Kimberly Vanderhorst
@kymburlee.bsky.social
AuDHD author of poetry, prose, and magic.
Thinks you’re lovely and wants to tell you so. Book in link. 📖 🇨🇦 🏳️🌈 she/her/hers
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Thinks you’re lovely and wants to tell you so. Book in link. 📖 🇨🇦 🏳️🌈 she/her/hers
https://linktr.ee/kimberlyvanderhorst
Pinned
I am made fragile
by the beauty of the stars
by their sharp edges
and fierce burning
a glass heart cracking
beneath the weight
of the sky
#poetry
by the beauty of the stars
by their sharp edges
and fierce burning
a glass heart cracking
beneath the weight
of the sky
#poetry
February 17, 2026 at 3:32 AM
oh, love
I don’t know
how to belong
to you like this
you want
to hold me
but I am a
s c a t t e r i n g
in embryo and
your hands are
ever so small
and the sky
is ever so
vast
#poetry
I don’t know
how to belong
to you like this
you want
to hold me
but I am a
s c a t t e r i n g
in embryo and
your hands are
ever so small
and the sky
is ever so
vast
#poetry
February 14, 2026 at 2:04 AM
oh, love
I don’t know
how to belong
to you like this
you want
to hold me
but I am a
s c a t t e r i n g
in embryo and
your hands are
ever so small
and the sky
is ever so
vast
#poetry
I don’t know
how to belong
to you like this
you want
to hold me
but I am a
s c a t t e r i n g
in embryo and
your hands are
ever so small
and the sky
is ever so
vast
#poetry
A poem inspired by some of the strange men in my DM’s:
you came to me
on bended knee
supplicating to a throne
but I have never towered there
nor claimed you as my own
mine is not a kingdom
of peasants, toil, and strife
I have only ever wanted
to live a quiet life
#poetry 1/2
you came to me
on bended knee
supplicating to a throne
but I have never towered there
nor claimed you as my own
mine is not a kingdom
of peasants, toil, and strife
I have only ever wanted
to live a quiet life
#poetry 1/2
February 13, 2026 at 9:23 PM
A poem inspired by some of the strange men in my DM’s:
you came to me
on bended knee
supplicating to a throne
but I have never towered there
nor claimed you as my own
mine is not a kingdom
of peasants, toil, and strife
I have only ever wanted
to live a quiet life
#poetry 1/2
you came to me
on bended knee
supplicating to a throne
but I have never towered there
nor claimed you as my own
mine is not a kingdom
of peasants, toil, and strife
I have only ever wanted
to live a quiet life
#poetry 1/2
sometimes
my grief is
a loud thing
h o w l i n g
outside of
myself
more often
it is a forlorn creature
pressing its furrowed forehead
against the aching cage
of my rib bones
bereft
#poetry
my grief is
a loud thing
h o w l i n g
outside of
myself
more often
it is a forlorn creature
pressing its furrowed forehead
against the aching cage
of my rib bones
bereft
#poetry
February 13, 2026 at 3:13 AM
sometimes
my grief is
a loud thing
h o w l i n g
outside of
myself
more often
it is a forlorn creature
pressing its furrowed forehead
against the aching cage
of my rib bones
bereft
#poetry
my grief is
a loud thing
h o w l i n g
outside of
myself
more often
it is a forlorn creature
pressing its furrowed forehead
against the aching cage
of my rib bones
bereft
#poetry
February 11, 2026 at 1:00 AM
February 10, 2026 at 5:47 PM
oh, love
you were never meant
to fall from such a height
to soar on Icarus wings
into the scalding sun
find me on
the grounding ground, love
lay down with me
till we come
undone
#poetry
you were never meant
to fall from such a height
to soar on Icarus wings
into the scalding sun
find me on
the grounding ground, love
lay down with me
till we come
undone
#poetry
February 8, 2026 at 5:23 PM
oh, love
you were never meant
to fall from such a height
to soar on Icarus wings
into the scalding sun
find me on
the grounding ground, love
lay down with me
till we come
undone
#poetry
you were never meant
to fall from such a height
to soar on Icarus wings
into the scalding sun
find me on
the grounding ground, love
lay down with me
till we come
undone
#poetry
February 7, 2026 at 7:12 PM
February 6, 2026 at 8:13 PM
February 4, 2026 at 7:39 PM
February 4, 2026 at 1:12 AM
February 3, 2026 at 8:00 PM
In a parallel dimension, the ability to lie must be purchased. Dishonesty is a privilege only the wealthy can afford.
#TinyStories
#TinyStories
February 3, 2026 at 5:06 PM
In a parallel dimension, the ability to lie must be purchased. Dishonesty is a privilege only the wealthy can afford.
#TinyStories
#TinyStories
Reposted by Kimberly Vanderhorst
i scratched
at my heart
until a rare pearl
entered my soul
a smile turning winter
into muted golds,
a gentle w a v e
that stills the tide
#poetry
at my heart
until a rare pearl
entered my soul
a smile turning winter
into muted golds,
a gentle w a v e
that stills the tide
#poetry
February 2, 2026 at 9:31 PM
i scratched
at my heart
until a rare pearl
entered my soul
a smile turning winter
into muted golds,
a gentle w a v e
that stills the tide
#poetry
at my heart
until a rare pearl
entered my soul
a smile turning winter
into muted golds,
a gentle w a v e
that stills the tide
#poetry
she’s the sort of person
who picks up the petals
others have plucked
she tucks them
into slender glass vases
and ancient teacups
she is
a collector
of temporary treasures
#poetry
who picks up the petals
others have plucked
she tucks them
into slender glass vases
and ancient teacups
she is
a collector
of temporary treasures
#poetry
February 3, 2026 at 1:14 AM
she’s the sort of person
who picks up the petals
others have plucked
she tucks them
into slender glass vases
and ancient teacups
she is
a collector
of temporary treasures
#poetry
who picks up the petals
others have plucked
she tucks them
into slender glass vases
and ancient teacups
she is
a collector
of temporary treasures
#poetry
February 1, 2026 at 4:47 PM
January 31, 2026 at 6:04 AM
she caught a s i g h
and tied it up like
a helium balloon
on a piece of string
it strains for the sky
whenever the wind tricks her
[for just the briefest moment]
into thinking she can f l y
#poetry
and tied it up like
a helium balloon
on a piece of string
it strains for the sky
whenever the wind tricks her
[for just the briefest moment]
into thinking she can f l y
#poetry
January 30, 2026 at 3:16 PM
she caught a s i g h
and tied it up like
a helium balloon
on a piece of string
it strains for the sky
whenever the wind tricks her
[for just the briefest moment]
into thinking she can f l y
#poetry
and tied it up like
a helium balloon
on a piece of string
it strains for the sky
whenever the wind tricks her
[for just the briefest moment]
into thinking she can f l y
#poetry
love is
not a mushroom
it cannot flourish
in the secret dark
love is
not spawned from
the d i s s i p a t i o n
of silent decay
love is
liquid light
p o o l i n g in all
our hollow spaces
#poetry
not a mushroom
it cannot flourish
in the secret dark
love is
not spawned from
the d i s s i p a t i o n
of silent decay
love is
liquid light
p o o l i n g in all
our hollow spaces
#poetry
January 30, 2026 at 4:50 AM
love is
not a mushroom
it cannot flourish
in the secret dark
love is
not spawned from
the d i s s i p a t i o n
of silent decay
love is
liquid light
p o o l i n g in all
our hollow spaces
#poetry
not a mushroom
it cannot flourish
in the secret dark
love is
not spawned from
the d i s s i p a t i o n
of silent decay
love is
liquid light
p o o l i n g in all
our hollow spaces
#poetry