Kymaero
@kymaero.bsky.social
Writer, English teacher, TTRPG player
Currently writing about zombies in space
Currently writing about zombies in space
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Reposted by Kymaero
soon may the wellerman come
your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
so much to do, so much to see
to bring us sugar and rum and tea
we'll take our leave and go
you'll never shine if you don't glow
your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
so much to do, so much to see
to bring us sugar and rum and tea
we'll take our leave and go
you'll never shine if you don't glow
November 11, 2025 at 3:19 PM
soon may the wellerman come
your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
so much to do, so much to see
to bring us sugar and rum and tea
we'll take our leave and go
you'll never shine if you don't glow
your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
so much to do, so much to see
to bring us sugar and rum and tea
we'll take our leave and go
you'll never shine if you don't glow
#measure for measure
what can we agree on?
everything decays, orbits shift
even February twitches a little to the left
every four years. tiny imperfections
in the lens, and each lens made of
different space dust. the calibration
off, just a smidge of a gap,
and the tower leans.
#vss365 #poetry 1/2
what can we agree on?
everything decays, orbits shift
even February twitches a little to the left
every four years. tiny imperfections
in the lens, and each lens made of
different space dust. the calibration
off, just a smidge of a gap,
and the tower leans.
#vss365 #poetry 1/2
November 11, 2025 at 8:17 AM
November 11, 2025 at 7:19 AM
the #geography of grief
is like the ocean floor, it looks
flat through the waves of pain
but each new step could take you
off a cliff
into a riptide
back to shore
but it's hard to know your direction
in the storm
#vss365 #poetry
is like the ocean floor, it looks
flat through the waves of pain
but each new step could take you
off a cliff
into a riptide
back to shore
but it's hard to know your direction
in the storm
#vss365 #poetry
November 6, 2025 at 9:19 AM
the #geography of grief
is like the ocean floor, it looks
flat through the waves of pain
but each new step could take you
off a cliff
into a riptide
back to shore
but it's hard to know your direction
in the storm
#vss365 #poetry
is like the ocean floor, it looks
flat through the waves of pain
but each new step could take you
off a cliff
into a riptide
back to shore
but it's hard to know your direction
in the storm
#vss365 #poetry
The summertime planet was #famous for its festival, an all-summer bacchanalia staffed by "sirens." It was even more famous for its propensity to disappear to another corner of the universe for the rest of the year. What happened then was between the terrabaron and his staff, drowning in NDAs #vss365
November 5, 2025 at 9:35 AM
The summertime planet was #famous for its festival, an all-summer bacchanalia staffed by "sirens." It was even more famous for its propensity to disappear to another corner of the universe for the rest of the year. What happened then was between the terrabaron and his staff, drowning in NDAs #vss365
his #education on the job
was blunt and brief -
"keep yer fingers outta the machine,"
but contingencies, contingencies
and no time to waste meant
his hand chased down any issue,
daily emergencies building until
the steel got a taste for his tissue
#vss365 #poetry
was blunt and brief -
"keep yer fingers outta the machine,"
but contingencies, contingencies
and no time to waste meant
his hand chased down any issue,
daily emergencies building until
the steel got a taste for his tissue
#vss365 #poetry
November 4, 2025 at 9:12 AM
his #education on the job
was blunt and brief -
"keep yer fingers outta the machine,"
but contingencies, contingencies
and no time to waste meant
his hand chased down any issue,
daily emergencies building until
the steel got a taste for his tissue
#vss365 #poetry
was blunt and brief -
"keep yer fingers outta the machine,"
but contingencies, contingencies
and no time to waste meant
his hand chased down any issue,
daily emergencies building until
the steel got a taste for his tissue
#vss365 #poetry
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November 2, 2025 at 4:05 PM
Reposted by Kymaero
I am the very model of an ancient trunkless leg of stone,
My shattered visage lies half buried with a sandy sneering frown,
The sculptor carved my arrogance upon these broken lifeless things,
My name is Ozymandias, the self-describèd King of Kings!
My shattered visage lies half buried with a sandy sneering frown,
The sculptor carved my arrogance upon these broken lifeless things,
My name is Ozymandias, the self-describèd King of Kings!
October 30, 2025 at 12:49 PM
I am the very model of an ancient trunkless leg of stone,
My shattered visage lies half buried with a sandy sneering frown,
The sculptor carved my arrogance upon these broken lifeless things,
My name is Ozymandias, the self-describèd King of Kings!
My shattered visage lies half buried with a sandy sneering frown,
The sculptor carved my arrogance upon these broken lifeless things,
My name is Ozymandias, the self-describèd King of Kings!
every day is #Halloween
a chill in the air
my face a mask of makeup
as I don my costume
tying it all together
with a pearl necklace
and a smile to rival a vampire's –
dead inside
#vss365 #poetry
a chill in the air
my face a mask of makeup
as I don my costume
tying it all together
with a pearl necklace
and a smile to rival a vampire's –
dead inside
#vss365 #poetry
October 31, 2025 at 7:07 AM
every day is #Halloween
a chill in the air
my face a mask of makeup
as I don my costume
tying it all together
with a pearl necklace
and a smile to rival a vampire's –
dead inside
#vss365 #poetry
a chill in the air
my face a mask of makeup
as I don my costume
tying it all together
with a pearl necklace
and a smile to rival a vampire's –
dead inside
#vss365 #poetry
it was a little #experiment:
tied the key to my happiness
to a hope as flimsy and faraway as a kite
no insight into the storm.
the lightning was galvanizing, though
my hope was, in the end, charred
#vss365 #poetry
tied the key to my happiness
to a hope as flimsy and faraway as a kite
no insight into the storm.
the lightning was galvanizing, though
my hope was, in the end, charred
#vss365 #poetry
October 28, 2025 at 7:12 AM
it was a little #experiment:
tied the key to my happiness
to a hope as flimsy and faraway as a kite
no insight into the storm.
the lightning was galvanizing, though
my hope was, in the end, charred
#vss365 #poetry
tied the key to my happiness
to a hope as flimsy and faraway as a kite
no insight into the storm.
the lightning was galvanizing, though
my hope was, in the end, charred
#vss365 #poetry