My son's English teacher told her class that reading novels is a waste of time and only for people who can't handle deep thinking about real issues. WTAF? Honestly WTAF?
😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳
You ignore me
I love you
You scream at me
I love you
You lash out at me
I love you
You insult me
I love you
You mock me
I love you
You curse at me
I love you
You hurt me
I love you
You embarrass me
I love you
You make me cry
I love you
I am your parent
I always love you
I'm scared
And lonely
I need
Your hug
A big
Bear hug
With all
Your strength
Squeeze me
Crush me
Into your soul
Pull me
Through your
Bloodstream
Straight to
Your heart
Where
I'll be safe
#vss365
#crush
🧵**Tweet Thread**🧵
Welcome to my laboratory! I wondered which had more chocolate: a plain M&M or a peanut M&M. I created a PopScience™️ experiment to find out....
This thread follows my experiment.
~The City~
by Migs
Silhouettes
and shadows
shifting shapes
Citizens
and soldiers
in staccato steps
Sun and shade
swirl silently
as sadness settles
The vss365 prompt for 8.3.22 is silhouette
#vss365
#prompt
#silhouette
~Down We Go~
by Migs
You have gone
down, far down
this abandoned
hallway
I run to you, but
you've changed
I have too
we are not us
It is dark here
but we shine
in this amber glow
we shine
The vss365 prompt for 8.2.22 is hallway
#vss365
#prompt
#hallway
~untitled haiku~
by Migs
by the train tracks
fireflies dance in twilight
spiders spin webs
The vss365 prompt for 8.15.22 is twilight
#vss365
#prompt
#twilight
This place sucks. By my math I basically interact with 0.0885% of my followers. Everyone is quiet. Or gone. Or something. My tweets are wasted on you people/bots! 🤣
~The Soundtrack~
by Migs
Fingers smash
piano keys
into ominous
melodies
The air stirs
the breeze
into brilliant
cacophonies
The vss365 prompt for 8.1.22 is ominous
#vss365
#prompt
#ominous
~Mud~
by Migs
The hands of the old clock
complete another circuit
The universe stops to draw
a sketch in dull crayons
Till sudden storms fling
raindrops that stampede the land
Everything is mud
Circles of mud
The vss365 prompt for 8.4.22 is circuit
#vss365
#prompt
#circuit
90% of my likes are from sex bots, who I then block. 90% of my follows are from sex bots and commercial bullshit accounts, which I then block. All my feed is total bullshit, including ads from accounts I block. So why the fuck am I still here?
~a beacon~
by Migs
a candle burns
in the window
behind stained glass
sending light
in rainbows
into the night
The vss365 prompt for 8.10.22 is burn
#vss365
#prompt
#burn
~Jailhouse Prayer~
by Migs
The last thing I remember is sitting at the bar ordering tequila neat. I grab the bars of my holding cell, groggy, wondering whose blood is on my shirt and if I have an alibi. I pray for one.
The vss365 prompt for 8.11.22 is bar
#vss365
#prompt
#bar
~The Struggle~
by Migs
We climbed the mountain
Up impossible black cliffs
Touching clouds
But the path down
Has been blocked,
So we climb again
Our eyes ever-focused
On the crystal waters
Of the valley below
The vss365 prompt for 8.8.22 is block
#vss365
#prompt
#block
~Melódia~
by Migs
Lines chanted
from ancient text
inscrutable
but infused
with meaning
in the meter
and beauty
of the sounds
and a melody
reaching back
a thousand years
The vss365 prompt for 8.9.22 is meter
#vss365
#prompt
#meter
~Quiet Comfort~
by Migs
He stood alone
hugged by solitude
caressed by quietude
squeezed into a cocoon
of beautiful repose
and brilliant tranquility
The vss365 prompt for 8.6.22 is solitude
#vss365
#prompt
#solitude
~Forced March~
by Migs
The barren plain
Gaunt & empty
Lifeless underfoot
Dusty from draught
We walk day & night
We have no choice
Behind us is fire
But not just flames
There are monsters
Hidden in the smoke
The vss365 prompt for 8.13.22 is gaunt
#vss365
#prompt
#gaunt
My mom cuts an actual article out of the newspaper, puts it in an envelope with a stamp and mails it to me. It arrives, days later, all wrinkly. I google it and read it on my phone. 🤷♂️😆
~The Scent of Nightmares~
by Migs
A deep inhale
odd chemicals
tickle the brain
electricity, a smell
A long flashback
to darkness
fiery sirens
a night of hell
A slow exhale
calming mist
a reminder
that all is well
The vss365 prompt for 8.12.22 is smell
#vss365
#prompt
#smell
On my morning exercise walk, an unseen bird pooped on me. It landed—
#plop
— on my right shoulder. When I arrived back home, my wife told me to throw out the shirt. But I plan to wash it. I won't let the bird steal my shirt. What would you do?
#vss365
Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on you.
Fool me three time, fucking shame on you.
Fool me four times, what the fuck is wrong with you?
Fool me five times, fucking fuck man!! Stop that shit!
Fool me six times, fuuuucckkkkkkk! You are a fucking asshole, man.
~Momentary Forever~
by Migs
This brief moment
A firecracker flash
A stab of cold steel
The needle's pinch
Pain is transient
persistent but fleeting
we grab an unending rope
pulling, desperate, forever
The vss365 prompt for 8.7.22 is transient
#vss365
#prompt
#transient
Today on Zoom: Bob turns off his camera to scream expletives at people in his house. I know because he forgot to turn off his microphone. Good work, Bob.
I’ve been working in a hotel room today. Someone came in to clean midday and she was sick, sneezing and coughing on everything, groaning. The image of her coughing and sneezing on my sheets and pillows is seared in my mind. I just called to have the sheets replaced. Am I crazy?
Some thoughts to servers of a table for one:
1. I'm not embarased to be here. Don't rush me out.
2. Please read me the specials like every other table
3. Bring me the bread too ffs
4. Do. Not. Ignore. Me.
How do I
define myself?
I am
a husband
father
son
brother
friend
mentor
collegue
But
should I
define myself
by my
relationships
with others?
Should
I let
the success
or failure
of those
relationships
dictate
my happiness?
Can I
define myself
as me
alone?
And
be happy?
Reading an article about tipping. Does anyone do this?? I never have.
“Etiquette experts say hotel guests should leave $2 to $5 a night for the housekeeper each morning... preferably in a marked envelope making it clear that it is intended for the housekeeper.”
~Shattered~
by Migs
The wedding band
set down roots in her
like a majestic oak
But it remained foreign
a pestilence, a mutation
a parasite eating the host
She smashed it with
brute force, shattering bone
into freedom
The vss365 prompt for 8.5.22 is band
#vss365
#prompt
#band
Once you get to 12,500 followers, you realize that 12,390 of them are dead or zombies or have muted you cuz it's easier than unfollowing. 60 of the rest are kind of bored with you. They'll say hi once a quarter. 30 of the remaining 50 followers like stuff quietly. 20 talk to you.
I read Black AF History: The Un-Whitewashed Story of America. Brilliant and often hilarious, the book takes down the sanitized myths of our history in a compelling manner. It is written in the form of a textbook but also has many personal stories. Recommended.
~The Finale~
The final act
In the
#screenplay
Of my life
Will it end
With a bang
Or a whimper?
Either way
I feel the sadness
Of conclusions
I've forgotten
All my lines
Except goodbye
Even my name
My true identity
Is a mystery
I wonder if
I'm the hero
Or the villain
#vss365
Horrible Poem
This is a horrible poem
I have chosen lousy words
& organized them poorly
This poem has no meaning
It is soulless, empty
& reveals no truths
This poem is flat
It is incredibly simple
& completely unsophisticated
If you read
Only one poem
Don't read this one
~NaCl~
by Migs
'Twas the season of salt
In a time of celebrity style
Crystalline seasoning flying
Through sunbeams, refracting
Music blares in celebration
The pure joy of spectacle
But the food
Tastes like sodium!
The vss365 prompt for 8.14.22 is season
#vss365
#prompt
#season
How do you
Say goodbye
Not so long
Followed by
The hope of
A new hello
But a final
Farewell
What words
Come before it
What clothes
To wear
What expression
To hold
With breath
Ragged
& heart
Pounding
How can
Words
Get thru
The tears
& how
Can they
Ever be
Enough?
#BraveWrite
💔
Summer Hours
The long days
& cool nights
Call to me
School's out
The sweaty air
Feels like vacation
I'm drawn away
Dancing with joy
Among the trees
Cartwheels
Cattails
Cocktails
The ocean
Licks my feet
Wind in my hair
I leave work
& my phone
To briefly live
In summer hours
1/7
Hello, Twitter. May was the 2-year anniversary of this account, and I celebrated with my music challenge. But 2 years with no break is a lot. With all the prompts I work on, and my approach of responding to each notification, it is overwhelming. So that leads to this thread.
A year and a half ago, I had never written a poem. Now I've written a lot. A thousand? I have no idea. I wonder if I have many left. What else is there to say I wonder...
Fuck it. I'll be Speaker of the House. In my first act as Speaker, all you house members are grounded. None of you can be on TV or social media or appear in public for a month and we're gonna get some shit done. You work for the people & the people are sick of this.
*bangs gavel
That call
From a friend
The one you
Dread
It starts
Like every
Other call
But then
The ground
Shifts
The talk
Of kids
& books
Turns to
CT scans
& biopsies
Treatment plans
Survival rates
& pain
The past
Opens
Like a fallow field
& the future
Becomes
A narrow
Crevice
#poem
How to buy a mattress:
1-Wait until spouse says "I need a new mattress"
2-Vaguely talk about it for 2 years
3-Go to store & lie down on every mattress until confused
4-Pick a mattress that was comfortable for 30 seconds
5-After 2 nights, hear how spouse hates new mattress
When I was small
She called me pudding
Or little puddin'
Or pumpkin
Oh I hated that
It would set me off
I would whine
"Mom, stop it!"
But now
It's different
I hear her
Words echoing
From the past
I miss it so
Without thinking
I call my daughter
Little puddin'
& smile
#vss365
Are you new to
#vss365
? Are you curious? Give it a try. Here's how it works. For the first half of August, I will tweet a "prompt word". Today it is
#ominous
. A "vss" is a very short story. Write a story or poem using the prompt word. Add the hashtag
#vss365
and that's it! Enjoy!
Some days I feel Twitter stress, and I wonder why I'm here. I have an entire life, so why spend so much time here? What do you think? Why are you here? Do you ever get stressed from this free app?
Okay, seriously people? Really? Are we that stupid? Enjoy your Corona and lime. Chill your brain cavity. The beer won't give you coronavirus. Sigh. 🤦♂️🍺
Sometimes I write
From a dark place
Deep in my ominous hallway
Where I cannot see the light
I write of dreary
Black midnight
Not to invite you
Into the these dark corners
I write instead to find
The faint twinkle
Of a distant star
To guide me out
Back to you
#poetry
Does anyone else have the "stay at home all day sitting on your ass eating snack food, stressed-out, stared too long at screens, irritated w/ family, bloated stomach, exhausted but don't want to sleep, not sure what day it is" feeling?
Anyone else try to fix that with 2 cookies?
I've loved my Twitter experience on this account. But as it has grown, managing time here has become challenging. What strategies do you all use to manage useage, deal with notifications, be able to interact, and also put this away so you can be undistracted in the real world?
If you think about the top 5 people you interact with here, would you ever possibly meet them except for Twitter? If you did meet them in real life, would you be friends? 🤔