Jack

@jack-inthewild.bsky.social

amateur wordsmith | bourbon aficionado | hopeful romantic | unlikely poet | cabinporn enthusiast | dockside daydreamer | wannabe runner | chasing midnights Mine: https://bsky.app/profile/jack-inthewild.bsky.social/feed/aaabjff5cpahq

Moonlight scrapes a late-autumn sky A last leaf clings to life On barren branches reaching To where love once soared Along a summer wind. Now the season's dying day Leaves an empty, broken heart Yet in this winter's finality A seed of hope foreshadows An unwritten chapter ahead. #poetry

It was the fourth straight morning he walked in at 7 a.m., but today, he smiled. She quickly lifted her coffee, unsuccessfully trying to hide the blush that rose. Before her mug was back in its #saucer, he was seated in front of her, with a smirk and mischief in his eyes. #vss365

Bild

Twilight, through a thick, impenetrable fog. We wander, near and far, chasing what refuses to unhide. Tendrils of mist curl out, teasing and tempting with each new step. Take my grip. Firm. And succumb to this midnight fate. Our lust, refusing to surrender, to the delicious taste of our dreams.

it's a losing prospect writing these things in vain attempts to find #someone new wedged in the kerning but the words don't lie they echo the same arguments expose the same flaws fall on the same deaf eyes it's not poetry i don't know what it is only that the words burn a hole in my silence #vss365

ankle deep each swelling #spring like shackles or nooses every step sinks further his ripples affecting less & less around him no one asks a drowning man for thoughts on the water no one dives to his feet to set him floating free —each maw slowly salivates for a taste of his deepening agony #vss365