Click the link to see mine at the website and/or to make your own. Caveats: The sliders do not work on mobile last time I tried, but it seems there may have been some updates, so maybe they work now, I don’t know. Additionally, while I absolutely LOVE the idea and concept, those of us that are more fluid may have some trouble trying to decide whereto place the sliders. I certainly did. I kind of used the gender identity and expression sliders to approximate the likelihood of a given state, more or less.
So, I’ve revived the spirit of my old Mass Mosaic tile that lead to a lot of the poems you’ll find if you explore my site. I posted in a FaceBook Group of like-minded people and they flooded me with poetry prompts! I love it!
Any poems that will be posted that are/were a result of such prompt will be released into the public domain and credit will be acknowledged for the prompts where applicable. (Some prompters may wish to use pseudonyms or otherwise remain anonymous.)
The idea is that when I have collected enough of my poems (regardless of origin) I’ll publish them as a collected work, possibly featuring some of my photography.
jet black, inky darkness envelopes the last ounce of joy pure moments of true happiness are fleeting at best dull, lifeless routine, is de rigueur. how can anyone survive in this guise, let alone truly live?
Hiding. You deal with your depression by wearing a mask. No one ever knows you’re depressed, so no one can ever pity you. On the outside you’re calm and collected. Inside, your blood boils… But that’s ok, as long as everyone thinks you’re normal.
I look up, from the bed, lying in silken folds of fabric. The velvety golden-purple palette of sunset frames her obsidian silhouette. The soft, white halo surrounds the luscious curves of her body with perfection
A frozen moment, stained into memory, an oil painting without texture.