writers + poets

[image] The hawk makes no complaint of wind nor oak of winter's hardest cast; #chaos never asked to win, it only asks what shape will last. Let the loudest heavens break, let lost kingdoms drift apart; the deepest roots are those that take their measure from the hidden heart. #vss365

[image] A #pillow keeps the shape of you, though you've been gone a while by now; I turn it over, start anew, still don't know exactly how. Some nights the softness feels like grace, or just a stone I learned to keep; either way I find my place and let it hold me while I sleep. #vss365

[image] She had the look of someone who'd been on this train before, on other trains, in other lives. Doesn't wait to arrive. Only moving, the way some do when stillness is no longer an option. Wrapped in eternity, she has mistaken motion for distance. #Amatory @Amatoryq

[image] Their feet in footsie, their coffee breaths mingled, the air smelled of love, impassioned, a tender lovemaking; The #momentum took a pace, and a pause followed, breaths agitated, now rested, they loved in fractions but it felt like poetry. #vss365

[image] I preferred the dark. It concealed unfinished things. At #dawn, every omission returned: the unanswered letter, the unpainted wall, the empty chair. Night forgives. Dawn keeps records. #vss365

[image] The wind that lifts the lark to flight has touched no shore it cannot leave, and carries every fading light to somewhere mortal eyes conceive. I do not fear the boundless blue, nor mourn the self I leave behind, for every soul that time renews was never bound by mortal mind.

[image] I began keeping two cups of tea on the table. One was for me; the other was for the man I used to be. Tonight, he arrived early. We sat, each waiting for the other to admit who had stayed on the edge of sanity. #bionicanadian @bionicanadian

[image] Who knows your secrets? No one, I used to think. Then I watched a stranger read my face before I spoke. Secrets leak. Into habits. Into posture. Into the words we avoid. By the time they reach language, they have usually been visible for years. #FoxProse @FoxProse

[text] ☕ 12時型・3行のつぶやき 愛しい足音は　もう響かない スパイスの効いた思い出に 泣いて　笑う ⸻ Your lovely footsteps no longer echo. Spiced with memories, I cry… and smile. Three-Line Whisper from Japan

[image] take me where the sea keeps no records where names dissolve and burdens unlearn their weight let me drift until freedom feels less like escape and more like mother #uropoet #vss365 #mother #Amatory 📸 @Amatoryq

[image] twisted moments turning nearness into almost again and again the fiend won #vss365 #uropoet #fiend 📸 from X

[image] The door at the end of the hall had no handle. It had never needed one. She stood before it every night, the same distance, the same dark. The #pull was constant. She was not. #vss365

[image] I climbed to reach the sky's own throne, found the air too thin to hold; what rose in flesh, #ascends as bone and dies before the tale is told. No hand recorded what was lost, no witness marked the rise; the summit only knows the cost and keeps it silent from the skies. #vss365

[image] No one noticed the second time I died. There was no funeral, no flowers, no final words. I simply became someone they had never known, and they never thought to ask what happened to me. I don't know if I grew into someone better. I only know I love who I became.

[image] When I sit with you tomorrow, years folded behind us, let us smile into old talk of love. Let it be gentle, an #elixir sipped slow, thirst for it turning the clock back. A simplified complexity, a reunion still wondrous, a heartbeat catching its breath. #vss365 #foxprose

[image] Their divine prism splits the white of truth into what it conceals- colours bleed from single light, nothing whole survives the seals. I stood where the prism bends God's word to seven wounds- what enters whole the prism rends, truth comes in broken tunes. #FoxProse @FoxProse

[image] Defying inhibition, giving in to #temptation, she whispers, “mine.” He, who co-authors her love story, her forever written in one word— fluent in love, silence his only language. #foxprose #vss365

[image] The #sponge grew warm beneath my hand, though nothing lived inside; it drank the water from the bath and something else beside. I wrung it out above the drain, and watched my pulse run thin; the water swirled a shade too red for anything I'd put in. #vss365

[image] we practised restraint our hearts never did they remained florid #vss365 #uropoet #florid 📸 from X

[image] S kin answering skin I lose language near you G aze heavy with want N erves lit under touch A rch of your throat undoing me L ips teaching me patience… #vss365 #acrostic #signal #uropoet ♥️ 📷 from X

[image] “I am waiting at the airport, where are you?” A voice note.After ten unanswered calls. Still nothing. She dialed again.Texted again. The silence answered first. “When did my own love become the #villain in my story? Is this destiny, or did my heart simply fail me?” #vss365

[image] I find my dreams coming alive, in words I pen, I see my love taking a shape in verses I put in ink, I #sanguinely shape my muses with imagery I have, I am not a poet, or an artist, I am a curator of moments, of love, and emotions, for museum of life. #vss365

[image] never mine yet i clench it knowing even this moment is borrowed #vss365 #uropoet #clench

[image] Overcast today. Not raining, not clearing. Just that in-between feeling you can't really explain. #overcast #vss365

[text] ☕ 12時型・3行のつぶやき 見た目ばかりを追いかけて あなたの優しさを見失った 私、何してたんだろう ⸻ I was so caught up in appearances that I lost sight of your kindness. What was I thinking? Three-Line Whisper from Japan

[image] She didn't break it. Stone doesn't break that easily. It endures, indifferent, through all that softens saves. Fallen upon a heart of stone is to learn that cruelty doesn't require intent. The mountain never noticed. That was the worst of it. #fairytalepoets @fairytalepoets

[image] Nobody warned me a titan awakening looks like this: an old man on a porch, joints stiff as iron, staring at hands too tired to make a fist anymore. He used to hold up the sky. Now he just holds his coffee. I hold mine. #bionicanadian @bionicanadian

[image] Once I mistook the world's smile for kindness. I called it #naïveté, wore it like a christening gown. The years stripped the lace away, thread by thread. They left me bare before the same faces that had smiled at my blindness all along. #vss365

[text] Streets run red, cities crumbled to bone, an era of war carves its name in stone. Somewhere not far, a #dove lifts its voice, speaks of peace, of love. Both worlds live not across distant land, but within us. Choose wisely. #vss365

[image] I read the #grain of the wood the way my father taught me. Press here, it gives. Press there, it holds. I never learned to read people the same way, and they never forgave me for it. #vss365

[image] I searched his eyes for continents, read his silence like scripture, promised him galaxies, commissioned the universe, and still went bankrupt at “almost.” I held my breath, #reconnoitered on one knee, hesitantly, waited for a yes, but that never learned the word. #vss365

[image] I keep starting sentences I don't finish, afraid of how it sounds once it's actually out there, said and done. I click the pen four times before every word, put it down, pick it up again, like the next sentence might cost me dearly. Yet I'm seen as one afraid of his own shadow.

[image] Let’s draw this chapter out, paint us in hues of togetherness, #arrive at love.” “Why announce us? Let us just be & become.” “Love wants assurance let’s make us immortal, make us forever.” “Then let this end, & let us live forever in our incomplete love.” #foxprose #vss365

[image] Deft, unblinking, #adroit, and tactful, she walked past the lustful eyes. She wanted love, they wanted her. She sought surrender, they, submission. #vss365

[image] some things remain unsaid some remain desired the gift is not life it is love #gift #uropoet #vss365

[image] there was no need to explain our hearts we trusted what remained unsaid tenderly time passed us until words dissolved love grew quiet between us and yet we knew #vss365 #nonet #tenderly #uropoet 📸 from X

[image] He left, I stayed on, he was the breeze that wrapped around me on hot summer evenings, monsoon's tender drizzle, autumn's barren day. Now his letters are #palimpsests, making room for ink not yet written. #vss365

[image] a long dream beneath the beats shadows shift under my hand, trickery slow exhales draw us near a touch to remember, a kiss to forget 💋 #vss365 #uropoet #love #trickery #Amatory 📷 Muhammed Salah

[image] give the deck another shuffle wake in the morning with dreams still aflutter a spine may bend but remains the center taste the moments no defeat, no surrender. 🖤 #ωнιѕρєяѕ #FoxProse #FromOneLine Line 407 #Amatory

[image] as i pulled back golden light lingered you embraced my shadows and what i thought was falling became our ascent #vss365 #ascend #vssromance #FoxProse #Amatory #uropoet 📸 from X

[image] The scale won't care which way it tips, it holds what's weighed and nothing more, no virtue in the middle sits, just weight, and what you're #balanced for. #vss365

[image] it began with warmth and light we didn’t fall in love we descended into it every feeling another turn down the rabbit hole love was the only place i never wanted to escape #descend #uropoet #vss365

[image] the urge to disappear into a crowd where no one needs me no one searches no one notices an existence without anchor still somehow breathing #urge #uropoet #vss365

[image] the river kept frolicking until our reflections became one #frolic #vss365 #uropoet

[image] #Grain of wood, peeled varnish, a story of time told without words. How things aged. How they passed through fire to become what they are. The smiles had wrinkles. So did the tears. Cheeks hollowed, eras erased, catastrophe charged through &left nothing as it was. #vss365

[image] Warring thoughts carve paths swallowing routes back to love: #mediate your mind. #haiku #vss365

[image] That was the year when words were at rest, angst still young and love a far horizon; He knocked on my door with a gentle smile, a sigh, and his poems returned my words to me. Now he is gone. I hold the #remnant of his voice in my verses, they touch souls, but not his. #vss365

[image] A season of love, an #esoteric tale of binding and letting go, a spring and autumn in the same breath… #vss365

[image] Silver #cord, unnamed. She, breeze: gentle, tender. He, cerulean cloud: swaying where she moved. Not lovers, never that word, but forever, waiting on the other side of naming. Beyond tags. Beyond tongues. #vss365

[image] A string of clouds drifted through unnamed sky, lengthening the chain, blessing the tribe. They #frolicked, they turned to festival, rain becoming ritual. There, under a sky that owns no gender, love found its rite: a first kiss, unwitnessed, whole. #vss365