@TravisKepler

Enjoy making poetry books in tandem with my very talented sis, JKepler_Colures on insta😊

 Paderborn of '16
Joined March 2013
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#vss365 I want to tell you How I've been Since you died, Where to begin? I miss your voice, Your crooked grin, The scent that clung To your hair and skin. Some mornings I Still wake hysteric. Not sure how long I can #bear it.
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Astrum Glass@AstrumGlass14 Nov 2019
Breath like marbles, like drops of green glass bruising tender throats & papery lungs Swallow rose petals, to soothe soft caramels & bitter almond words Follow sleep down, dark channels to warm stories with wolfish heroes
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scarlet short@short_scarlet9 Nov 2019
#vss365 I sat in the corner eating whilst everybody else laughed It wasn’t easy making friends at lake high, nearly everyone’s popular except me. But I don’t care, I have the voice inside my head. I got up to leave, then it #spoke I turn towards everybody Now who’s laughthing?
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One last breath. Our son is still. My wife grabs me. "Do it!" "No! If I could pay the price myself—" "You can't!" She kneels. "For him. For me." I don't #speak the spell; I howl it. My wife smiles as she falls. Life leaves her eyes. Our son sits up. "Mama?" #vss365 #satsplat
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We must've angered the gods, for the rains failed to come. Clouds of dust rolled over fields of dying #crops, desperate for a drop to drink. Just like those plants, we withered and fell, one by one, until enough death paid for our sins. Only then did the sky shed tears. #vss365
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There was a girl I used to know who always wore sleeves with the #cuffs buttoned. Her foster dad used her as a punching bag & ashtray. I’m reminded of her whenever I see my arms-the same exact #grate of scars. Couldn’t accept it then-but ‘She’ was actually Me. #BraveWrite #vss365
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“Get him, Haskins.” “On what charge, sir?” “Assault and Battery.” “Can’t you do it, sir?” “In my current state? I can’t volt that fence.” “Are you positive?” “Wire you questioning me?” “Watt do you mean, sir?” “We always seem to have different points of #fuse.” #vss365
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Neil Clark@NeilRClark30 Oct 2019
I befriended a sad dying star. By the end, I had to hold it to keep it warm. "Hey," I said. "Light years away, someone is gazing at the night sky, seeing you in your pomp. A radiant, fiery ball of energy..." It sobbed a neutron sob. Then I felt it go cold in my arms. #vss365
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Denise Carruthers@CattyKoala30 Oct 2019
Taste me on your tongue as you say the words that come from the depths of want give them wings & memories seeds for saplings, sate for yore. nectar nuzzles warbles in the spring lovebirds
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“Aren’t they horrid sir?” “What are, Haskins?” “The #ravens. I mean I know it’s tradition to have them at the Tower, but why not swans? Or ostriches?” “The Tower of London ostrich?” “Oh yuck, that one’s eating raw meat.” “Carrion, Haskins.” “No, I’ve finished.” #vss365
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Nigel Corbett@demonrobber28 Oct 2019
From beyond the grave. The ghosts and ghouls misbehave. They wail and weep. It is impossible to sleep. They all join in The Graveyard Rave. #vss365
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“So they’re a cult, sir?” “A very twisted one, Haskins. They’re convinced that kicking puppies will gain them #eternal life.” “It won’t will it?” “No, it’s all a scam.” “I think I prefer atheism, sir.” “Why’s that then.” “Because it’s a non-prophet organisation.” #vss365
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Neil Clark@NeilRClark24 Oct 2019
I fell down a trap door in the floor of the universe. The cellar down here is full of disused stars, old gravity and musty time, all coated in layers of moon dust. The only thing I can do to alleviate my eternal boredom is to shift that dust, using the vacuum of space. #vss365
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jared mulhair@PoeticAdept20 Oct 2019
don’t call me the soil the loam you know who i am the dust of zinc the windblown skin of the land pond wake muddies my task & hungover hogs bathe away noon the gods carry me in a flask slurping the ocher of June starry orphans up in the vert your home is me—the dirt #vss365
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#vss365 Liquid Love Slip in half your #soul to start, Gummied gizzards, honeyed hearts. Not too sweet, now, do be smart! Pop in paltry pickled parts! Simmer slowly; it’s an art. Careful— oops, it fell apart! Grab a new pot and restart Cupid’s drunken game of darts 🎯
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