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@nosebleedclub
April prompts
Draw a card
Two cats
Microcosmic
Fishnets
Arise
Ordinary time
Emotional intelligence
Flatlands
Gall
Sea people
Industrial smoke
Does it matter anymore?
Highest peak
Draw your sword
Lick
Stupor
Snoop
Biblical flood
Headquarters
On a platter
First flowers
Silvery
House finch
Warring kingdom
Rotting beams
Bagworm
Foal
Discernment
Equation
Draw the curtains
day 9...
withdrawal symptoms
the nag of pain in the left lower back, a place for your head to rest after collapse. the glassy haze of eyes as sunlight punishes for the gall of your stupid yearning. dry mouthed mornings and how quietly a single level house holds scattered jars of need. the nascent night sweats over vivid dreamscapes, lingered lilts escaped through keyholes, burrowed into another bedframe. these shivers will subside, will release your name like ashes into a pond's thick algae.
-kab
@nosebleedclub day 9 prompt
sea people
Sea people, singing softly on vessels to safeguard them from storms, from mermaids who would have them be forever lost.
Sea people, singing softly, uplifting the spirits of seamen who long for the comfort of home and are still months away from shore.
Sea people, singing softly on sea funerals so that at least some kindness goes with those who will never make it home.
Sea people, singing softly beneath the moon and stars and that merciless sun until their voices ache and forced to stop.
Sea people, singing softly even after they are old and only at home, no more vessels nor waves to ride anymore, just songs of the past.
~ Ely C. Winters. ( @nosebleedclub #10 )
putting you on a pedestal
there’s nothing you couldn’t do
devotion of the highest degree
i worship you on my knees
please, don’t tatter your image
please, don’t break me again
@nosebleedclub april 13 “highest peak”
What can we do when it’s this dark?
hold our breath, i think.
wait for a sliver of light (the gap of the door, the barest flutter of a dusty curtain). extend out a hand when it comes, blindly searching in the shadow until it melts into penumbra, shins knocking things into bruises and dust collecting at the grooves between the fingers.
reach for the doorknob even if you have to crawl towards it.
ordinary times
We held each other in ordinary times, in those moments between the silence and its breaking. During moments of calm and boredom; we held each other and while time might have been ordinary, the love that blossomed, isn't.
~ Ely C. Winters. ( @nosebleedclub #6 )
arise again
Life will trip you over and over again. Arise anyway.
Some days there will be stones upon your path that will dig into the soles of your shoes so you may stumble. If you do, arise anyway.
Be stubborn and brave to rise to dust yourself off after the hurt.
Stumbling is not permanent failure, whoever tells you it is, is lying to you. It's just a setback that lasts a few moments, so ignore everything and arise anyway.
Perfection from the jump is never the goal. Get going is.
Keep that in mind every time you fall and whimper in pain; it's not over, it's a try again, you can. Arise anyway and try again tomorrow, fail gloriously and then, arise again.
~ Ely C. Winters. ( @nosebleedclub #5 )
Two Cats I saw two cats in love with each other, Beneath the stars walking together. They made me think of us many years back, When life wasn’t so black. Now life is still too empty without you, And I can’t stop thinking about your eyes, so blue. Your probably watching me from above, Still being such a pretty star, forever being my love. ~S.VDP @nosebleedclub 6-4-2026
oh darling! how do I tell you that I am not made for ordinary time I have watched the years fall down my window chasing the hours I have left with you our love is an epic we have yet to live reaching across history sweeping through cities it demands a tapestry to be drawn upon I grasp at the red string knowing you are at the end of it
oh darling! how do I remind you that we were just as vicious and valiant as they thought ruthless, cunning, wicked - fearless, daring, brave we were free, once before time rattled the chains you cannot have me tame, my love and I cannot have you hiding so I run away wild hoping you will follow knowing you will not
oh darling! how do I convince you I would do it all again I am tired of reaching and not finding you next to me our love has outgrown this small town and I cannot survive another goodbye so I wait on your doorstep like when we were young waiting for you to come out and face the world with me
- ylm
Prompt: ordinary time - @nosebleedclub
Poem soundtrack: Oh Darling! as covered by Florence + the Machine // Halloween, Still, Come Over - by Noah Kahan
Two cats beneath the moon, singing to the night a mournful little sound.
~ Ely C. Winters [ @nosebleedclub #2 ]
something extra...
draw a card
blank face, undetermined value under sleight of hand, sharp edged, indiscriminate in indiscretions, all chips in, i bet on you, i keep count of heartbeats and your measured breaths in this basement full of unused lust, this pair of hearts under the pink moon of spring.
-kab
@nosebleedclub day 1 prompt
@nosebleedclub april 1st prompt - DRAW-A-CARD
Angel's Powder
--prompt from @nosebleedclub "repentance" (21 March)
I never quite repented for my childhood--why would I have to? I ate chocolate and tripped through daisy fields and forgot what an indoor voice was when fighting, but like a cool breath on a snowy day, it vanishes.
Heliotrope weeps from outside the window, their violet petals prostrating to the sun. I try to speak to it, but it turns its head away, because I forgot to sing my odes for her.
In the dust, I try to capture what was possible. Innocence shining through a mirror lined in silver, a swan which hasn't seen a bullet fly across the lake.
I spill my nail polish across my vanity; blood red liquid seeps through the handkerchief faster than I could collect it. As I curl my fingers, mourning the claws I've shaved off, I wished I had the strength to fight for the little girl I abandoned-- why must growing up require sacrifice?
The same knees that Begged amnesty, Suffered lashes from the rosary, Ripped by thorns of rose bushes,
Crawled to your altar— An oasis to sand-flecked lips— Bent to a new gospel, Exonerated between the Pews of your church
False gods are dead— All my prayers, Blood-soaked vows, A breath of whisper— Now offered to your Lipstick-smeared mouth
@nosebleedclub day 21: repentance
HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL
@nosebleedclub – 3/24/26
What’s on your mind right now?
it’s funny, the screen / makes your skin / look more tan and mine more pale / here’s a tale— the tail-end of a conversation we shouldn’t be having online / you’re mine, i think, i don’t know if i feel it. what i feel is / my heart is / always sinking / i am thinking / every time is the last time. love’s final rhyme. our holy crime is that your favourite scent is not mine / and my mind / is hell-sent. cursed. you are vexed i am hexed with memory and remembrance my god, he danced with you. a slew of colours faded / you sang he sang, where did he kiss you that i can’t / there is a chorus of demons in my chest / i know / the best way to kill myself is to ask—
do you love him? still?
day 23...
what can we do to feel alive again?
hotwire the heart in the deluge, sink below the flytraps, the spike lined ledges. our blue glisten at the cusp of fog's clearing. a skydive into disruption, second act gifted by her bee stung consuming. desert aversion at a seedy diner somewhere in the midwest. to become stained glass windows, our brilliant refraction creating its own waltz. hills and valleys to traverse, to claim in the swell of newness— to untether, unbruised in ocean swell.
-kab
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