| # | Tweet | Community | Topic | Views ▼ | Ratio | Engagement | Posted |
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| 1 | [image] #vss365
We fear darkness,
and the clatter
of jagged teeth.
No monster
under the bed,
the closet is
empty.
You were born
in the belly
of the beast.
Scream.
#unabashed
We're screaming, too.
#horrorprompt | Poetry Community | — | 2.3K | 1.5x | 64 | Jul 13 |
| 2 | [text] When I was a boy
I chased a rainbow.
During the war
I wandered the desert.
On my deathbed
I saw the future.
I smiled,
crawling into the mirage.
#horrorprompt #mirage | Litterateur and poetry | — | 1.3K | 0.9x | 25 | Jul 18 |
| 3 | [image] #vss365 #patient
Are you patient?
Can you sit alone,
every nerve ending anticipating
touch?
Have you watched others eat
until every bite was gone
while your stomach
growled?
Have you paced the floor,
holding back tears,
felt the adrenaline rush
hoping the medicine took | Poetry Community | — | 1.3K | 0.8x | 37 | Jul 15 |
| 4 | [image] #vss365
Margaret tossed the broken
crucifix into the trash bin.
She pushed past her sister
took a seat at the table.
She didn't want him to ask her.
Tried not to say yes.
But, they danced.
He held her in his arms.
Careful as a new mother
holding a baby.
He swayed with her | Poetry Community | — | 404 | 0.3x | 42 | Jul 28 |
| 5 | [image] #vss365 #summit
I watched him step by step
all the way to the summit.
He looked around, dropped
his head with a sigh.
He sat looking down,
drinking his coffee. | Poetry Community | — | 319 | 0.2x | 38 | Jul 27 |
| 6 | [text] #vss365
She never said my name,
not like everyone else.
She never said many things
like anyone else,
really.
There was a #cadence to it.
It wasn't musical.
It was
hers. | Poetry Community | — | 251 | 0.2x | 37 | Jul 26 |
| 7 | [image] #vss365 #horrorprompt
She asked if I wanted to watch #shadows dance.
I leaned back in my chair as if I had options to consider.
We went to a hotel where the windows seemed larger
than the walls. She stuffed my hands with pennies and
told me to slide them between the door and | Poetry Community | — | 247 | 0.2x | 15 | Aug 5 |
| 8 | [image] #Vss365
My Amanda,
I planted Marigolds this summer.
Some orange, though I did try to get only yellow ones.
Water drops bead the petals, just like the ones in your paintings.
I painted the hallway dark pewter. Oh, and I found
the jar of buttons. You were right I had moved them | Poetry Community | — | 204 | 0.1x | 20 | Sep 4 |
| 9 | [image] #vss365
You paced the floor
I managed to stay in my chair.
You had a lot to say
as you wore down the carpet.
When the car arrived I swallowed
the last bit of Gin in the bottle.
You dropped my suitcase and spilled
a few of your things. Felt wrong to
offer to help.
Felt wrong | Poetry Community | — | 200 | 0.1x | 18 | Jul 31 |
| 10 | [image] #vss365
John carried an umbrella
in case it got #stormy.
John kept a worry stone in his pocket
for when he had a lot on his mind.
John laughed
when he was scared.
John took a deep breath and faked a sneeze
when he was about to cry.
John kept a stress ball.
It was worn and | Poetry Community | — | 195 | 0.1x | 15 | Sep 21 |
| 11 | [image] #horrorprompt
Escape is just a kiss away.
Let me wrap myself into you.
Exist here with me, only with me.
Escape is just a pinch away.
Take a deep breath, hold it for me.
Just a pinch.
#escape | Poetry Community | — | 143 | 0.1x | 16 | Aug 7 |
| 12 | [image] #vss365
Jennifer moved to Alaska when she turned twenty-five.
Her humble little home was secluded enough to feel
lonely even though she could see town from her kitchen window.
William finally came to visit while on a short leave.
Outside the house was just as white as the snow | Poetry Community | — | 141 | 0.1x | 15 | Sep 15 |
| 13 | [text] #vss365
We submit to you our deeds.
We #toil for nothing most days.
We submit to you our ideas.
We create to the point of saturation.
We submit to you our dreams.
We watch the simple become unobtainable.
We submit to you our hope.
We stand at hell's gate, eager to learn our | Poetry Community | — | 134 | 0.1x | 18 | Aug 10 |
| 14 | [image] #vss365
Jim opened the door and was met with the scent of
Vanilla Gold pipe tobacco. He took a deep breath and looked around the room.
Holly followed him further inside, with the sleeve of her blouse pressed against her nose.
Jim traced a line through the dust on the table. | Poetry Community | — | 89 | 0.1x | 13 | Sep 30 |
| 15 | [image] Ted stood staring at the mirror.
He stopped admiring his new suit and haircut
a good five minutes ago.
Ted isn't searching for a stay hair, or bit of lint.
Ted, is frozen.
He still sees everything that's there in the mirror.
Still sees everything that isn't.
A #mélange of the | Poetry Community | — | 35 | 0.0x | 12 | Sep 10 |