JC

@juniperchollop.bsky.social

Writer of Poetry. "My father warned me about men and booze, but he never said anything about women and cocaine." -- Tallulah Bankhead https://www.wattpad.com/user/JuniperChollop

Memories are dreams They cling to the same thing; The same bell, They do ring The same sting In the bitterness Of terrible things The same joy Love always Gets to spring Memories and Dreams Swim, Near synchronicity Secret ovulation Is necessary At the end They become the Same thing #vss365 #cling

They all float for a moment before they sink. I used to worry they would never be pulled under, But gravity always seemed to win without much effort. I like watching the mud cling to them and consume them, The way it slowly pulls them under and fills in the gaps. Even it forgets about them. #poetry

her cheeks swollen with roses that have waited a lifetime to bloom the thorns pressed against her soul consoling her I too am a garden growing in silence tending the small forgotten things watering the wildflowers that no one cares to name #vss365 #garden #Poetry 🎨Waterhouse (alt)

Oil on canvas by John William Waterhouse (1849–1917). A red-haired woman in a blue dress stands beneath trees, holding a bouquet of wildflowers.

Everything She said Less stated Than implied He listened With good ear Away Not wanting To be too Complicit Wandering The ruins Of a bookstore Where they First met Looking for Good titles To steal Security drones In the distance Their buzzing Always a nuisance #poetry #sci-fi #dystopian

Who among us hasn’t dreamt of slowly descending down a stone spiral staircase with a torch in hand and discovering a hidden candlelit library filled with thousands of centuries-old novels and being welcomed by a friendly-yet-misunderstood library ghost?