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Ragged Journal
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I don't know what this is, but it happened one day and I'm not stopping

Aspiring Writer with a kick ass blog: https://raggedjournal.com/ | Check out my dramatized horror podcast: https://everydayeldritch.libsyn.com/everydayeldritch

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Light filters through each crack in your story, splintering into painful fragments of clarity.

Try to lie,
please deceive.

The truth comes out in the end, no matter how you mask it, and this prism sees right through...

#vss365 #poetry #writing #diary #journaling #relationships #prism
Light filters through each crack in your story, splintering into painful fragments of clarity. Try to lie, please deceive. The truth comes out in the end, no matter how you mask it, and this prism sees right through. Reality sets in. Am I angry, or amused? I can't tell anymore, so I allow it to continue. One day I'll grow up… One day, I'll grow bored...
July 6, 2025 at 12:04 AM
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Allow for #space to grow…
Extend. Expand. Express.
My roots spreading far, reaching wide, letting go...

If I give up here, has it all been for nothing...
If I give in now, were they right all along...

#vss365 #poetry #poems #alchemy #relationships #diary #journaling
A short poem is written in white text on a black background. The poem reads: Allow for space to grow… Extend. Expand. Express. My roots spreading far, reaching wide, letting go... leaving behind scorched earth... rotten soil... Searching... Thirsting... Always seeking out those three glorious alchemical reagents to turn water into life, pain into tolerance, misery to mercy. There are 3, and only 3… I've found 2, so far, and still I feel no closer than when I began... If I give up here, has it all been for nothing... If I give in now, were they right all along... This concludes the poem.
June 28, 2025 at 10:58 PM
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Azalea Lee,
Don’t think about me—how we
used to be—go free...

#azalea #dailyhaikuprompt #poem #poems #poetry #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity #writesky #love #loss #relationships #haiku #senryu
A short poem, "Azalea Lee," is written in white text on a black background. The poem reads: Azalea Lee, Don't think about me—how we used to be—go free If I wanted thee to fixate on me, don't ye think I'd have done more I can't right foresee a future where we... connect, as bitter as it makes me Forget about we, about us, about me... please I need this to be Is it really wrong, If it's alright Am I the black, in this world of white light So sick of bulls_t, too weak to fight So goodnight, goodnight, I guess we were right This story's been wrote, before our first fight Goodnight, goodnight, I guess they were right If left up to me, I'd hold you too tight Your wings won't take flight Your songs won't sound right So go, as you know, what I say is what's right A chance or a plight A boon or a blight Choose well, choose now, ain't waiting here all night And if, by somehow, that our sacred vow, should make it through the night, I promise thee, that you'll always be, the single best thing in my life— all that I've ever done right Words cut like the edge of the knife So I'm sorry, so sorry, I'm sorry to see you go But if you should stay, there's no other way, that I see how our story will go This concludes the poem.
March 14, 2025 at 1:06 AM
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The chimes
gently clang, clang, clang,
inside my mind
Feeling fine with the sublime
To be everywhere, and nowhere
simul-time...
#vss365 #chime #poetry #poems #poem #poetrycommunity #amwriting #writing
A short poem, titled "Chimes," is written in white on a black background. The poem reads: The chimes gently clang, clang, clang, inside my mind Feeling fine with the sublime To be everywhere, and nowhere, simul-time My voice calls out, but falls short— drowned by the hustle, the bustle, of city lines Where mimes reflect rhymes of our crimes Ask them, they will tell you, if you have the time Fleeting focus, lost the locus, take a breath—smell the crocus The flowers know us; nature too Ask them, they will tell you, if you have the time This concludes the poem.
March 12, 2025 at 7:03 PM
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His name was Kevin, the gentle Pomimo, and despite his small stature and meekness, he was a giant in our family—full of love and life. #vss365 #dogs #pomeranian #writing #diary #journaling #eulogy #family
A short diary entry is written in white text on a black background. The reflection reads: His name was Kevin, the gentle Pomimo, and despite his small stature and meekness, he was a giant in our family—full of love and life. Many nights, my sister and I would walk with him, sharing our thoughts, concerns, frustrations about life and family; all the while, the sweet beast wagged beside us. He was privy to many intimate moments, and if anyone knew our family history, it was him, our cherished guardian and loyal protector of secrets. Rest well, my dear companion. May you forever roam and root peacefully, in the fields of heaven. This concludes the entry.
March 8, 2025 at 7:18 PM
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Feeling… #incognito,
clandestino,
superficial frienderino...
#vss365 #poetry #poems #writing #diary #journaling
A short poem, "Incognito," is written in white text on a black background. The poem reads: Feeling… incognito, clandestino, superficial frienderino On the surface, they can’t hurt us Get to know a figurino I’ll be distant, from the instant I keep myself escondido Open up, why test our luck Leaving us despondentino Make a scene-o, yell and screamo Consequences unforseeno Been here before, should know bettour Comunidad… no necesito Shut it down, move to a new town, And start the cycle overino What you might adore, myself, I foreswore I reject you, for fear you’ll do mio This concludes the poem.
March 6, 2025 at 4:24 AM
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A short homage to the legendary creator, Mike Judge, and his classic goof-ball characters "Beavis & Butt-Head." Thank you.
#vss365 #incognito
A short homage to the legendary creator, Mike Judge, and his classic goof-ball characters "Beavis & Butt-Head." The boys entered the second-hand store. "Whoa! Check it out, Drum-Head—heh-heh—a Fe-Dora!" Deavis put the oversized hat on his head, modeling a little in the full-length mirror. "Heh-heh… Incognit-ooh!" "You look like a dork." "No way, Drum-Head! I like it. I think it's cool—heh-heh—Smooth Criminal."
March 5, 2025 at 8:56 PM
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#Penumbra
To lie in the shade
To be on the ground
To fly in the sky
To float through the clouds...
#vss365 #poems #poetry #philosophy #meditations #spirituality #writing #vssdaily #poet
A short poem titled "Penumbra" is written in white text on a black background. The poem reads: To lie in the shade To be on the ground To fly in the sky To float through the clouds To swim in the tide To run with the breeze To taste the fresh air To crawl on your knees To hear what’s not there To see the unseen To reclaim the truth, from false fantasy Ether is waiting, the space in between the light and the dark, for you and for me This concludes the poem.
March 5, 2025 at 3:16 AM
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"Go and get me a #fathom of rope from that pile over there."
...
"Did you hear me, or have you gone deaf?!"
#vss365 #humor #horror #wip #writing #reading #flashfiction
A short entry, inspired by the daily word prompt "Fathom," is written in white text on a black background. The post reads: "Go and get me a fathom of rope from that pile over there." ... "Did you hear me, or have you gone deaf?!" ... "Well, say something, you idiot! We haven't got much time." "uh, what's a fathom..." "Never mind. I'll do it—just keep watch and let me know if you see anything." ... "Anything weird! God, you're impossible!" This concludes the very short horror story.
March 2, 2025 at 11:19 PM
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Love lies on the fringe,
between certainty and doubt—
nothing makes sense anymore...

#vss365 #love #loss #poems #poetry #writing
A short poem titled "Fringe" is written in white text on a black background. The poem reads: Love lies on the fringe, between certainty and doubt— nothing makes sense anymore Are you strong enough to take the risk, to see the future to know yourself Would you take the plunge without abandon, knowing it might hurt, or remain on the icy shores of the known If I told you, would you believe me This concludes the poem.
February 26, 2025 at 3:07 AM
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Pestilence upon us—dreary doom
I come for you, I'll see you soon
Whimpers, crying—petulant gloom
Read the room, then poke the wound...

#vss365 #poems #poetry #horror #villain
A short poem titled "Petulant" is written in white text on a black background. The poem reads: Pestilence upon us—dreary doom I come for you, I’ll see you soon Whimpers, crying—petulant gloom Read the room, then poke the wound I sate myself on misfortune I’m glad its yours, we’re carnivores Devour each other, consume your brother— how delightful are these hor devours For one must fall, so I stand tall Equal footing—No, the gall! To make you small, is what I foresaw, and rule forever, above you all This concludes the poem.
February 21, 2025 at 10:56 PM
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Unbridled patience
All that is, won't always be
Start anew today

#vss365 #haiku #senryu #poems #poetry
A hand reaching out into the cosmos to hold a shining ball of light. Ethereal waves, stars radiate the dark sky.
February 21, 2025 at 2:03 AM
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Sleep disturbed,
awake, once more,
too late to try again...

#vss365 #poetry #poems #amwriting #onslaught #insomnia #writing
A short poem titled "Onslaught" is written in white text on a black background. The poem reads: Sleep disturbed, awake, once more, too late to try again Dreams, or nightmares, what’s the difference, at this point— may as well pick up this pen Onslaught of thought, mind overwrought, creative flourish in the night Floorboards creak, shadows speak, words flowing from the moonlight This concludes the poem.
February 18, 2025 at 1:02 PM
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Go on
Have an affair,
I really don't care
I've cried enough for the both of us...

#vss365 #poetry #poems #mercury
A short poem titled "Mercury" is written in white text on a black background. The poem reads: Go on Have an affair, I really don't care I've cried enough for the both of us Your wants, your lust, the broken trust I can't understand why your doing this I tell myself, you just need some help and maybe that's true, although dangerous You pull me down We both hit the ground Mercury's wings can't hold the two of us Is it a spell, this miserable hell, that one might become so insidious For I've tried my best, to outlast your test But now, I really don't give a F__k This concludes the poem.
February 12, 2025 at 8:38 PM
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Entry #17, "Survival"

"Ya know, boss... maybe liberty ain't such a bad thing," he said to the Tyrant...

#wip #vss365 #liberation #vsshorror #indiehorror
A short post, titled "Liberty," is written in white text on a black background. The post reads: "Ya know, boss... maybe liberty ain't such a bad thing," he said to the Tyrant. "Liberty?! Hah!! You don't even know the meaning of the word. Tell me, what do you suppose you'd even do with all your freedom." "I dunno, boss. I just thought it'd be..." "You just thought!! No, no, no! We won't be having any of that!" This concludes the post.
February 10, 2025 at 11:55 PM
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Entry #13, "Survival"

"Bit of advice," said the stranger.
"Stay off the old road, after dark. Not safe these days. I seen plenty o'folkes go up that there #thoroughfare... never seen from again..."

#vss365 #vsshorror #WritingCommunity #creativewriting #writingprompts #wip #horrorstories #writesky
A long, ominous road extends into the foggy horizon. Grey, leafless gnarled trees border each side of the road.
February 6, 2025 at 10:43 PM
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And so we find ourselves here,
once again
at the #nexus
back where it all began...

#vss365 #poetry #poems #WritingCommunity #poetrycommunity #journal #journaling #diary #writing
A short poem titled "Nexus" is written in white text on a black background. The poem reads: And so we find ourselves here, once again at the nexus back where it all began And it all ended here, once again at the nexus where hope and fear took flight tore at the other's feathers to be the first to touch the sun But the sun's rays burned with righteous indignation He cast them down from their great flight their featherless bodies careening like a comet to Earth And so we are, and always will be, here once again at the nexus where bitterness and mirth domain This concludes the poem.
February 6, 2025 at 1:35 AM
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Entry #37, A Family Man

Installed a #bathtub today, mighty fine work if I do say so myself...

#vss365 #vsshorror #WritingCommunity #journal #journaling #diary #creativewriting #writingprompts #wip #horrorstories #amwriting #writesky #mystery
An excerpt from the short horror story "A Family Man," is written in white text on a black background. The following entry reads: Installed a bathtub today, mighty fine work if I do say so myself. Only problem is my family hates it. "Eww dad, it's so old and gross," my eldest says. "Really, honey... with how tight money's been lately... I don't know. I wish you would have talked to me about it first." Why can't they just be happy. Why can't they just appreciate that I wanted to do something nice for us... for the family. It's not this horrible old thing. It's hope! Comfort. Sanctuary. This concludes the sample. For more, go to https://raggedjournal.com
February 4, 2025 at 4:47 PM
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The large holy #oak calls to me, inviting me to climb...

#vss365 #poetry #poems #WritingCommunity #poetrycommunity #journal #journaling #diary #booksky #creativewriting #writingprompt #wip
A short poem is written in white text on a black background. The poem reads: The large holy oak calls to me, inviting me to climb Life is peaceful, up here far away from the clamor and every once in a while, I feel like looking down How odd it is that the only time I feel fear is when I'm looking where I'm from Down there, is pain Down there, is heartbreak Down there, is the fall This concludes the poem.
February 3, 2025 at 6:44 PM
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Note to self:

When negativity arises in my thoughts,
throw it in the trash
Take that nasty thought, crumple it into a ball and toss it away,
into the trash
Where it will be ripped, shred, cut, torn, smashed, pierced, and burned to ash
#poetry #poetrycommunity #darkpoetry #journaling #diary #wip
A tattered, old journal lies open on a wooden table. There is a pleasant fire going in a fireplace, in the background.
February 2, 2025 at 7:47 PM
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Rockets passing time
reach out to grab an instant
Ether reaches back

#vss365 #haiku #poetry #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #diary #journal #Cosmic #booksky
A pale hand reaches out through the cosmos. Stars, planets, cosmic waves appear in the background.
February 2, 2025 at 5:20 AM
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#vss365 #poetry #WritingCommunity #poetrycommunity #journal #diary #booksky #creativewriting #writingprompt #sonder
A short poem is written in white text on a black background. The poem reads: When I'm alone, I tend to wonder "what's the meaning of it all" If you and I, both souls who ponder aren't less equal if we're small My life is rich, your life's a bitch don't deny you've seen it too What we both know, through painful sonder we're not so different, me and you This concludes the poem.
February 1, 2025 at 1:36 AM
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You push, and I pull
our love a constant struggle
Try to conjure bliss

#vss365 #poetry #haiku #WritingCommunity #conjure #daily #journal #diary #booksky #poetrycommunity
A rejected man stands alone, holding an umbrella in the rain.
January 31, 2025 at 1:54 AM
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The gnarled tree speaks
if only one might listen
voices on the wind

#amwriting #WritingCommmunity #poetry #haiku #journal #daily #horrorcommunity #gothic
January 28, 2025 at 10:31 PM
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He was tense, leaning against the banister. He knew his time would come, but not the execution.

The clock rang aloud, seconds to midnight; the veil begins to tear. He barely noticed the shadows, as they crept in around him.

A debt must be paid.

#mystery #vsshorror #poetry #horror #daily #journal
January 27, 2025 at 8:13 PM