Ash & Ink

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Is ok! 👍

Hands On The work will be done in the mud If it is done right, there will be No hopeful photos No clever signs It will be shovels and Bone, bile, and rage The soil we turn Will be our own There won't be heroes Only sacrifices, stars on the wall Of memory. Dirty hands, and a steel will.

Everybody wants to be a freedom fighter until it's time to do freedom fighter shit.

Reposting from ages ago. (Last April) #poetry #blueskypoet
#fuckICE #resist #trueblue #Bondiisscum #FDJT

It's funny the way light
can dance & play—
how it flickers
through the pane

it's lovely the way light
might not be light at all
but hope—
flitting in
at the edges of despair

it's wonderful how light
can be not light at all
but you—
the way
your soul shines
through the window
of my mind.

#poem

#vss365 #poetry

It’s a fusion
Of colours
Like rainbows
And shadows
Grey and black
Specks of white
That work
Together

Setting alight
My imagination
Though pages
Of a book
Are black and white

My mind sees more
That’s how the magic works
#Dark or bright

Thank you! 🙏

Big love for this!

Yesterday
I heard the offbeat
sound,
grass growing
as all I touched
turned violent hatred,
I lived in Dostoevsky
and died in Woolf;

that was my
heart breaking
and the stones filling my
pockets
maybe I am the criminal
and my life is the sentence

#bedroomeyes #vssdaily #vss365 #faesense #poetry

A WARLOCK ON...

#poetry
#prompt
#inkmine ⤵️
#spokenword
#vss365 touch
#moonmystic ⤵️
#2wordprompt ⤵️
#firewords280 ⤵️
#emoetry empathy
#RetroArtPrompt ⤵️
#BraveWrite tangible
#Solseed Valentine_Day
#OurPoetryX plan_ahead
#dailyimageprompt hobbit
#FreeVerseFebruary circean
#bedroomeyesprompt yesterday

Thank you! 🙏🙏

Drives me crazy that this is a completely plausible headline these days

She’s Transitioned—

Yesterday lingered on the windowsill
a thin veil, I could not sift in my hands. Your name moved through the house as stolen wind,underneath gossamer dust amid crevices—settling—corners I still avoid.

A #Solseed Joint #unsexy
#bedroomeyes #Yesterday
#skypoets #poetrycommunity

Worth it! Beautiful

Suffer Well I would suffer, And suffer well, If it meant that, You suffered too. I would stick pins in me If they promised to hurt us both. If our connection finally Yielded some tangible results, Instead of just empty words And solitude. I would suffer it all If it meant that you Finally felt What I did When you said it wasn't real And then used it anyway.

#Emoetry #empathy #poetry

A dark take on #empathy? Yeah, probably, but I get to be a bitch sometimes too.
Here is a #poem about it..

Maybe, Son My son tells me his head Touches the sky every time He goes outside, And when he jumps He is in space, And flying until he lands. Maybe it is as simple As that. Maybe I just forgot How easy magic is When you stop looking For why it works. My head touches the sky. It is hard to say it doesn't. Shall I jump?

#vss365 #touch #poetry

Maybe it is time for a leap of faith?
It's possible, but either way, here is a #poem

Receipt My Right knee A perpetual dull ache Memory written On my nerves A part of who I became A reminder to remember The cost I paid And what I still owe I limp a little when it's cold My scar shows when it's warm I always notice it Even when I don't pay attention to it The reminder of the cost I paid And what I still owe

#vss365 #ache #poetry

I do solemnly swear I will defend...

Here is a #poem

At the wake, the ache
Of loss permeated the
Air with quiet sobs.
#vss365 #ache #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@nathanbrazil.bsky.social

SUMPTUOUS Dressed up, dragged out, promised I’d enjoy it, I stepped into a world that was never built for me. A sumptuous feast for every sense. Penguin men in polished shoes escorting gilded women through a glittering palace, a shrine to excess. Tables groaned beneath abundance, every dish a declaration. Champagne chiming on silver trays, cocktails sweating in every hand. I sat at the back with my water, my plate almost bare, thinking of my quiet kitchen, the fridge light on an empty shelf, and all the people who go without while food spilled onto marble floors.

@daveashleypoet.bsky.social
Bet you didn't think I could make this prompt angsty? Think again.

#FreeVerseFebruary
#Sumptous

words gather,
then hesitate.

meaning shifts,
just out of reach.

an #ache settles,
language shaped,
meant to land
without knowing.

#vss365 #prompt #poetry #writing #5amwritersclub

That's crappy. Hopefully they will make it right

The tenor of my heart
wavered, an offbeat key,
when you thundered in
in your quiet way,
gently seismic

your instincts knew
it wasn't raucousness
would make me swoon,
my ear more attuned
to subtle cues—

your quirky mind,
your witty ways
created the quake
that subtly shook me
off my feet.

#inkmine

I want to move on
But a longing sneaks in
Like a snake
Shedding its skin
Leaving old scars behind
Being free from old sin
The shell that was
Holds the imprints
Of how I’ve grown
Of what I’d been
I can’t just leave it
So I’m stuck again

#BSPP50 #longing #thingtowriteabout #sneak

licking ash and #bones
a burning sunset of mayhemic fangs
its rictus, iron maw sears; mocking me
disabusing my fear
with ember remembrances
in a sermon of lashing tongues
it crackles accusations
from long-wronged voices
and i'm deafened by its taunts
submitting to its fiery recompense

#vss365

A cut through the skin
Then slowly peel back
Layer by layer
Held with a tack
Exposing deep within
Found far in the back
The heart of the matter
Covered in a plaque
Of confused devotion
So slimy and black

#weirdmicro #confuseddevotion

Ache revives in
A heart again
Weakened by years
Of mistrust, mental
Gymnastics, a backflip
Side hustle into
Muscle memory
You left not me, the
Other way you see is
Simply not how it went
A conclusion met long
Ago, even so, the ache
Weakens the heart again

#vss365 #ache
#writingcommunity
#poetry

Corn was once a goddess, The Maya once worshipped, Now it’s just manufactured, Into fattening syrups. Is that why I’m punished, With corns on my toes, That ache something fierce, Reaching to the bones. Maybe I need to offer, Something to the goddess, An ancient sacrificial ritual, Perhaps my podiatrist.

#vss365 #bones #ache #cassiopeian #offer #poetry

Absolutely! You hit the nail right on the head

Plantago lanceolata I don't want you to get tired of me but talking to you's my only comfort when it's so loud inside my head I'm scared I'm fatiguing you so I pull away so you can't leave and I fear I've already said this before I don't know what to name this because I don't want to tarnish an innocent floral with my me I know I'm being really selfish at the confluence of realizing again that I'm not sure you really liked me I saw a weed on my break turns out it's medicinal but it doesn't have flowers I guess it doesn't really matter and I don't know what to say but thanks for reading this

Plantago lanceolata

#poetry

a woman in a black dress is holding a cup of coffee and smiling in goth . Alt: a woman in a black dress is holding a cup of coffee and smiling in goth .

Perfect melancholy. Well done.