L. M. Shayle

Self-publishing my trilogy of short stories has been a great experience. Thank you so much to everyone who gave my collection of horror, wholesomeness, humor, & whimsy a shot & for the heartwarming reviews! 🧡 For anyone interested, check my website! lmshayle.com

evening rain traces the shape of thought on firm ground drops jump together each one a brief decision the spirit makes in motion #DailyHaikuPrompt #evening_rain #tankaThursday #jump #vss365 #together #tanka 📸 from Pinterest

after the lightening the sound of dew dripping off bamboo Buson

Skull full of pennies Intelligence a mirage Lies glued together #vss365 #2wordprompt #haikuchallenge

My horror novel, The Coma Lights. Print it. Download it free from KU. Or have the brilliant voice artist Margaret Pavao read it to you on Audible. amazon.com/The-Coma-Light…

Above the heavens where eagles soar but seldom dare snow-capped peaks pierce skies of deepest blue Where #violets bloom few and fair the wind blows clean the soul runs true The mind knows peace unburdened, bare my heart, it dwells forever there. ~rev #vss365 📸 self

dapper crimson soaked ascot camisole draped of tender flesh offal of 3 days rot tongue dances on cracked lips hands glide, her swaying hips rising dead of #violet dread cured soul on the devil’s pyre not a whisper or psalm read the 2, a castle they build a cursed shire #vss365

growth that does not glow but oh you can feel so much making space within that sets you just about ok with what’s around you and with you

I'm at a point where love feels rocky, a fiery stream of problems burns between us. Still, I hope for drops of love, enough to ripple through the dark, and glow #violet. This hope keeps breaking. Now I stand at a crossroad wondering hold on, or let go to prove my love? #vss365

The night wasn’t still —   it was quiet, brushed in #violet, deepening blue,   resting beside marooned emotions. Bereft — not of feeling,   but of form. I doubt,   and yet,   I am empty… #vss365

My horror novel, Resonance. Print it. Download it free from KU. Or have the brilliant voice artist Tania Mannion read it to you on Audible. amazon.com/Audible-Resona…

a violet grows through a crack in a stone wall bloom against the odds #vss365 #violet #Haiku #Naturephotography

Was I ever strong alone? I search For proof In the quiet I try to stand To see it clear The strength I need Is buried here I walk alone I don’t know how I must be strong Somehow I wish you were here Holding me dear I was strong back then But we were stronger #together #vss365

It can be a scary place We're heading for Daunting at least But hold my hand I've got yours tight We'll face old age #Together, a team Ready to weather Whatever it throws We won't survive, of course But what stories we'll have To tell before we go #vss365

violently, she reads tearing the pages free the smudged violet ink runs like a shoe lace fit to be tied she calls it a preseason for poetry games #vss365

no one warned me that missing you would feel this tender like you were written in the margins of my being long before I could read sometimes I wonder perhaps God was smiling when He made you

Slow to coddle the #violet red a breeze that the window reveals In a string of words written in pen this was everything draped across my hand Ground sand from stone It’s pieces scattered from sea to land That’s the story a magnet can hang #vss365 #FoxProse

Vastness of ocean Disconcertingly so No end Ever continuing Toward the horizon Never reached To set sail, On such, Is folly itself But she has A determined heart And Far more, A soul wishing Only freedom

In this tale of love, we become a patchwork— stitching ourselves into each other’s frayed edges of life.

Her fingers ran through the cropped strands on her head. The dye finally set, but it was more lavender than #violet. She frowned, trying to fix some of the stubborn curls at the front. The color wasn’t bad, but it didn’t make her complexion pop. And so, she hated it. #vss365

I asked to be a rose Turns out I'm only a violet Not less worthy But Quiet and content Being planted in the back of the box I still glisten As raindrops land on my petals And I don't really care anymore That I'm not a rose As long as I can make you smile #vss365