2015 #FP Archive Part 2

November 29, 2017November 30, 2017 ~ Ay ~ Leave a comment

"Back in my day, a holo-adventure took up a whole 'nother room. Called it a Holodeck. You kids and your portables."
-Spaceship Grandpa.#FP

— Ay (@aault8) August 28, 2015

"Back in my day, we had to walk uphill to go to school-both ways-in the snow! Have you ever seen the outdoors?"

Grandpa on a spaceship. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) August 28, 2015

He hoped to experience enlightenment just once in his lifetime. When the moment came, he saw just how many more lifetimes he had to go. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) September 18, 2015

Cupid vs Social Media (2014). Plaintiff argues social media disrupts ability to match soulmates, perform job. (1) #FP

— Ay (@aault8) September 18, 2015

Cupid vs Social Media (2014). Defendant counter sues plaintiff on grounds of market monopolization. Appeal in progress. (2) #FP

— Ay (@aault8) September 18, 2015

He paused to let go of the world. She paused to let it in. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) September 25, 2015

I want a world of peace, happiness, and harmony–once and for all. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) October 2, 2015

Behind her smile could be anything; it was her best defense, and often a fairly successful offense. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) October 16, 2015

Behind smiles
lived lifetimes
chained together,
each moment
threading through
each breath
shared between
souls
hearts
lips. #FP #mpy

— Ay (@aault8) October 16, 2015

I smiled behind him, watching the first step taken on his grand adventure. He would never look back, and I would always look for him. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) October 16, 2015

The Night felt heavy, oppressed under the sharp points of the stars. Whatever magic held Night gave all to the Moon, unburdened. #FP #vss

— Ay (@aault8) November 6, 2015

We let the storm brew tall enough-fierce enough-to break starlight and rattle the moon away from the night: to cage the sun. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) November 6, 2015

The book had no title, only this warning: "Herein lies the Truth." #FP

— Ay (@aault8) December 11, 2015

The day began without warning; she would have sworn the world ended last night. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) December 11, 2015

We were just sketches, ideas of the lives we thought we wanted before we found each other. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) December 18, 2015

I sketched the stars from my dreams,
followed them through wormholes and new suns
breathed worlds I never knew
until I found your moon. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) December 18, 2015

Across galaxies I found you
on the other side of the universe
And beyond time, I knew you
Feeling your heart within mine. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) December 18, 2015

Your world held tightly to its moon
a gravity all must obey
But oceans sounded in memory
You wanted to see what I have seen. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) December 18, 2015

We discovered how big the universe could be when running from it. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) December 18, 2015

2015 #FP Archive Part 1

November 27, 2017November 28, 2017 ~ Ay ~ Leave a comment

The new year rang, but only with echos of the ones that came before. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) January 2, 2015

It's 2015. The first day of the year fell on #tbt, and the first Friday feels like Monday. I can hear Doc giggling now. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) January 2, 2015

The snowboarder realized that his 360s five times happened once too many. His face felt snow, and his body returned to gravity. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) January 2, 2015

In all the world, the sky never shone darker than her eyes. Even the ground hid from that gaze. #fp

— Ay (@aault8) January 17, 2015

Dark now, the world is still awake from the sun that shone today, enlivening the wind, stirring the magic left to dust the ground. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) January 30, 2015

She wasn't in denial; she just liked the way clothes 2 sizes wrong felt on her frame. And the mirror agreed. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) February 13, 2015

"It's terrible. You're just in denial."
He smiled & laughed, grabbing her hand. "We could go to 'de Nile' to figure it out?"
She left. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) February 13, 2015

Remember it like
it actually happened. #FP #mpy

— Ay (@aault8) February 27, 2015

Don't open the book; open the page
Peel back each fiber
each fuzzy atom
until only
Strangeness
and Charm
balance
the time
between#FP #mpy

— Ay (@aault8) March 20, 2015

There were tire tracks but no dust; she'd cried too many tears to wash away her trail, and too few to leave it unmarked. #FP #vss

— Ay (@aault8) March 20, 2015

Our inner and outer selves push through the obstinate crowd, exhausted arms reaching, finally grasping each other's hands in relief. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) May 15, 2015

For how many years did the trains go through town before they realized the conductors were dead? It wasn't oil leaking on the tracks. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) June 13, 2015

She licked the salt from her claws, slowly, deliberately looking into the eyes of the human.
"I wonder what she thinks about?"
Supper. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) June 20, 2015

Some use runes, others, the stars…

I divine from cat hair. #FP #vss #humor

— Ay (@aault8) June 20, 2015

Though deaf, he knew without hearing when it was time to turn off the kettle. This trick, his daily tea, would blow his cover someday. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) June 20, 2015

I carved stars in the sky, but the night just puddled in my hands. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) June 26, 2015

The sky fell down now and then. Peace for days, then our roofs would bounce up and down so quickly. Our world, Calculator, would remain. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) June 26, 2015

"I Carved Out Stars From the Sky"; the poem that inspired today's #FP #poetry #weeklypoem http://t.co/EJE7EvmnZT

— Ay (@aault8) June 27, 2015

I built a castle of windows
left one open, always, for you
Even came to your gate, twice,
but you threw rocks
from behind taller walls. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) July 10, 2015

If she breathed in slow motion, a world could live and die in each breath. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) July 10, 2015

I have a box labeled "Love Letters."

You have a box labeled "Trash."#FP

— Ay (@aault8) July 17, 2015

Clip-clip. Clip. Drop.

Pieces of herself-her very cells-fell into the trash can, one by one.

Her toes were long overdue for a pedicure.#FP

— Ay (@aault8) July 17, 2015

After every cycle, they would awake to find more trash on their planet, covered in glyphs: NASA and USA. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) July 17, 2015

She wasn't just hitting snooze. In her sleepy daze she failed to notice that time reset every 15 minutes. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) July 24, 2015

"I admit I'm not much of a planner. Each lifetime I fell into stepping in between the clouds."

"Ah yes. Mind the gap." #FP

— Ay (@aault8) July 24, 2015

Diamonds shine through sand
in between waves washing closer
I stand, cooled, cleaned, here.#FP #mpy #haiku

— Ay (@aault8) July 24, 2015

INVITATION:

Bonfire Friday 10pm
Field on Route 45
BYOB&B
(Bring your own beer and baggage)#FP

— Ay (@aault8) July 31, 2015

Baggage
is an empty suitcase
in an all too empty closet.#FP

— Ay (@aault8) July 31, 2015

One man's baggage is another man's treasure.

Or garbage. Depends what you're into. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) July 31, 2015

#HeartSoup #FieryVerse #WrittenRiver, etc: 2014 archives

December 18, 2014December 18, 2014 ~ Ay ~ Leave a comment

In my cup the fog swirls in, a tiny ecosystem hidden, slowly. I inhale The sun rises. I sip, sacrifices are made. #HeartSoup

— Ay (@aault8) April 25, 2014

It's a risky burden to ask for a heart. It's a risky burden to keep it. #HeartSoup

— Ay (@aault8) May 1, 2014

On her lips she wore the invisible stain, a tattoo, a memory, hers to remain. #HeartSoup

— Ay (@aault8) May 6, 2014

Soon would come the naked taste of summer: salt, sand, and sweat. #HeartSoup

— Ay (@aault8) May 6, 2014

A restless rhumba between heart and mind Twisting, spinning, beading perspiration, no destination And it suits you fine. #HeartSoup

— Ay (@aault8) May 7, 2014

Let them scream, the masses weep, shaking, as they breathe Relive the torrent that was the bittersweetness of Love, Our story. #HeartSoup

— Ay (@aault8) June 5, 2014

Untie this ribbon of wishes loop from loop Spin me, slowly until we need wish no more #HeartSoup #micropoetry

— Ay (@aault8) June 10, 2014

Here are my dreams, wrapped in paper hopes, tied with ribbons of wishes, gifted to the winds of fate. #HeartSoup #micropoetry

— Ay (@aault8) June 10, 2014

I ran into the woods, Scattered pebbles like bread crumbs, Daring humanity to find me. #HeartSoup #FP

— Ay (@aault8) June 20, 2014

My way lies in flight over trees and mountains Only the ocean an obstacle embodiment of time waves of gravity I wait on the shore #HeartSoup

— Ay (@aault8) June 27, 2014

Mind knew not to defy Heart nor ask why it wandered this way or that. Heart only looked back when it stumbled. #HeartSoup #WrittenRiver

— Ay (@aault8) December 15, 2014

This heart speaks With a rhythm Beating, never silent Speeding to tell you With a pulse Quicker: Hello. #fieryverse #micropoetry

— Ay (@aault8) July 1, 2014

2014 #FP archive

December 18, 2014December 18, 2014 ~ Ay ~ Leave a comment

Focus gently through a coffee-soaked dawn Blood pulsing, body still, mind pulling the threads of their dreams Seeing, knowing, spinning #FP

— Ay (@aault8) March 21, 2014

There were plenty of fish in the sea, she knew. But her fins were made to glide through air. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) March 28, 2014

Her heart rained, freely falling But all were closed, umbrellas high All but one, face to the sky #FP

— Ay (@aault8) March 28, 2014

Two roads diverged w/in my mind and neither one I traveled by Instead my feet were in control They knew a path I didn't know #FP #HeartSoup

— Ay (@aault8) May 2, 2014

I ran into the woods, Scattered pebbles like bread crumbs, Daring humanity to find me. #HeartSoup #FP

— Ay (@aault8) June 20, 2014

I looked through the glass for years until I realized which side of the window I lived. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) June 27, 2014

I shared thunder with time, ran along curves of the galaxy, but the isolation of Earth haunted me until the end. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) August 22, 2014

Back and forth through space and time; if only my body could travel like mind. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) October 17, 2014

He didn't believe her whole heart could open to him. Maybe not, but she showed him her chest would. #FP pic.twitter.com/UVkhgJGSz3

— Ay (@aault8) October 31, 2014

Dec 12, 2014 #FP : here

12/12/14 #FP round-up

December 17, 2014December 17, 2014 ~ Ay ~ 3 Comments

Blackness didn't dissipate immediately when she woke. She breathed thick, dusty air and tried to figure out where in time she'd slipped. #FP

— Ay (@aault8) December 12, 2014

I sent my heart in the mail but lost the tracking number and there's no guarantee of receipt. #poetry #mpy #FP

— Ay (@aault8) December 12, 2014

Written by Ay

Poetry and ponderings between cat fluff and tea leaves

Micropoetry & #FP

2015 #FP Archive Part 2

2015 #FP Archive Part 1

#HeartSoup #FieryVerse #WrittenRiver, etc: 2014 archives

2014 #FP archive

12/12/14 #FP round-up