Carson Russ

Twilight
coaxes
Day's secrets
for a taste
of Night
surrendering
a #kiss to
Dawn.

#vss365

it was #dark
in the beginning
I was a spark
on the way
to being
it is dark still
and I remember
I am a spark

#vss365

They all run the race...

Lover astride Devotion,
So hopeful

Seeker running
on Risk’s uneven legs…

Rhythm carries the Bard,
Artist rides Creation.

The #Libertine with Pulse
Guardian knows
Duty'll never finish.

All chasing the finish line.
The win is meaning,
but meaning keeps moving…
#vss365

Wind poetry
around
this life

It is the
only
#elastic
left

that can stretch…
that can hold…
and tremble
without breaking
#vss365

There are games
I won’t play...
battles of will
lines drawn in sand

The hollow victory
is theirs

My #power
Leave the beach

#vss365

I wonder
if my choice
ever had a #chance...
or if chance
ever gave me
a choice.

#vss365

Leave Me Alone

A complicated #article written between the lines.

Footnote: Love me

#vss365

I would never
run
from the #past.

It had its
chance
to break me.

Now…

it should run
from me.

#vss365

#Glee

we do not trust delight
equating it perhaps
with selfishness

or maybe
see it as fleeting
and abandoning us to despair

yet it is the very
oxygen of soul

and the heart dies slowly
in its absence

#BlueSkyPoetry

the sun
and moon
spin...
light,
shadows,
collectable moments.
stained
or #jovial.

#vss365

When thunder strikes
Does the darkness
Become #jovial
Shimmering in delight
To a spine chilling awakening
Demons cracking a smile or two
Something they know
Perhaps we don’t
It rains in riddles
Hiding stars in plain sight
Fauna & flora
Daren’t make a sound

#vss365

In a #sentient moment
some part of me
knew you...
unexplainable,
yet so certain.

It’s how I knew
you had forgotten
me.

#vss365

I could talk about thoughts forever.
I could probably listen about as long.
There’s worthy adventure
in thoughts.

🙂👏

The distress signal led Dylan to a distant moon around a #malformed planet at the very edge of the system.

A ship, obviously, broken, destroyed. Little left of it or the pilot. The other ship, the Enemy ship? That interested Dylan.

Except as soon as he neared it, the ship blew up.

#vss365

Tiny
little
glimmers
of hope
set my soul
on fire.

But
I do not
fear
the death
of flames.

I am
Malformed
by grit
and defiance.

I’ll write my wishes
with
the ashes.

#vss365

She was
a bouquet
of vibes

Unwrapping
the tradition
of fitting in

And rolling
until
she #reeked
of freedom

#vss365

aged books #reek of dust
yet each pale word still whispers
no thoughts can vanish
somewhere in our deep archives
ideas wait to be reborn

#vss365 #tanka #micropoetry

🙂 Thank you

I always smelled sea salt on the winds of hurricanes. Like a warning.
It never belonged so far from the ocean. But I did.
I ran far and high to a mountain.

Now, if I catch a whiff of sea salt, I know you’re keeping #vigil close by…
Now it smells like… you kept your promise.

#vss365

"Tell the story. Write the song. Let the poem out," she said.
"I couldn't. I can't," they whispered.
She took a deep breath, "But only you can."
Then plucked a feather from her #wing and handed them a quill.
They called her Muse.
#vss365

The heat of your sun felt so good on my #wings

& like Icarus, I fell hard into oceans where sea monsters sing

The past through your eyes shows dreams burst at the seams

& primal attraction casts a familiar gleam

Reminding me nothing was as it seems

I wonder if love can be redeemed

#vss365

A weary chuckle
What else can I do but #laugh
As my heart shatters
#haiku #vss365

I have a voice

I used it once
and was told
only speak when spoken to

I used it again
and was told
to shut up

I used it again
and was gaslit
into thinking I never spoke

I used it again
and was praised
for my bravery

I used it again
and again
until they finally listened

#poetry #ihaveavoice

#vss365

They were a trope in the fantasy genre, especially in RPG’s, you could say, and Rory faced one now. A giant #spider.

This encounter was a little different, however, as the spider was offering a quest. A bunch of her horrifying, wee, little babies were lost and she needed help finding them.

#vss365

I’m the alphabet
Unarranged

Tangled letters
Far removed from their destiny

Weary of #rules

Barely aware they could make a sound

And certain…

when the sin against silence rings

It will be your name

#vss365

She carried a distinct #hamartia mark. It was just under her chin. She never learned to #heel.

#vss365

move one word forward
or pull one back
#susurrus implications
grow feet
standing in meaning
devastating confusion
No and More
misunderstood...
no longer

#vss365

There is no map
To find you
No compass
To point the way

No instructions
To soothe this ache
No directions
To fill such emptiness

There is no #slash mark
Where connection used to be
There is no wound
When a bond rips

There is no calendar
I can look at
No date
Declaring this is who I am now #vss365