#vss365 Give me your best #chaos All your mismatched colours Even your off-key melodies Add in your second-guesses Throw-in some near misses I promise I'll cherish every single one As part of growth Not as mistakes Never as crime

She will arrive in your dreams My auntie says About her sister, my mother And so she does, champagne glass in hand Smiling, but never talking Auntie says, just be happy to see her We're not ready, she whispers, for the answers #vss365

ever feeding the brewing #chaos a tempest in my heart tumultuous and savage the same turmoil soothes the scars on my soul #vss365 #poetry

In the attendant #chaos of the fracas with the world boss, several characters died, winked out of existence and soon came scurrying back, but Rory was smarter than that. He used Esme’s skills from a distance, providing aid and succour to those afflicted with stupidity to get too close. #vss365

#2WordPrompt Everytime the face #emerge from beyond the computer screen, Daly became more intrigued than scared. There is always a #risk to this. Daly could get sucked into this; anomaly. It could've been a vengeful ghost, or a technological glitch. It could be aliens contacting from outer space.

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#vss365 After thirty years, the #fruit of my labour blinked steadily. I looked up at the Ectogenesis chamber, in the middle of my makeshift lab. Wires and oxygen are still connected but the ECG monitor showed an independent heartbeat. It means, my experiment succeeded. It means...I'm in deep shit.

Sink your teeth into its flesh and enjoy nature's sweetest, juicy treat - but watch out for the pit! Your #vss365 #prompt for August 4, 2026 is #fruit Go on... Take a bite! 🍋🍇🍒🍌🍎

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#2WordPrompt The #buzz kept growing until the distant hum now became thunderous howl. The panic #outdoor was visible with crashing vehicles and mass hysteria. Not Mr Sven, though. He whistled away as he tended to his plants. We'll come to see, how he becomes our unlikely hero. He's hard of hearing.

we have our silly human debates over creation and such but among the tanned grasses the bursting thistle and the cream of Queen Anne’s Lace we can agree what summer is #vss365 #creation

Who do you envy? You asked me as if this question had a specific answer. But I tend to keep my irreconcilable answers to myself. #vss365 #tend

god(s) #tend us in dreams with visions not meant for light with love most won't feel #vss365 #prompt #poetry

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As it happened, the lantern from St Paul’s Cathedral had been tended by someone from the St Paul’s Watch. He was a volunteer fire‑watcher who guarded the building during bombings. Though it was unclear why he had left the lantern on the bridge he had seen the three young nurses take it away. #vss365

- nothing living flourishes by accident – love is water carried again and again, healing what drought seeks to steal. i tend to your roses while you’re away, pinching off dead blooms, listening for your key. - #poetry #vss365

#vss365 I don't know Why he jumped off The bridge Maybe at 13 He imagined He was Stronger than the river I saw his face From far away He seemed Not to have A care in the world Playing the drums Who will #tend His drums now? Who will wipe Their tears?

#vss365 There’s something odd About the moon, And yet We doth pretend… It’s just Night light for lovers And tides’ Accidental friend Tho way it keeps It’s face to us— As if our World It #tends… Might be message: Life’s more precious Than we dare Comprehend -dj

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My mother's after-work ritual was to #tend to every flower in the yard before she set foot in the house. We would watch her ramble, realigning her equilibrium before starting her next job: us. Hunger and impatience made us learn to cook. Very astute of her, I know now. #vss365

#vss365 #Tend #FreeVerse #Poetry #Micropoetry #JustWrite #WritingCommunity #BlueskyPoets planting a garden is to have hope tending a garden is to have love

Dealing with generals and admirals and the like was like dealing with children. Let them act up and do a lot of shouting and they seemed happy enough, for largely miserable people, but the did #tend to take offence at people disagreeing with them. Dylan disagreed a lot. Probably too much. #vss365

#vss365 Iridescent heart Beating inside a chromed ribcage Metallic liquid Pumping steadily Beneath the prattles Of an unending thought Focus #tend to shift to effervescent moments Occasionally... Warm Loving Cherished Though few and apart Keeps this ticker going When things go hard...

In one sense, this word conjures a gentle, nurturing touch. But it can also suggest an inclination that may or may not be desirable. Hmmm ...🤔 Your #vss365 #prompt for August 3, 2026 is #tend What's yours to tend? 🤲

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Sometimes @ night, he'll knock @ my door. Dad, he says, can we talk? No, I reply, we can't. Y? I'm ur son. Ur not real. Ur my #creation. I made u w/ words & imagination. Ur not even human. Ur...God, Idk wtf u r! If I bleed, will u believe I'm real? Open the door & I'll show u my blood. #vss365

#temptations are many - slivers of glimmering plot I slot together, try to glue but what I truly seek is the seed that will grow the tree that will become a door sometimes #creation is a workbench, sometimes it's not more than dirt and rain #vss365 #poetry

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Lily held up her #creation proudly as she skipped out of school. It was still glistening with glue & trailing glitter. Ex-Sup’t Carol stiffened. “Lovely! Let’s give it straight to Mummy.” “It’s for you, Gran!” Ian sniggered. “It’ll look great in Gramps’ shed,” Carol said. #vss365

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Sinking and burning, I cannot breathe. Lost, frightened, and alone as my mind recoils from that, that distant light. Too far to touch, too cold to take home. My dark disaster, I can taste it, so much fresh ash. The heart becomes crystal in my creation. I'm become pain and a lie. #2WordPrompt #vss365

What goes into the creation of a person? Identity pulls from all sorts of sources Influences act as guidelines, Templates upon which this individual Will rely to piece together a life We are free to choose and become Anyone we want to be And free to change our minds Anytime #vss365 #creation

Dawn, intertwining the sun's first rays with the moon's last aura, moves towards gloaming to reunite them again. Separation doesn't mean farewell when love is true. It #creates a promise to keep each other in their hearts until the next meeting. #vss365 #bionicanadian