Years pass, but the roses wait. I don’t touch them. I remember. Leaves fall, winter leans on the branches, the roots know my name. I keep words of vow, quiet, hidden, alive, even when the world forgets. #poetry #amwriting

It started again last night. A thought I’d buried came #creep back, soft as dust on shelves. I let it settle. No point fighting what won’t stay gone. Call it memory, call it rot. It doesn’t care what name you give it. #vss365 #creep

You were my anchor, my ground. Now I'm just noise without sound. I curse the sky, I curse the day that took you and walked away. Don't tell me to breathe or let go. You don't know the storm I hold. You left the hole I won't fill. I'm angry, raw, burning. #poetry #amwriting

Rain-slick streets. Glare puddles catch my cracked reflection, sharper than the lot past. They chatter, polished surfaces. I clock what clings underneath: sweat, desperation. Exposed underneath. Shadows pretending to be bodies. Some charge for the privilege. #FoxProse @FoxProse

They said death’s a #doorway. I just hope someone’s left it ajar. Would be bloody typical, turn up proper on time, knock once or twice, and have eternity not bother to answer. #vsstimetravel #doorway

I held the picture to burn and smiled at the way you looked at me in it. The flames didn’t care. Felt fragile for a bit. Some memories are better roasted than kept. @fairytalepoets #fairytalepoets

Home. #homesick

Warm coffee, blinds half-open. The sun dragged itself up like it hated the job. Dust drifted in the light. They call it a #heliacal rising. I call it daylight refusing to mind its own business. #vss365 #heliacal

I didn’t climb for glory. The light doesn’t ask for courage. It just burns. I climbed because I fell once, and I didn’t like the view from the ground. Less reason, more muscle. Flickering ascent, consented. That’s all I’ve got left to offer. #FoxProse @FoxProse

I sat waiting for the spin to stop, killing time and watching the dryers spin. She caught my eye. A sparkle of mischief, folding her socks wrong on purpose. I smiled back. She smiled like she knew I’d be back next Sunday, pretending I had laundry. #OurPoetryX @OurPoetryX

I close my eyes, you’re in the breeze, Moving soft between the trees. It surrounds, it pulls me close, With every echo, I miss most. Witching hours twisted, Shadows bend and chase, You left without a trace, And the wind still holds your face. #FoxProse @FoxProse

Wind tore through the alley. Rat’s shadow slipped past my feet. I felt it in my chest, cold fingers tightening. Yesterday’s note trembled on the desk. Even paper holds its breath in the face of #terror. Not me. I've seen it before, and I'm not impressed. #vss365 #amwriting

You’re still around somehow, a pebble in my shoe, a hair in the sink, half a sentence I forgot to cross out. We lived in greyscale, between what hurt and what still mattered. If anyone asks what we were, tell the truth: you didn’t take everything. #fairytalepoets #amwriting

Red dust sticks under my nails. The Moon pulses, winks. I am a #Martian here, laughing at shadows, chewing glass light. Streets fold into themselves. Unseen, unhinged, alive. Maybe mad, maybe dead, maybe the only sane one. #vss365 #martian

Her wants, patient as shadows. I watch them unfold, piece by piece, over mornings and quiet evenings. Wishes carry a weight I learn to hold. In time, they bend without breaking. I stay with them. #FoxProse @FoxProse #amwriting

She came out of the crowd like morning after rain. The walls behind her still wore ashen hues, faded paint, soft grays of everything. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to. The light found her face, and the waiting part of my life ended. #OurPoetryX #AshenHues @OurPoetryX

@digitalmo0nk 🖤 his touch left a mark, time faded, years slipped by, burns settled into ashes, but the mark remained, a quiet forever in her heart 🖤

She stood in the light like she owned it. I touched her once, the room caught fire. Years later, I still see her shadow in the flame. Nothing left to name, only heat where she stood. Some burns fade. Hers became a memory. #poetry #amwriting #poetrycommunity

She counts coins at the corner store, fingers sticky, nails chipped. A paper bag trembles in her grip, footsteps pass without pause. Streetlight catches a curl of hair, no one looks, though, I saw it. Breeze slides past her, quiet and #unseen. #vss365 #unseen

Not yet #aligned. Lots of it clicked. My coffee, my chair, the morning light. Then the phone rang. Bills, emails, the world’s usual nonsense. As expected, life only aligns to remind you how perfectly unprepared you really are. #vsstimetravel #align

I walked through the subway’s dark tunnel. Graffiti crawled across the walls. Names, hearts, threats, promises once meant something. The air smelled of damp concrete and stale time. I smirk. Some people think they leave marks on the world. #OurPoetryX #darktunnel @OurPoetryX