Bogus POETUS

Worship

I never consented to being a #second goddess, a fifth. An also ran in the race for your love. An option for those nights when none of the others would give you time of day.

If it worked for Yahweh, it’ll work for me.

Goodbye, good riddance.

#vss365

Makeover

See these Yeezy’s? 400 a pop. Paid for by drug money. If anyone should’ve gotten raped.. killed, should’ve been me. Not my rule-follower bleeding-heart sister.

Tell me again God is kind, loving, in his #frame work it is ALL good.. so I can give your face a makeover too. #vss365

Thor

"You thought you were getting Thor on your side. Instead you got a #thorn. He's a bully."

-Sometimes. He's hurting.-

"Toss him out."

It sounded easy in theory. You could tease out surface thorns. But what to do with burrs that wedged themselves deep under your skin? #vss365

Sanity

‪Don’t you see, anointing you The One was the best way they #sabotaged your sanity? Suddenly the world’s problems were yours and they sat watching you zoom around saving the world, waiting for you to implode on the weight of everyone else’s burdens. #vss365‬

Shadows on the Wall

Look! I’m BIG.

- The candle #magnifies you.

What’s that mean?

- You have a tiny candle and a small you. The wall’s far away so the shadow looks huge.

I love candles. It’s mommy’s last candle?

- Yeah, last one she made.

Will she come back dad?

- Don’t know son. #vss365

Romancing the writer

My #pseudonym and I are currently at cross purposes. I think the hot Russian model I chose to be her face put her on top of bestseller lists. I’m accused of plagiarism.

Then there are super fans who think we should get together because we sound so similar on the page. #vss365

The other side

Lying beneath a starlit sky. #Awe, oneness with the universe - I’ve experienced that. Not my place to comprehend why this happens.

One day, I want the veil to fall and see what’s on the other side. Or to discover there was no other side to begin with.

#vss365

Ask me no questions

You can read my stories on one condition. No #questions. No ‘Is this autobiographical? Who? Do I know them?’ Etcetera.

- Relax. Literally no one cares.

Unless I take you the point where you do.

- So you want me to? Care enough to ask?

I said no questions.

A Bad Bangin'

Gerry was in the mood for some NSA fun, so he posted on Craigslist personals.

The cops came a-bangin' on his doors, asking to inspect his home, or else.

Instead of '#craving a warm body tonight', he'd said 'carving a warm body tonight'. #vss365

Lint

‪You’re the only collector of #pocket lint I’ve known. You snipped out the pockets of every one of my pants the day you left.

I get it, girl. No pockets, no lint, no collectors. That lint jar still sits in my study. One woman’s trash, no one’s treasure. #vss 365‬

Sketch

‘Why does every #sketch look like her?’ she demanded.

I thought it prudent to keep my mouth shut. Really, how to explain that my hands never forgot the shape of my first love, my eternal muse? #vss365

Who does Jesus love?

- But nana, I really am the best in math. Stop! Jesus loves #humble children. He doesn’t like brags. Let others realize on their own - - If they don’t? Work harder. Years later, I watched the brags move up in life. God must hate them , I thought with glee.

#vss365 #tweetsweet

The only constant - Change

A story in 3 Tweets. Edited slightly from how I first published them on Twitter.

Part 1:

Yes, I’m sure I have the only room key. This station’s dead now, was the terminus till they extended Silver Line. A vase was moved? - Moves. Every day. To the table, into the sink. #Listen, I’m tired of talking to a new agent every day. Where’s Moylen? Who’s that?

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Part 2:

Tara today, yesterday Moylen. Acting like they understand. I #orient myself to the new world each day, but it’s a new railroad, a new map, the moved vase. They don’t know what it is to be me, the only constant in a changing universe. I’m scared I’ve been changing too.

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Part 3:

Moylen, Tara. Agent X tomorrow. I’ll bludgeon the sap to death with the glass vase. No one will know. Truth is there’s no rules. I try to #improvise, but no one cares.

You ask if this will ever end? It’s Newtonian really. Cause, effect.

Stop moving my vase, I'll stop my calls. #vss365

Consensus

Can’t #overlook this - he’s fucked half the women in the office. Consensual? Yes. Works till it doesn’t - his poetry, the lost puppy look. They find out he’s married. The Other Other women. They show up at my desk - HR! Help! He’s a legit asshat - But a legal one.

Revenge is best served sweet

He parked like a fuckin’ asshole. It was a he? He, she. It. Fuckin’ matters? It’s mental, straddling two parking spots like that. Please tell me you didn’t start a fight. Or key the car. Course not. I just went back and smothered the windshield in maple #syrup.

Excisions

- It’s too much. The roots are beginning to rot, ma’am. You’re risking an infection. - Cutting them out will definitely kill him. Maybe. - He never felt he #belonged so he attached himself to me. Excising him may save you. Both of you. #vss365 #writerscommunity

She

#she stumbled upon a technique to grow her own wings. They’re light but strong, alloyed with empathy. The takeoffs are short of spectacular - a run, flapping. Sometimes she falls. But she steadies herself, runs, flaps again and she’s off. The youngins watch and learn. #vss365

Sweet poisons

..the #epitome of busy..forgot baby in car..shopping..died. Tell them what I bought, Jo’s eyes begged her lawyer. Antifreeze, cos Wiki said it’s a sweet poison. I wanted to give us a sweet last meal. He ignored her. Busy-mom worked better with juries than suicide-bitch.#vss365

Saying it with dots and dashes

.. .-.. -- ...- . .-- ---..- -Another project? <silence> -Pretty card though. Ed placed it on the mantel. Roz sighed. These days he didn’t get her in plain English; there was no way he’d painstakingly decode Morse’s #dots and dashes. Could? Yes. Would? No. #vss365 #canyou