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I’ve always been teetotal.

If you were to think of me
Less & less
I wonder how many stars
Would fade out each time

Maybe one by one
Or a handful
Leaving the sky in such darkness
That the night would ache in limbo

I hadn't thought you’d be that cruel
That i’d become one of those
Cemetery stars

#loveletters #poetry

It’s an #advert for sore eyes
The burn of fireworks
A little too close
When your smile
Widens at the gaze
Of somebody elses seduction

#vss365

Morning creatives we're a third of the way through our journey, it's day 5 already!

One of my favourite songs of the punk era is Gary Gilmore's Eyes by the Adverts, so today's #vss365 #prompt 05/10/25, is #advert . Happy writing 🎶✍️🎶✍️

What is your favourite song of all time?

I'm sober
But I'm also a dreamer

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I wonder if the stars
Somewhere out there
Think about me
As I think about them
Thinking of you
Somewhere out there

Rain sometimes acts like glue
To a world of mystical déjà vu

I don't want to be part of your world
I have much to trek
Inside my own mind

Sleep awakens me
To a hunger that eats away at me

#micropoetry #poem

the story of a soul
  written in fractures—
    not a single wound omitted,
     
summoned from the
depths
   to fumble, to lose,
       to find again—

#poetry #writingcommunity

This week's #BornBattleReady prompt word is: SACRED

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The Ghost Merchants

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One Taste of Love

Sacred memories
Silver bits
In an unsavory past
Clung onto like
A favorite guitar riff
Standing out like
Flickers of gold
That which made me bold
And as I grow old
Those silver linings
Are always what
Stands out
What gets me through
Silver, gold
Never old

#BornBattleReady

A black-and-white picture of flat rock in the shade next to other rocks, seen from an almost level position. © Stefanie Neumann - #KBFPhotography

SANCTUARY There was a time when I could relax into my sacred space A sanctuary all my own to be in ease and grace I shared it once it was beautiful like coming home times two That was before the grave shift before the desecration before sacred was turned to scared How to heal from such a rift I do not have a clue But I do one step one breath one iota at a time © Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

My contribution to this week's #BornBattleReady ( #sacred ) & #BlueSkyArtShow ( #relax )

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from font to blessing from muse to scribe you do not simply inspire me a sacred act flows through me as i bind you in verse and oh how i yearn to do your grace justice and oh how i yearn to make your resplendent soul glow and oh how i yearn to make you feel thirsted for and oh how i yearn to make those lips and those eyes smile and even in the profanity of conjuring thoughts of you pale skin midnight lace sighs of contentment sighs of ecstasy i am still driven by a higher need i can't make anymore beautiful than you already are to any eyes but your own but oh how i yearn to make you art

#BornBattleReady

Nothing is sacred anymore,
everything is fair game
all my deepest pains
and secrets are yours
to torture and maim-
so use them to your
advantage!
win every battle!
but you will lose
this war-

#bornbattleready #poetry

My Scars Are Sacred …and my wounds are holy Image courtesy of Adobe Stock My scars are sacred and my wounds are holy carved deep within my skin I still carry them everywhere the proof of my survival we all have …

#BornBattleReady Link to poem on my website; text in first comment for those who prefer not to use the link:
annieb222.com/2025/10/04/m...

I build shrines from wild violets and from sea glass because for me sacred is sometimes just the way the light dances with leaves or gently caresses the dark corners long abandoned illuminating for mere seconds a fleeting beauty not all sacred things are clad in gold not all holy things are held in temples built of stone some are quiet just a name whispered between breaths when sorrow strikes like lightning © Ann Bagnall

#BornBattleReady

Some sacred things live between the pauses in the hush before dawn or in the tremble of a voice when everything is broken no scripture taught me this but that brief moment when I looked in the mirror and for once, I didn’t flinch the acceptance of my own breaking the choice to love again call it divine, call it grace call it the soul remembering itself for not all sacred things rise some simply endure without any explanation and that too, is holy © Ann Bagnall

#BornBattleReady

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autumn hearts
they hit the street
the chestnuts

#haiku #poetry #micropoetry
#storm #fantaiku #scifaiku #sff
#2wordprompt #scifaikusaturday
#haikusaturday #senryusunday
#dailyhaikuprompt #chestnut #fall
#inkmine #autumnal #autumn
#vssmagic #missile #street #tree
#leaf #leaves #hit #heart #love

When the global press becomes a tool for oppressive regimes, the truth is buried under a myriad of lies.
#2WordPrompt | Tool & Press
#Emoetry | Myriad

I propose
said weather
a dance

of course
with paper
in hand

I penned
out my heart
in the rain

#2WordPrompt

Preposterous to
Propose such a thing without
Paper proof, piffle.
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From the image: O'Toole paced intently in front of the window, deliberately and rhythmically snapping the elastic on his wrist. When he finally stopped, he turned to the window speakly softly "This ain't no paper promise. I want you to hunt them bastards down and get back what is mine. Those bags belong to me." "It will be done Uncle, you have my word", the young man spoke as he turned to leave.

How could something so simple go so wrong? Life is about to get complicated for a whole bunch of people.

-- Debatable Morality:
The Beginning

#2wordprompt
#promise & #paper
#Wipsnips
#hunt
#vss365
#elastic
#writingcommunity #5amwritersclub #amwriting
#writerscommunity
#writesky #Wip