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BACK TO THE HUM. Content Warning.
This is a Syfy romance story about two birds who fell in love long ago when they met in a bird shop. Now, Lulu appears again in OUTSTAGES CAFE as a beautiful woman with a bird head. Sweetie & Lulu meet once again. Sweetie was reincarnated as Sweetie. Lulu was reincarnated as a lady with a bird head. This is a fictional Syfy created from my dreams and my very smart parakeet, Sweetie Bird.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
When Time Stood Still
The room was loud, but I heard nothing. A hundred faces blurred to air and color— then there was you. Just you. The clock forgot its ticking, my breath caught mid-rise, and all the noise turned cotton-soft like a dream pretending to be real.
By Solene Hartabout a year ago in Poets
Viola's Purple Veil. Top Story - August 2025. Content Warning.
This was created by Vicki, me. I am no longer producing a paranormal channel with my friend. It is all about Trusselli Art, music, art, film, and progressive politics. I like to create art reflecting truth, fantasy, metaphors, innuendos and manifestations of art and dreams. I bring my dreams to life through my art. I want to share, be cool, creative, paranormal, and be in a paint bucket of life.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The Clock That Forgot to Tick
The clock above the doorway stands, Its hands still locked, like folded hands. No ticking sound, no steady beat, Just silent hours in soft defeat. It stopped the day you walked away, And froze the world in shades of gray. No morning came, no evening passed, Just moments trapped, forever fast. I dust it off but let it sleep, A quiet secret that I keep. Its face reflects my silent ache, A wound of time that will not break. I count the days without a chime, Each second lost, a stitched-up rhyme. You took the time we used to share, Left hollow space and still air. Yet part of me still hopes one day, You’ll turn the key and look my way. And maybe then, the clock will click— A heart reborn, a brand-new tick.
By Solene Hartabout a year ago in Poets
They Told me Truth was a Casualty
I was going through old photos and thought about when I worked at Universal Studios Hollywood, which was years ago in the 90s. Now It is 2025 and I am 75. I don’t like to talk about myself, but I remember a lot of good times. We laughed, cried, danced, and worked our booties off. It is pleasant. I turned off the news. We all need to laugh a little, think about the good times for a bit, but VOTE BLUE.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Blink in Time. Content Warning.
This was created today after working on another video that went south for a while. I thought about my tooth pain and the wealthy and their sadistic grins as they stomped on the ants, and all I gain is tooth pain. It is commentary written from my tooth pain brain of dreams of extreme pain and extreme society pain of grief, power, greed, destruction, and fucking rainbows. We will rise. Ants build colonies to the top of the highest building in Manhattan throwing over the few elite white small, tooled patriarchy men.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
