a.d.
@admatthias.bsky.social
strolling thru meadows of melancholia,
gathering posies redolent of sorrow
~audhd~ocd~pdd~
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gathering posies redolent of sorrow
~audhd~ocd~pdd~
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Pinned
he knows what i am; ensorcelling me with my darkest fears & deepest desires. maim & gash, scratch & slash; until, #enchanted, i see his wisdom. he looks into my eyes from the reflection, & wishes #illicit destruction. flesh is there to tear & scar for a grimoire of spells unbroken
#vss365 #emoetry
#vss365 #emoetry
Reposted by a.d.
Summers breeze
And Winters chill
Both wear the #enchanted
On their sleeves
Bare limbs of trees
Snug in snowy blankets
And carefree blossoms
Swaying their perfume
In the air
Intoxicating us with their charm
We become magical
Stories in the making
#vss365 #poetry
And Winters chill
Both wear the #enchanted
On their sleeves
Bare limbs of trees
Snug in snowy blankets
And carefree blossoms
Swaying their perfume
In the air
Intoxicating us with their charm
We become magical
Stories in the making
#vss365 #poetry
February 16, 2026 at 4:14 PM
Summers breeze
And Winters chill
Both wear the #enchanted
On their sleeves
Bare limbs of trees
Snug in snowy blankets
And carefree blossoms
Swaying their perfume
In the air
Intoxicating us with their charm
We become magical
Stories in the making
#vss365 #poetry
And Winters chill
Both wear the #enchanted
On their sleeves
Bare limbs of trees
Snug in snowy blankets
And carefree blossoms
Swaying their perfume
In the air
Intoxicating us with their charm
We become magical
Stories in the making
#vss365 #poetry
he knows what i am; ensorcelling me with my darkest fears & deepest desires. maim & gash, scratch & slash; until, #enchanted, i see his wisdom. he looks into my eyes from the reflection, & wishes #illicit destruction. flesh is there to tear & scar for a grimoire of spells unbroken
#vss365 #emoetry
#vss365 #emoetry
February 16, 2026 at 5:34 PM
he knows what i am; ensorcelling me with my darkest fears & deepest desires. maim & gash, scratch & slash; until, #enchanted, i see his wisdom. he looks into my eyes from the reflection, & wishes #illicit destruction. flesh is there to tear & scar for a grimoire of spells unbroken
#vss365 #emoetry
#vss365 #emoetry
they take so much of you
and there's nothing left for me
my valentine
i take my pain and life away
carving hearts in splattered paint
my valentine
a #kiss to crystal burn to lips
the devil's deal with fresh red ink
my valentine
they took so much away from me
and now there's nothing left
#vss365
and there's nothing left for me
my valentine
i take my pain and life away
carving hearts in splattered paint
my valentine
a #kiss to crystal burn to lips
the devil's deal with fresh red ink
my valentine
they took so much away from me
and now there's nothing left
#vss365
February 15, 2026 at 12:48 AM
Reposted by a.d.
no man
could hold her heart
so she tied it
to a string
and from a wound
in the sky
that black-lipped oyster
gifted her
a dark moon
her midnight lover
a tahitian pearl
now resting
in the hollow
of her neck
a raven's kiss
#vss365
could hold her heart
so she tied it
to a string
and from a wound
in the sky
that black-lipped oyster
gifted her
a dark moon
her midnight lover
a tahitian pearl
now resting
in the hollow
of her neck
a raven's kiss
#vss365
February 14, 2026 at 4:09 AM
no man
could hold her heart
so she tied it
to a string
and from a wound
in the sky
that black-lipped oyster
gifted her
a dark moon
her midnight lover
a tahitian pearl
now resting
in the hollow
of her neck
a raven's kiss
#vss365
could hold her heart
so she tied it
to a string
and from a wound
in the sky
that black-lipped oyster
gifted her
a dark moon
her midnight lover
a tahitian pearl
now resting
in the hollow
of her neck
a raven's kiss
#vss365
Reposted by a.d.
wider
than the spread of pages bent with sciatic groan
desire hoked, still mine to slake & you
enriched in text count iambic thrusts as sweat pools in the #lacuna of our appendices
what need have we for notes?
when foxed hearts clasp the thread so well
#vss365 #poetry #textualhealing
than the spread of pages bent with sciatic groan
desire hoked, still mine to slake & you
enriched in text count iambic thrusts as sweat pools in the #lacuna of our appendices
what need have we for notes?
when foxed hearts clasp the thread so well
#vss365 #poetry #textualhealing
February 14, 2026 at 7:29 AM
wider
than the spread of pages bent with sciatic groan
desire hoked, still mine to slake & you
enriched in text count iambic thrusts as sweat pools in the #lacuna of our appendices
what need have we for notes?
when foxed hearts clasp the thread so well
#vss365 #poetry #textualhealing
than the spread of pages bent with sciatic groan
desire hoked, still mine to slake & you
enriched in text count iambic thrusts as sweat pools in the #lacuna of our appendices
what need have we for notes?
when foxed hearts clasp the thread so well
#vss365 #poetry #textualhealing
Reposted by a.d.
call her child
our #lips a prism to cast
for bright & blind
a kind justice
strands dyed to match the shade spun by girlhood
(woody notes
in the cotton)
& sons
(wouldn’t)
& mothers
(should’ve)
& daughters
(didn’t)
& fathers
(couldn’t)
speak now
call her child
kiss it better
#vss365 #rage
our #lips a prism to cast
for bright & blind
a kind justice
strands dyed to match the shade spun by girlhood
(woody notes
in the cotton)
& sons
(wouldn’t)
& mothers
(should’ve)
& daughters
(didn’t)
& fathers
(couldn’t)
speak now
call her child
kiss it better
#vss365 #rage
February 14, 2026 at 8:38 AM
a morning like any other—
counting uncountable grievances
in the silence of darkness
entertaining intrusive thoughts
with mays, mights, & maybes
cutting away the #kiss of sunlight
who steals a pound of flesh
waiting, suffering the coming #wither
as it corrupts the final wish
#vss365 #wildwalkprompt
counting uncountable grievances
in the silence of darkness
entertaining intrusive thoughts
with mays, mights, & maybes
cutting away the #kiss of sunlight
who steals a pound of flesh
waiting, suffering the coming #wither
as it corrupts the final wish
#vss365 #wildwalkprompt
February 14, 2026 at 12:09 PM
a morning like any other—
counting uncountable grievances
in the silence of darkness
entertaining intrusive thoughts
with mays, mights, & maybes
cutting away the #kiss of sunlight
who steals a pound of flesh
waiting, suffering the coming #wither
as it corrupts the final wish
#vss365 #wildwalkprompt
counting uncountable grievances
in the silence of darkness
entertaining intrusive thoughts
with mays, mights, & maybes
cutting away the #kiss of sunlight
who steals a pound of flesh
waiting, suffering the coming #wither
as it corrupts the final wish
#vss365 #wildwalkprompt
Reposted by a.d.
February 13, 2026 at 2:51 PM
Reposted by a.d.
Under a sunset on Laguna beach, I heard a sirens song. But, there was a long #lacuna within.
I think she was tired of being forlorn. So I dived in, saying “I’ll be your king!”
She said in a thick cockney accent; “ na luv, I’m 4 undred yrs old! Your too young, soz.”
#vss365 #microfiction #vss
I think she was tired of being forlorn. So I dived in, saying “I’ll be your king!”
She said in a thick cockney accent; “ na luv, I’m 4 undred yrs old! Your too young, soz.”
#vss365 #microfiction #vss
February 13, 2026 at 11:04 AM
Under a sunset on Laguna beach, I heard a sirens song. But, there was a long #lacuna within.
I think she was tired of being forlorn. So I dived in, saying “I’ll be your king!”
She said in a thick cockney accent; “ na luv, I’m 4 undred yrs old! Your too young, soz.”
#vss365 #microfiction #vss
I think she was tired of being forlorn. So I dived in, saying “I’ll be your king!”
She said in a thick cockney accent; “ na luv, I’m 4 undred yrs old! Your too young, soz.”
#vss365 #microfiction #vss
Reposted by a.d.
∴ sails billow, grayveined
lacuna of gods admits
we unmoor as one
hands forsworn, spinning
stars through windfallow armor
wholeborne yestermore ∴
#vss365 #haikufeels #thingstowriteabout
lacuna of gods admits
we unmoor as one
hands forsworn, spinning
stars through windfallow armor
wholeborne yestermore ∴
#vss365 #haikufeels #thingstowriteabout
February 13, 2026 at 6:13 PM
∴ sails billow, grayveined
lacuna of gods admits
we unmoor as one
hands forsworn, spinning
stars through windfallow armor
wholeborne yestermore ∴
#vss365 #haikufeels #thingstowriteabout
lacuna of gods admits
we unmoor as one
hands forsworn, spinning
stars through windfallow armor
wholeborne yestermore ∴
#vss365 #haikufeels #thingstowriteabout
such is the horror
and silent sob to the sky
a pond is born of #raindrops
in an insignificant #lacuna
cut into the irrelevance
that is a worthless, granite face
beauty swells in the tragedy
of a #glowing moon
and the reflective third eye
now staring back at her
#vss365 #emoetry
#wildwalkprompt
and silent sob to the sky
a pond is born of #raindrops
in an insignificant #lacuna
cut into the irrelevance
that is a worthless, granite face
beauty swells in the tragedy
of a #glowing moon
and the reflective third eye
now staring back at her
#vss365 #emoetry
#wildwalkprompt
February 13, 2026 at 12:55 PM
such is the horror
and silent sob to the sky
a pond is born of #raindrops
in an insignificant #lacuna
cut into the irrelevance
that is a worthless, granite face
beauty swells in the tragedy
of a #glowing moon
and the reflective third eye
now staring back at her
#vss365 #emoetry
#wildwalkprompt
and silent sob to the sky
a pond is born of #raindrops
in an insignificant #lacuna
cut into the irrelevance
that is a worthless, granite face
beauty swells in the tragedy
of a #glowing moon
and the reflective third eye
now staring back at her
#vss365 #emoetry
#wildwalkprompt
Reposted by a.d.
Yesterday
I heard the offbeat
sound,
grass growing
as all I touched
turned violent hatred,
I lived in Dostoevsky
and died in Woolf;
that was my
heart breaking
and the stones filling my
pockets
maybe I am the criminal
and my life is the sentence
#bedroomeyes #vssdaily #vss365 #faesense #poetry
I heard the offbeat
sound,
grass growing
as all I touched
turned violent hatred,
I lived in Dostoevsky
and died in Woolf;
that was my
heart breaking
and the stones filling my
pockets
maybe I am the criminal
and my life is the sentence
#bedroomeyes #vssdaily #vss365 #faesense #poetry
February 11, 2026 at 6:06 PM
Yesterday
I heard the offbeat
sound,
grass growing
as all I touched
turned violent hatred,
I lived in Dostoevsky
and died in Woolf;
that was my
heart breaking
and the stones filling my
pockets
maybe I am the criminal
and my life is the sentence
#bedroomeyes #vssdaily #vss365 #faesense #poetry
I heard the offbeat
sound,
grass growing
as all I touched
turned violent hatred,
I lived in Dostoevsky
and died in Woolf;
that was my
heart breaking
and the stones filling my
pockets
maybe I am the criminal
and my life is the sentence
#bedroomeyes #vssdaily #vss365 #faesense #poetry
my eyes look raw
in the phones reflection
no smile, no #empathy
devoid of curiosity
touched in the brain pan
#ridges turning into plains
the synapses smooth
to the erosion
of an aching wind
in search of meaning
or a wish to carry
...or even a leaf to chase
#vss365 #touch
#emoetry #wildwalkprompt
in the phones reflection
no smile, no #empathy
devoid of curiosity
touched in the brain pan
#ridges turning into plains
the synapses smooth
to the erosion
of an aching wind
in search of meaning
or a wish to carry
...or even a leaf to chase
#vss365 #touch
#emoetry #wildwalkprompt
February 12, 2026 at 12:32 AM
Reposted by a.d.
licking ash and #bones
a burning sunset of mayhemic fangs
its rictus, iron maw sears; mocking me
disabusing my fear
with ember remembrances
in a sermon of lashing tongues
it crackles accusations
from long-wronged voices
and i'm deafened by its taunts
submitting to its fiery recompense
#vss365
a burning sunset of mayhemic fangs
its rictus, iron maw sears; mocking me
disabusing my fear
with ember remembrances
in a sermon of lashing tongues
it crackles accusations
from long-wronged voices
and i'm deafened by its taunts
submitting to its fiery recompense
#vss365
February 9, 2026 at 12:35 PM
i am only small
her hand, it trembles so
—why does mummy cry
#completethehaiga 137
#haiga #haiku #poetry
her hand, it trembles so
—why does mummy cry
#completethehaiga 137
#haiga #haiku #poetry
February 8, 2026 at 11:53 PM
i am only small
her hand, it trembles so
—why does mummy cry
#completethehaiga 137
#haiga #haiku #poetry
her hand, it trembles so
—why does mummy cry
#completethehaiga 137
#haiga #haiku #poetry
Reposted by a.d.
#vss365
Her #blood is singing.
She senses me, the fire inside causing the vein in her neck to throb. It's not that I'm hungry, but the hum underneath her skin is maddening. I cross the room unseen, hidden between the soft beats of time. I am the deep shadows behind the curtain. We disappear.
Her #blood is singing.
She senses me, the fire inside causing the vein in her neck to throb. It's not that I'm hungry, but the hum underneath her skin is maddening. I cross the room unseen, hidden between the soft beats of time. I am the deep shadows behind the curtain. We disappear.
February 7, 2026 at 4:14 AM
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February 7, 2026 at 6:09 AM
Reposted by a.d.
& there you were
outside being bound
flesh, blood & bones
a shimmer skin poem
a malleable universe
of infinite switches
tingle limb-ing whims, witches
we recite death
as a finality
because in a version of life
we are mad scramblers
the nautilus curled long lines
of hungry mouths
#vss365
outside being bound
flesh, blood & bones
a shimmer skin poem
a malleable universe
of infinite switches
tingle limb-ing whims, witches
we recite death
as a finality
because in a version of life
we are mad scramblers
the nautilus curled long lines
of hungry mouths
#vss365
a black and white photo of a woman with a map on her face
Alt: a black and white photo of a woman with a map of ley lines moving over her face
media.tenor.com
February 7, 2026 at 3:40 PM
& there you were
outside being bound
flesh, blood & bones
a shimmer skin poem
a malleable universe
of infinite switches
tingle limb-ing whims, witches
we recite death
as a finality
because in a version of life
we are mad scramblers
the nautilus curled long lines
of hungry mouths
#vss365
outside being bound
flesh, blood & bones
a shimmer skin poem
a malleable universe
of infinite switches
tingle limb-ing whims, witches
we recite death
as a finality
because in a version of life
we are mad scramblers
the nautilus curled long lines
of hungry mouths
#vss365