 75 mins compared to the chaos of last year. Quite a few pundits backing Gunners. Certainly made some positive signings, a striker even!!!

what a #prank
voters played
on the mighty
U S of A

one big baby
in full control
orange skin
with no clear goals

the red box tickers
roared with joy
what a hoot
for billionaire boy

man of the people
he tries to claim
just not the many people
to whom he shows disdain

prank you very much

#vss365

🙏🙏🙏

#vss365 #prompt #brownie
Sweet, gooey, crumbly, treats – fresh from the oven. Just one bite? Gabe will never notice. Or another. And another. Until… uh-oh. The last brownie. I should save it for Gabe.
Munch.
Oops.
Well… I’ve left him a crumb.
Your turn to bake up some fun.

love:
dark, rich,
moreish, intense

like
a #brownie
melting on my

tongue;
sensual waves
of pleasure awaken

synapses;
can't make sense
of this deliciousness

sensibility
overridden, not hidden,
exploding, heart implodes

overloaded
euphoria baked
into my skin - not a sin -

hot release

#vss365