Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed ~ Mary Oliver

There’s an ocean in me begging to drown the distance between us.

Good night, moon, good night, stars A girl with a heart full of love, whispering secrets in the dark #mywords

Let your tide crash against my shore, I crave the erosion.

you found me storm scented and half feral with clouds tangled through my heart

swimmer the poet has a disorder. he mistakes attention for reciprocity. give him a sharp mind, a locked door, a woman who says just enough, and he'll spend months learning the shape of the key. he calls it connection. the dopamine calls it pursuit. so he writes. he listens. he remembers. he sends the text. he carries the weight. and if one day he decides not to, nothing happens. no message. no question. no hand reaching back. just quiet. not because she owes him. because somewhere he confused being wanted with being met. that's the trick. his devotion never fades. the hyperfocus never brakes. it was the symmetry that never existed. he kept crossing oceans for someone whose feet never left shore.

The rarest intimacy is being seen without having to explain

Sometimes the greatest act of courage is allowing your old self to die so that you can embrace the uncertainty of change and the ups and downs of self discovery.🩸🥀

When the moon rises over the sea magic is revealed #10wordspoet @10wordspoet

Remember: You possess the power to choose your thoughts and direct your focus ✨

dancing alone in the crowd where the velvet grin becomes us an open road moving among the performative we become the ghost at the apex of geometric precision forced to watch our past with surgical remission dissolving into dust a collection of memories as parallel tracks refract

I never called it a #gift while it was happening. I noticed the weight of a coffee cup. The particular silence after rain. The way you laughed before the joke landed. I never used the word gift, ever since. I knew what it was. #vss365

You are my favorite ghost — the one I chase through every lifetime.

she missed
the small moments where they sometimes
met in the margins,
ink on the edge of their pages so she’ll leave the little door
to the book unlatched…

#vss365 My lipstick on your face your unbuttoned words on my breath Tangled in whims, blown in on beguiling winds The #gift of open eyes at the start of a kiss And when did my pulse first stammer your name? When did my silence first answer to your fingertips as they weave small truths in my hair? The gift of closed eyes at the end of a kiss

Some say it’s a gift… Empathy is a dual-edged sword. To feel the suffering of others can inflict a deep emotional wound. Then again, to feel pain from another’s perspective allows you to be fully present in the moment, and perhaps bring comfort to someone who is hurting. #vss365 #soulwords

Chasing a horizon of dreams On the edge of the night, Guided by the stars Across every universe, A lifetime of wishes made to come true Where nature calls me back to you #Bionicanadian #WriteMap #Amatory

Life is a #gift that is bestowed upon us, A blessing between beginning and end. Enjoy the gift till it lasts. #vss365

RT @revsodhi: The golden chalice,veiled in sacred dust, its rim inwoven with gilded trust. It holds a potion, ancient and bright, blesse…

Take two🤨 Greetings all! TUESDAY, it will be my (somewhat terrifying) honor to try to fill the metaphorical size 15EE's of Paul Negri as your #vss365 host for June 16 through June 30. I'll drop the prompts at 08:30 EDT/13:30 GMT.