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dáel writes poetry.
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i just know i am where i wanted to be
i just know, i've found it
if i ever fall to sleep eternally
i know it has to be here.

new state of mind (2019)
December 15, 2025 at 4:44 AM
A feeling that the only time she will ever truly be happy
and free from that vision that kills her while alive
will be once ascended, her body laying in my arms.

running towards the end of my own existence (unreleased)
December 15, 2025 at 2:03 AM
all the ways i try to break my own mind and constantly change
so at least i can feel like i'm doing something, like i'm still alive.

feel alive (2021)
December 14, 2025 at 10:22 PM
Why? Why do we allow this?
Why do we have deaf ears?
Why does nobody seem to do anything?

machine B (unreleased)
December 14, 2025 at 8:26 PM
now i know that, whatever it is that i want to be
if i want to be happy, i must keep being me.

metamorphosis (unreleased)
December 14, 2025 at 6:32 PM
I see ourselves shining like a second sun over the trees,
our bodies being slowly consumed by the Earth,
going back to its own roots, slowly forgetting us.

running towards the end of my own existence (unreleased)
December 14, 2025 at 4:28 PM
With childish innocence we close our eyes
as if reality dissipated out
of our empty eyes.
As if they did not exist anymore.

machine A (unreleased)
December 14, 2025 at 2:21 PM
i wonder if repeatedly watching myself
lose my personhood to prescribed medication
or lose my dignity to being ridiculed in public
count as a form of self-harm.

what do i do if all i fantasize about is vomiting blood? (2022)
December 14, 2025 at 12:46 PM
Your wings are broken, angel,
why are you here?
Open your eyes and answer me,
why does your heart beat again?

corrupted angels (2018)
December 14, 2025 at 10:24 AM
Perhaps it was just me.
Perhaps I was meant for something else.
Perhaps I never belonged to this world at all.

feel (2019)
December 14, 2025 at 8:30 AM
It has happened again.

come (2019)
December 14, 2025 at 6:35 AM
lvi. you ask yourself whether you've ever
had wings before, but you insist that it
could only be your imagination.
you've never had wings, have you?

a comprehensive guide (2020)
December 14, 2025 at 4:38 AM
Where would I go?
Perhaps celebrate you with my friends,
keeping your memory alive in me,
remembering how much I loved you.

maternal ii (unreleased)
December 14, 2025 at 2:05 AM
who knows if i have already
walked past my resting place?

new state of mind (2019)
December 13, 2025 at 10:22 PM
But the city makes us machine,
and to some of us, it makes us the rails
that the train runs over.

human 1511 (unreleased)
December 13, 2025 at 8:25 PM
i'm going to repeat these words
until they don't hurt anymore.
i'm going to pound my head
until i outnumber the scars they left.

broken pt. ii (2018)
December 13, 2025 at 6:31 PM
Think that the story
you read today is his, and it is written
on the cardboard boxes and the blankets
of those who we are unable to help.

human 1310 bis (unreleased)
December 13, 2025 at 4:28 PM
all the ways i try to break my own mind and constantly change
so at least i can feel like i'm doing something, like i'm still alive.

feel alive (2021)
December 13, 2025 at 2:22 PM
Liberation, liberation, liberation. Now more than anything I wanted to be free, but I felt so small inside that basement.

revelation i (unreleased)
December 13, 2025 at 12:46 PM
i'm sorry if i wasn't the best. you were.
let's meet again sometime.
see you (in vancouver).

i've stopped counting the days (2020)
December 13, 2025 at 10:24 AM
How do I stop forgetting, transforming?

five poems (2022)
December 13, 2025 at 8:30 AM
nothing is sacred;
not even the sheets
you go under in intimate
confession, sign of love,
caressing your skin like
the stars to our ground.

nothing is sacred (2021)
December 13, 2025 at 6:35 AM
Her corals turn bones in her water,
and algae form the muscular tissue,
while the fish become her stomach.

the sea, risen (2022)
December 13, 2025 at 4:29 AM
now i know that, whatever it is that i want to be
if i want to be happy, i must keep being me.

metamorphosis (unreleased)
December 13, 2025 at 3:18 AM
And I would move the stars,
I would arrange the sky,
for us
to constellate.

constellate pt. ii (2018)
December 13, 2025 at 1:52 AM