Not everything that bites has teeth. Unfortunately.

Not everything that bites has teeth. Unfortunately.
I've been reading off
the list of my deaths,
watching their worlds
close out
one by one,
and
I let them
fall away.
Though I knew
I'd been whittled down
to nothing,
a portal to infinity
opened,
then
it swallowed me
inside.
♾️
I’ve got bright
white beams
bursting out
of both eyes,
and I
am gagging
on a dark, dense
cloud
forcing itself
inside me—
to be
translated and
transmuted.
Thank you @emteepoetry.bsky.social for this week's #PromptCombo #Winged. I've been pulled away for some weeks but delighted to be back reading.
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Do not ask the sea
why it longs for the land
or why the deep waters
reach out for the sand
every drifting soul seeks
a harbour to call home.
October moved me to a second one for #PoemsAbout #rot
Grateful to @alanparrywriter.co.uk & @thebrokenspine.co.uk for keeping us posting.
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Getting in the mood for #Halloween ! #Poem #poetry #horror #spiders #vss365 #writing #mywriting #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoet
Soft,
we’re standing
by the lantern light.
Every key
now in my hands.
The path is just
terrain,
unmapped—
constellations
overhead.
Happy Friday #PoemsAbout folks. This is mine for #rot
Thank you @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk
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As a kid, I thought adults had everything figured out.
Now I get excited when the store has my favorite bread, I have no idea what I’m doing half the time, and I’m pretty sure everyone else is winging it too.
Here’s some poems. 💙💙💙
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Heaven and Hell collided,
and in the fracture
we were born.
Alien consciousness
caught between bone and star.
In the flames, we are purified—
and then bastardized
into existence.
becoming
something else
entirely,
somehow still
only animal.
“Don’t make me easier
to remember
than I was to know.
Leave the contradictions in.”
-When I Die
I don’t want to be remembered as perfect, I was to be remembered accurately.
#Poetry #Poem #PoetryCommunity #BlueskyPoetry #SkyPoet #PoetsOnBluesky calling nature poets!
are we born twice?
where do we go?
the drops that rise
to peak and fall
back to the sea
ripples to waves
the fish that ride
the #distantwake
You can apologize
with shame in your voice,
or you can apologize
by holding yourself
accountable
in a fair
and measured way.
Be careful which reality,
which story,
you’re both agreeing
to build back from.