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PhD Psychiatrist 🩺 #Empath #Artist My writing process for Poetry and short stories explores a hypothetical mind. My DMs are on lockdown. 🔐❌ Don’t even try🥊
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~ My writing takes me to non-existent places, knocking on your door, slipping into your ink. Writing kisses you, brushes your eyes with the silence of a text about to be born. Writing draws you to my lips, places you between my lines, lets you travel inside me Writing is… touching you ~ 𝓩𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓪𝓫

Planetary imaginations lines Jade creatures ominous faces Lost in hooded darkness As moist, hardened sheens Dulled by brilliant clouds Enhance spinning legends Nature's beautiful tilts Pacific Ocean's Trails 🌊 💙 💚 🌿

Swollen tides, healing tides Along dripping currents Clouds scattered ceilings Dripping with hooves Washing artistic curves Watching salted passages Pacific Ocean's Trails 🌊💙💚🌿

Beautiful bright color of the sun bursting through a pine tree leaving a shadow in its wake Minnesota #photography #photographer #sun #shadow #minnesota

Rory wanted a new mount for Kluhm as he had only given her the same horse as Pithea and never got around to it. Not a #thoroughbred horse, no. Not for his sorcerer. He needed something a little more magical. Something that stood out. A hippogriff, perhaps, or … a Spirit Elk! That’d work. #vss365

Dylan could only watch in awe as that beautiful, sleek bird soared through space, jinking and weaving around as though the actions were nothing. If Magpie was a workhorse, if a beautiful one (to him), then that ship was a #thoroughbred. An incredible piece of engineering and design. #vss365

between the shadows of lost wishes, the stars cry light tenderly stirring the angel moon to whisper to life as they twinkle over the window of its heart repenting the dark with the pure lullaby of their shine until it unfolds a prayer with the blush of its elegant beam of a dream

~ My writing takes me to non-existent places, knocking on your door, slipping into your ink. Writing kisses you, brushes your eyes with the silence of a text about to be born. Writing draws you to my lips, places you between my lines, lets you travel inside me Writing is… touching you ~ 𝓩𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓪𝓫

torch ~ i bristle at the word thoroughbred his endearment or something for him to ride i see the stoplight but wait til the last second to pull the rein on him jolting us both i stir his need his touch a tangible heat but all i want to do is burn this bridge ~ #vss365 #vssdaily #vsspoem #2wordprompt

wrapped in the light of our kiss, I feel heaven slip in its testimony as paradise melts the world around us into a pure chorus of radiant angels blushing the opening clouds of praying wings to halo the tender infiniteness of our embrace as eternity abounds abundant in its reign of endless blessing

Beautiful sun and clouds in Minnesota #photography #photograph #clouds #sunset #minnesota

~ He, a thoroughbred, his stars perfumed my hair. I mounted swiftly, riding to his lips there, I died I have a written love, touched by the cosmos, versed from above, set on fire below, tender at the center—him With him, I resolve my breath in captivity—lost and found, dying, only to live again

mining some ink? spill it #prompts Feb 21, 2025 Weekend #Prompt - COMFY (any form of the word) sixword~tenword~tanka~haiku post with the hashtag: #inkMine

“Mum mum!” “Wot now luv?” “Nan’s wearing grandads old gas mask from the army. Coz uncle Terry’s coming to visit.” “You what luv?” “Yeah, she says “he’ll be releasing deadly poisonous gas, the old #fart.”” “Oh Lordy Lordy.” #vss365

The moon looked as though it gave out a long, explosive, irregular #fart and it caused disruption in the area, with ships dawdling toward it before making a desperate run to get past. Why someone would build an outpost near that, Dylan couldn’t imagine. Precious resources or something? #vss365

Shroud me in a dream So when thieves return They see not my weeping heart Nor my heavy gaze or wintered hopes. Veil me in this #petulant hush of night, Where I bury regrets in whispers and tears in silvered streams. I am but a drifting speck of light, chasing the morning. #vss365 #poem 📷 Pixabay

~ I embrace you with the voice of the sea, If you would hold me, dancing endlessly Let me stay silent for your blood’s sweet art, making soft music deep in your heart. Lightning and thirst, a telepathic spark A comfy "I love you" and maybe a fart, Breathing your soul as my melody’s mark

~ If I speak the deepest words with my eyes closed, would you answer without being asked? Your hands in my hair, the sun on the sea in my mind. I write love inside you while your touch makes music in my veins Petulance burns, but in you, I find rest—fire pouring into my lines ~ 𝓩𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓪𝓫

3 angels MitchellP. #art

In the glimmer of silence where I rest, I hear you calling upon love resurrecting my stars to ask my moon to rise one more time from the dark into the light of a dream and slowly from where it lays hidden, the smile of a lullaby begins as a kiss unfurls the wishing crescent of its blush. -J.Wool

Are you ready for Christmas? Have you baked your cakes? ✨🎄🦌

Knock, knock, knock. I'm at the door. And I promise to be amazing. Your new year. #NewYear2025

Steep cliffs deep imaginations Rocky artistic moist edges Accelerating growths intense Wishes penetranting histories Of springs fertile splashes As birds search for bees In bottoms, rising depths Touching new stars Pacific Ocean's Trails 🌊 💙 💚 🌿

In an act of #petulance, the captain of the opposing forces readied to kill the captives that he had initially used for ransom. His forces were returning to their ships in defeat, thanks to some help from Rory. One task remained & Rory had to confront the man before he did the unthinkable. #vss365

~ If I speak the deepest words with my eyes closed, would you answer without being asked? Your hands in my hair, the sun on the sea in my mind. I write love inside you while your touch makes music in my veins Petulance burns, but in you, I find rest—fire pouring into my lines ~ 𝓩𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓪𝓫

Let the winds of #petulance strike My rage is dire Unless a box of chocolates Is handed to me prompto My inner child screams That is all I will say A storm is brewing I warn ye #vss365

a sunset of roses calls the dawn of twilight in a rain of sleepy butterflies summoning lavender wishes in the hush of the blushing waters of star-crossed dreaming as a pearl moon opens in the glowing hands of the dark casting a halo around my drifting sun as the night becomes the cloud I sleep upon

let the stars worship the memory of the moonlight we shared as the dreams cry for the lost of the night that darkened without the light of our burning hearts -J.Wool,Memory of Moonlight #poetry #shortpoetry #writings 📷 from Pinterest

The merchant had skimped on the number of items he sold Dylan and had upped the price, too. But those items weren’t for Dylan. They were for a colony, desperate for the relief. It was #petulant of Dylan, but the merchant would soon get a visit from station security. Contraband in his shop. #vss365

~ There are letters that, unspoken, burn with fire, Infinite, they pulse between my sighs. I write you naked in the hush of night each word a whisper trembling on my skin Your touch—beyond compare a fleeting flame, Your silence lingers, petulant untamed, So deep I kiss you— no words, no name

All-seeing eye All-knowing heart Earth deep Falling without Reasonable Knowledge Of where to land Pure light From spirits blessed One precious moment Pleaded Magic as seen But In truth A soul bartered For one last Hug From That one person Who meant The universe To you And Only you

- oh, to wake entwined, drenched in dawn’s dew, wrapped in white heat. windows wide, a breath of breeze, Carmina Burana rising - we let go, lost in the swell, bodies unbridled, bound to the beat. - #vss365 #poetry #poetrysky #read

- new #poetry 🥂 - #poetrysky #authorsky #vss365 #writingcommunity #read

Dylan had waited a long time to really hit Magpie’s peak performance. To #unbridle those engines enhanced beyond acceptable norms. He couldn't do it often because they would need repairs soon after, but he did now. He couldn’t let that fellow salvaged get away, not with that bounty. #vss365

Cloud's light footed coyote's Chasing waves ripples As ocean slips into openings Glances off intense rocks Hard centers, threw peeks Feathered perches Into sanded mirrors Pacific Ocean's Trails 🌊 💙 💚 🌿

Against all odds, Amazon let me cancel my contract early with them. Unfortunately, this means my book is no longer on KU. Fortunately, this means I can work towards getting it on platforms like Kobo earlier than anticipated! Will keep everyone updated! ❤️📚 #booksky #Kobo #Kindle