Robert J. W.

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There is a clash in me
between angels
and maggots.
I sink inside my thoughts
as the circles bend.
The night is beaming.
So should I.
Disgust can only win
so many times
before it gets tired of fame.
My shoulders erupt
into a dream.

I take flight.

#vss365 #emoetry #poetry

#Green #pastures
are a story people tell
when days feel too ordinary,
a quiet confession
wrapped in hope,
that somewhere
the air is cleaner,
the clocks slower,
the voices kinder,
and the self
somehow restored—
as if contentment
were a landscape,
not a discipline
quietly practiced.

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the moon clashes
with sunrise
the scent
of tobacco
permeating fields
corn
waiting for harvest
acorns
on the ground
a squirrel
foraging for winter

#clash
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We saw leafs
Casting shadows
On the the pebbled
River beds
As they float
In the Moonlight
Down a clear stream.

Cloudy nights
No shadow,
Muddy stream
Clash with clarity
In the Universal
Widows

Inventions of man’s
Mind #clash, in
Mirrors of destiny.

#vss365

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We grazed under streetlights
that flickered and groaned.
Nights associated
with hammers
stained by blue sky.
Social anxiety was dulled
in the milk of song.
We were abused by time
but our paper baptisms
were the ultimate healing.
Our skin grew gods
and we blushed
no more.

#poetry #vss365 #emoetry

Poetry sits at the table
drinking coffee

she wonders
why it's so quiet here

she remembers all the coffee
she ever drank

and stirs the star of words
into the cup

Dark thoughts cling
like #dirt, making
a #mess of me
& screaming
loudly.

I #resist their #clamor,
breaking through
the tangle,
one #twig
at a time.

I won't #sink
in this #gloom—
I'll find a boat
or lie back & float.
Either way,
it's not sink,
only swim.

#RetroArtPrompt
The week in one.

even when life wounded me,
i did not retreat.
i bled into the world—
let it stain my hands,
my art, my heart—
it tore me apart.
i chose to stay—
even knowing how
easily
we can wound
again.

#poetry #emotionalalchemy
#humancondition

it is a day to be celebrated
the day you finally #associate love
with safety, warmth, and caring
rather than defiance, sadness, and fear

when that day comes
we should celebrate you
because you got yourself here
as close to 'the other side'
as it is possible to be

#vss365

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The fog settles
on another ancient dawn.
Dew plays with the climax
of the night before.
This morning is a grimace
and the zest
of the newborn sun
can light the way
to an amelioration
of rust.

#emoetry #poetry

Sparrows
cross the sky
and my freedom
lifts with them
as they take off into
the day

#bspp42 #poetry

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Growing with such nurture
Learning to understand
All the meanings in life
From each season that comes
To the storms misunderstood
Grappling with the journeys
The hippocampus did learn

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Naked branches
etched the dark sky
like the body’s secret veins.

The marsh hummed
with writhing vices,
curling through shadowed water
like ink across the
reflection of dead leaves.

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Stunning!

HAIKU 0287

future draws daily
increasing times illusion—
past becomes a blur

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We crawl backwards
because current lies
are old truths.
Authoritarianism seeps
from government to media.
They tell us to worship
dysfunction and pacifiers.
Once elastic politics
harden into a bomb,
holding us hostage
as it threatens to drop.

#vss365 #poetry

I walk around
Nobody knows my fears
Like a cellar with no light
Door closed traps me in
Head returns to where it all began

I find it funny sometimes
How everybody goes around
As if nothing ever changed
Life here is just the same
But tainted inside

I feel it in these #elastic blues

#vss365

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"Forgive my wariness."
I preach to the puddle
as I grasp my own hand.
The passing cars
all sound like scythes
that reap integers
from equations.
I gasp inside
the answer, clawing
from my own pulp.
Healing is ugly
but the wings I hope to grow
will be gorgeous
as a child's song.

#emoetry #vss365

behind my eyelids
grainy photographs of all
the people i miss

#haiku
#DailyHaikuPrompt

Excellent imagery!