Robert J. W.
@robertjw4688.bsky.social
Poet, writer, artist, mental health warrior/advocate
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Robert J. W.
@robertjw4688.bsky.social
· Aug 21
TODAY IS THE DAY! My new #poetry collection, The Line Breaks Between Lives, is out now! I've put so much effort into this one; it's beautiful, it's ugly, it's witty. It bares teeth and blooms flowers!
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Optimism flickers
through the decay
of burials for the backstabbed.
The sun didn't come out today.
My disdain is gasoline
and faceless trumpeters
are striking matches.
I'm shaking my bones
in my millionth last stand.
God save me
from those
who scream without listening.
#emoetry #vss365 #poetry
through the decay
of burials for the backstabbed.
The sun didn't come out today.
My disdain is gasoline
and faceless trumpeters
are striking matches.
I'm shaking my bones
in my millionth last stand.
God save me
from those
who scream without listening.
#emoetry #vss365 #poetry
November 30, 2025 at 2:07 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
one last shot
aimed low
screaming at stones
as if that would move them
or turn them to sand
this is how we descale
picking truth from between our teeth
before decay takes hold
before the rot sets in
or sometimes, after
#vss365 #last
#writingcommunity
#blueskypoets
aimed low
screaming at stones
as if that would move them
or turn them to sand
this is how we descale
picking truth from between our teeth
before decay takes hold
before the rot sets in
or sometimes, after
#vss365 #last
#writingcommunity
#blueskypoets
November 30, 2025 at 12:56 PM
one last shot
aimed low
screaming at stones
as if that would move them
or turn them to sand
this is how we descale
picking truth from between our teeth
before decay takes hold
before the rot sets in
or sometimes, after
#vss365 #last
#writingcommunity
#blueskypoets
aimed low
screaming at stones
as if that would move them
or turn them to sand
this is how we descale
picking truth from between our teeth
before decay takes hold
before the rot sets in
or sometimes, after
#vss365 #last
#writingcommunity
#blueskypoets
Reposted by Robert J. W.
#emoetry #optimism
I've a nervous energy
Coupled with a fiery desire
I want to fix things
Before they break
Which requires two things
An optimism
And heartbreak
To do nothing
Is the smart option
It's a risk free risk assessment
One I do not agree with
Saddle up Rocinante
A sword
Armored in optimism
I've a nervous energy
Coupled with a fiery desire
I want to fix things
Before they break
Which requires two things
An optimism
And heartbreak
To do nothing
Is the smart option
It's a risk free risk assessment
One I do not agree with
Saddle up Rocinante
A sword
Armored in optimism
November 30, 2025 at 12:47 PM
You matter
despite the pull
of nervous chatter
that reverberates
inside your shaking skull.
You may look
at every falling raindrop
looking for reasons
to kiss armageddon
but your lips
shiver
as the sky cracks,
revealing
a worth like bees
that expands
beyond dark energy.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
despite the pull
of nervous chatter
that reverberates
inside your shaking skull.
You may look
at every falling raindrop
looking for reasons
to kiss armageddon
but your lips
shiver
as the sky cracks,
revealing
a worth like bees
that expands
beyond dark energy.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
November 29, 2025 at 2:32 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
I watched him yet never knew who he was.
So I gathered the small #matters threads of his life gently placing them together as my way of attempting to preserve what little that I knew.
Because if I had enough pieces then I’d know enough to create a lasting memory of all there was to know.
#vss365
So I gathered the small #matters threads of his life gently placing them together as my way of attempting to preserve what little that I knew.
Because if I had enough pieces then I’d know enough to create a lasting memory of all there was to know.
#vss365
November 29, 2025 at 10:53 AM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
Whispery wind
Through my window
Awaking the room
Had the feeling of ice
Through my spine
This December feels
Like no other
They said
'we cheer to your health'
I crouched in despair
At their wealth
Not the cold
That will be my death
But others joy
That'll grate to my bones
#vss365 #health
Through my window
Awaking the room
Had the feeling of ice
Through my spine
This December feels
Like no other
They said
'we cheer to your health'
I crouched in despair
At their wealth
Not the cold
That will be my death
But others joy
That'll grate to my bones
#vss365 #health
November 28, 2025 at 1:30 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
I didn't write this
I have never written
anything at all
There is only
the poem of my life
writing me
#FromOneLine
I have never written
anything at all
There is only
the poem of my life
writing me
#FromOneLine
November 28, 2025 at 4:43 AM
I didn't write this
I have never written
anything at all
There is only
the poem of my life
writing me
#FromOneLine
I have never written
anything at all
There is only
the poem of my life
writing me
#FromOneLine
Reposted by Robert J. W.
the candle blinked twice
before it was snuffed out
another light extinguished
vigil ended at sunset
tears like pear necklaces
on heaving chests — grief's
relentless blade cutting open
my heart, a black abyss of
mourning
#blueskyrelay #poetrycommunity #poetry
before it was snuffed out
another light extinguished
vigil ended at sunset
tears like pear necklaces
on heaving chests — grief's
relentless blade cutting open
my heart, a black abyss of
mourning
#blueskyrelay #poetrycommunity #poetry
November 29, 2025 at 10:30 AM
the candle blinked twice
before it was snuffed out
another light extinguished
vigil ended at sunset
tears like pear necklaces
on heaving chests — grief's
relentless blade cutting open
my heart, a black abyss of
mourning
#blueskyrelay #poetrycommunity #poetry
before it was snuffed out
another light extinguished
vigil ended at sunset
tears like pear necklaces
on heaving chests — grief's
relentless blade cutting open
my heart, a black abyss of
mourning
#blueskyrelay #poetrycommunity #poetry
My mental health rots
on an altar of plague rats.
This lust for fractures
is devoid of color;
it shambles
from stage to stage,
reeking of steel
and speaking in eulogies.
My cowardice is purgatory.
An ellipsis wraps
around my last grievance
like paper
trying to heal a severed limb.
#vss365 #poetry
on an altar of plague rats.
This lust for fractures
is devoid of color;
it shambles
from stage to stage,
reeking of steel
and speaking in eulogies.
My cowardice is purgatory.
An ellipsis wraps
around my last grievance
like paper
trying to heal a severed limb.
#vss365 #poetry
November 28, 2025 at 2:05 PM
I hope I'm learning
to walk through the pain
instead of crawling
down its spirals.
This recovery
is plodding
and disgusting.
I've left afterbirth
in a thousand wakes
and a million more
will fester in this process.
My once livid heart
is picking up its pieces
and moving on.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
to walk through the pain
instead of crawling
down its spirals.
This recovery
is plodding
and disgusting.
I've left afterbirth
in a thousand wakes
and a million more
will fester in this process.
My once livid heart
is picking up its pieces
and moving on.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
November 27, 2025 at 1:50 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
November 27, 2025 at 11:19 AM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
November 27, 2025 at 12:02 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
November 26, 2025 at 1:04 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
The water is still and you can see remnants beneath reflections of sky. Leftovers from lives, mesh and wire, can and wrapper. The discards of empty thoughts. People in a hurry without consequence. The ends of moments now reflecting clouds and a small bird flying.
#vssdaily mesh
#vss365 reflection
#vssdaily mesh
#vss365 reflection
November 26, 2025 at 1:31 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
I didn’t write this poem for
people that have
abandoned me
or that have shamed
me
or even that have used and abused me-
I write this poem for those
like me,
still lingering in the shadows,
still wondering if it’s ok,
still thinking it’s their fault-
this poem is for them
#fromoneline 396 #poetry
people that have
abandoned me
or that have shamed
me
or even that have used and abused me-
I write this poem for those
like me,
still lingering in the shadows,
still wondering if it’s ok,
still thinking it’s their fault-
this poem is for them
#fromoneline 396 #poetry
November 26, 2025 at 1:22 PM
I didn’t write this poem for
people that have
abandoned me
or that have shamed
me
or even that have used and abused me-
I write this poem for those
like me,
still lingering in the shadows,
still wondering if it’s ok,
still thinking it’s their fault-
this poem is for them
#fromoneline 396 #poetry
people that have
abandoned me
or that have shamed
me
or even that have used and abused me-
I write this poem for those
like me,
still lingering in the shadows,
still wondering if it’s ok,
still thinking it’s their fault-
this poem is for them
#fromoneline 396 #poetry
Reposted by Robert J. W.
spending time
warm coins
jangling in pocket
is there a fountain to return
to where love began
is there a place to wish for
a heart to matter for
warm coins
jangling in pocket
is there a fountain to return
to where love began
is there a place to wish for
a heart to matter for
November 26, 2025 at 1:53 PM
spending time
warm coins
jangling in pocket
is there a fountain to return
to where love began
is there a place to wish for
a heart to matter for
warm coins
jangling in pocket
is there a fountain to return
to where love began
is there a place to wish for
a heart to matter for
I've been strangled
by the rigidity of chemicals.
A permanent bruise
echoes onto life.
Cliché and pap
cannot save me.
I welcome everything coming.
There's a conflagration
enveloping the atmosphere,
there's an apathy
usurping my heart.
#poetry
by the rigidity of chemicals.
A permanent bruise
echoes onto life.
Cliché and pap
cannot save me.
I welcome everything coming.
There's a conflagration
enveloping the atmosphere,
there's an apathy
usurping my heart.
#poetry
November 25, 2025 at 2:18 PM
I've been strangled
by the rigidity of chemicals.
A permanent bruise
echoes onto life.
Cliché and pap
cannot save me.
I welcome everything coming.
There's a conflagration
enveloping the atmosphere,
there's an apathy
usurping my heart.
#poetry
by the rigidity of chemicals.
A permanent bruise
echoes onto life.
Cliché and pap
cannot save me.
I welcome everything coming.
There's a conflagration
enveloping the atmosphere,
there's an apathy
usurping my heart.
#poetry
Reposted by Robert J. W.
I drink from the
ashes yet do not
find the fire,
I taste of the wind
yet do not not feel
weathered
#wildwalkprompt #poetry
ashes yet do not
find the fire,
I taste of the wind
yet do not not feel
weathered
#wildwalkprompt #poetry
Hello Wild Walk #writers
The remains of a campfire (still very warm) uncovered in the woods... someone was burning books...😡
#Ashes
Use the image/word to inspire your writing, then post with #WildWalkPrompt
#prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub
The remains of a campfire (still very warm) uncovered in the woods... someone was burning books...😡
#Ashes
Use the image/word to inspire your writing, then post with #WildWalkPrompt
#prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub
November 25, 2025 at 1:49 AM
I drink from the
ashes yet do not
find the fire,
I taste of the wind
yet do not not feel
weathered
#wildwalkprompt #poetry
ashes yet do not
find the fire,
I taste of the wind
yet do not not feel
weathered
#wildwalkprompt #poetry
My brain is bloodied
in its war against nothing
Hope holds no relevance
when the world spins
into sepsis.
I am hardened by the past
and hold a grudge
against the future.
A trillion lashes
fester on my soul
and my hands
incriminate themselves
by waving goodbye.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
in its war against nothing
Hope holds no relevance
when the world spins
into sepsis.
I am hardened by the past
and hold a grudge
against the future.
A trillion lashes
fester on my soul
and my hands
incriminate themselves
by waving goodbye.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
November 24, 2025 at 1:59 PM
Reposted by Robert J. W.
The Hand on a Hospital Blanket
I watched the last light
From the candle,
Flicker with the memories
We shared from that
Shallow Quaich of life.
Then you were gone,
Now the withering
Wind stilled me,
Stranded by your loss.
© Bernard Pearson
I watched the last light
From the candle,
Flicker with the memories
We shared from that
Shallow Quaich of life.
Then you were gone,
Now the withering
Wind stilled me,
Stranded by your loss.
© Bernard Pearson
November 24, 2025 at 10:44 AM
The Hand on a Hospital Blanket
I watched the last light
From the candle,
Flicker with the memories
We shared from that
Shallow Quaich of life.
Then you were gone,
Now the withering
Wind stilled me,
Stranded by your loss.
© Bernard Pearson
I watched the last light
From the candle,
Flicker with the memories
We shared from that
Shallow Quaich of life.
Then you were gone,
Now the withering
Wind stilled me,
Stranded by your loss.
© Bernard Pearson
I want to put my fist
through the sun
and bathe my broken flesh
in the entrails.
My tears are pure bile,
my thoughts are tsar bombs.
The pieces of the universe
that are lodged
beneath my fingernails
won't buy me peace
but they'll make me smile
as I skip into Hell.
#poetry
through the sun
and bathe my broken flesh
in the entrails.
My tears are pure bile,
my thoughts are tsar bombs.
The pieces of the universe
that are lodged
beneath my fingernails
won't buy me peace
but they'll make me smile
as I skip into Hell.
#poetry
November 23, 2025 at 2:33 PM
I want to put my fist
through the sun
and bathe my broken flesh
in the entrails.
My tears are pure bile,
my thoughts are tsar bombs.
The pieces of the universe
that are lodged
beneath my fingernails
won't buy me peace
but they'll make me smile
as I skip into Hell.
#poetry
through the sun
and bathe my broken flesh
in the entrails.
My tears are pure bile,
my thoughts are tsar bombs.
The pieces of the universe
that are lodged
beneath my fingernails
won't buy me peace
but they'll make me smile
as I skip into Hell.
#poetry