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if your heart’s whispering, is your soul at peace with the cost of listening to it? Or would it ache more if you stayed silent?
I never started
May 25, 2025 at 12:06 AM
I never started
@ditiemgames.bsky.social did you get hacked???
May 17, 2025 at 2:49 PM
@ditiemgames.bsky.social did you get hacked???
I don’t even mind
May 8, 2025 at 7:04 PM
I don’t even mind
Like in broadway
May 7, 2025 at 8:08 PM
Like in broadway
if your heart’s whispering, is your soul at peace with the cost of listening to it? Or would it ache more if you stayed silent?
April 13, 2025 at 7:48 PM
if your heart’s whispering, is your soul at peace with the cost of listening to it? Or would it ache more if you stayed silent?
you can't run away
From everything you made
You try to erase
The memories will fade
From everything you made
You try to erase
The memories will fade
April 9, 2025 at 4:26 PM
you can't run away
From everything you made
You try to erase
The memories will fade
From everything you made
You try to erase
The memories will fade
I fight corporations
April 7, 2025 at 10:50 AM
I fight corporations
I said last year February 22nd
“ there’s a line between supporting yourself and building others’ dreams, and that lies in how much your reality requires to exist “
If you’re barely holding it together, then you can’t build someone else’s dream.
Only because your own is too demanding.
“ there’s a line between supporting yourself and building others’ dreams, and that lies in how much your reality requires to exist “
If you’re barely holding it together, then you can’t build someone else’s dream.
Only because your own is too demanding.
April 5, 2025 at 3:18 PM
I said last year February 22nd
“ there’s a line between supporting yourself and building others’ dreams, and that lies in how much your reality requires to exist “
If you’re barely holding it together, then you can’t build someone else’s dream.
Only because your own is too demanding.
“ there’s a line between supporting yourself and building others’ dreams, and that lies in how much your reality requires to exist “
If you’re barely holding it together, then you can’t build someone else’s dream.
Only because your own is too demanding.
And it was real, but I never knew it
April 4, 2025 at 1:59 PM
And it was real, but I never knew it
His name was Asuran
April 3, 2025 at 4:32 PM
His name was Asuran
“ if a fish spends his life in a river, does he know the river’s destiny?
No,
Only that it runs on and on, out of its control
He may follow where it flows, but he cannot see the end
He cannot imagine the ocean”
No,
Only that it runs on and on, out of its control
He may follow where it flows, but he cannot see the end
He cannot imagine the ocean”
April 2, 2025 at 6:13 PM
“ if a fish spends his life in a river, does he know the river’s destiny?
No,
Only that it runs on and on, out of its control
He may follow where it flows, but he cannot see the end
He cannot imagine the ocean”
No,
Only that it runs on and on, out of its control
He may follow where it flows, but he cannot see the end
He cannot imagine the ocean”
Mr. Bunny, where is Easter?
Mr. Bunny?
Mr. Bunny?
March 30, 2025 at 2:22 PM
Mr. Bunny, where is Easter?
Mr. Bunny?
Mr. Bunny?
Not safe in my own diary
Not safe here
Writing words on the wall
No space untouched
No stone unturned
Deep inside I dig for answers
Looking at feelings of betrayal, misuse, miscommunications and unreciprocated cooperations/compassion
Not safe here
Writing words on the wall
No space untouched
No stone unturned
Deep inside I dig for answers
Looking at feelings of betrayal, misuse, miscommunications and unreciprocated cooperations/compassion
March 28, 2025 at 11:51 PM
Not safe in my own diary
Not safe here
Writing words on the wall
No space untouched
No stone unturned
Deep inside I dig for answers
Looking at feelings of betrayal, misuse, miscommunications and unreciprocated cooperations/compassion
Not safe here
Writing words on the wall
No space untouched
No stone unturned
Deep inside I dig for answers
Looking at feelings of betrayal, misuse, miscommunications and unreciprocated cooperations/compassion
Get that guy off the throne
He’s not there to belong.
That man’s throne is his,
Kingdom outlasts its home.
The crown was never his to wear,
The scepter bends in borrowed hands,
Yet still, he sits, unaware—
A ruler built on sinking sands.
He’s not there to belong.
That man’s throne is his,
Kingdom outlasts its home.
The crown was never his to wear,
The scepter bends in borrowed hands,
Yet still, he sits, unaware—
A ruler built on sinking sands.
March 24, 2025 at 12:02 PM
Get that guy off the throne
He’s not there to belong.
That man’s throne is his,
Kingdom outlasts its home.
The crown was never his to wear,
The scepter bends in borrowed hands,
Yet still, he sits, unaware—
A ruler built on sinking sands.
He’s not there to belong.
That man’s throne is his,
Kingdom outlasts its home.
The crown was never his to wear,
The scepter bends in borrowed hands,
Yet still, he sits, unaware—
A ruler built on sinking sands.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
Five years,
Biologically. After 7. You’re an entirely different person physically
Five years,
Biologically. After 7. You’re an entirely different person physically
March 23, 2025 at 10:54 PM
1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
Five years,
Biologically. After 7. You’re an entirely different person physically
Five years,
Biologically. After 7. You’re an entirely different person physically
🎶🎵
You playing over & over inside of my mental
I just wanna be by you again
I took some time ran away from the drugs
But I hate being sober, I brought them again
Im so out of my comfort bae, can we be real?
Why you crushing the Molly you don’t need the pills
You playing over & over inside of my mental
I just wanna be by you again
I took some time ran away from the drugs
But I hate being sober, I brought them again
Im so out of my comfort bae, can we be real?
Why you crushing the Molly you don’t need the pills
March 22, 2025 at 4:35 PM
🎶🎵
You playing over & over inside of my mental
I just wanna be by you again
I took some time ran away from the drugs
But I hate being sober, I brought them again
Im so out of my comfort bae, can we be real?
Why you crushing the Molly you don’t need the pills
You playing over & over inside of my mental
I just wanna be by you again
I took some time ran away from the drugs
But I hate being sober, I brought them again
Im so out of my comfort bae, can we be real?
Why you crushing the Molly you don’t need the pills
Totally unrelated to my poems, but how the how did we get here achievement is def relatable
March 22, 2025 at 2:14 AM
Totally unrelated to my poems, but how the how did we get here achievement is def relatable
“Are you ok?”
Yes
“But you’re broken”
No
“Then you’re not ok”
No, I’m hurt
“You should find the pieces”
No, because this the reason that he hold
His heart, his sleeve don’t get old
His tears he weeped done stained his clothes
The anima deeper. The feelings are bleaker
Broken a piece you’d never know
Yes
“But you’re broken”
No
“Then you’re not ok”
No, I’m hurt
“You should find the pieces”
No, because this the reason that he hold
His heart, his sleeve don’t get old
His tears he weeped done stained his clothes
The anima deeper. The feelings are bleaker
Broken a piece you’d never know
March 22, 2025 at 1:07 AM
“Are you ok?”
Yes
“But you’re broken”
No
“Then you’re not ok”
No, I’m hurt
“You should find the pieces”
No, because this the reason that he hold
His heart, his sleeve don’t get old
His tears he weeped done stained his clothes
The anima deeper. The feelings are bleaker
Broken a piece you’d never know
Yes
“But you’re broken”
No
“Then you’re not ok”
No, I’m hurt
“You should find the pieces”
No, because this the reason that he hold
His heart, his sleeve don’t get old
His tears he weeped done stained his clothes
The anima deeper. The feelings are bleaker
Broken a piece you’d never know
Upsetting,
The last supper
Uplifting
The first supper
Delusion
The Christ
The last supper
Uplifting
The first supper
Delusion
The Christ
March 21, 2025 at 12:42 PM
Upsetting,
The last supper
Uplifting
The first supper
Delusion
The Christ
The last supper
Uplifting
The first supper
Delusion
The Christ
Beep…Beep…Beep…
March 20, 2025 at 5:45 PM
Beep…Beep…Beep…
Being a victim of your own success
Means being a victim to expectations
Being a victim of your own failures
Means being a victim to yourself
But being a victim for both means living for others.
Trapped in-between their hopes and your own heart.
Some such things turn white and black, gray
Means being a victim to expectations
Being a victim of your own failures
Means being a victim to yourself
But being a victim for both means living for others.
Trapped in-between their hopes and your own heart.
Some such things turn white and black, gray
March 19, 2025 at 6:57 PM
Being a victim of your own success
Means being a victim to expectations
Being a victim of your own failures
Means being a victim to yourself
But being a victim for both means living for others.
Trapped in-between their hopes and your own heart.
Some such things turn white and black, gray
Means being a victim to expectations
Being a victim of your own failures
Means being a victim to yourself
But being a victim for both means living for others.
Trapped in-between their hopes and your own heart.
Some such things turn white and black, gray
Some..
Some-such-things,
Some such things (I would try to wonder too)
Some such things
I’d try ( what’d it be worth to you )
And wonder
( why lie )
Life’s lie to you
Grey & white
Wondering for you
What’s wrong and right
Black or white
Some such things
Breathe this grey rule
No true new rule
Some-such-things,
Some such things (I would try to wonder too)
Some such things
I’d try ( what’d it be worth to you )
And wonder
( why lie )
Life’s lie to you
Grey & white
Wondering for you
What’s wrong and right
Black or white
Some such things
Breathe this grey rule
No true new rule
March 18, 2025 at 11:41 PM
Some..
Some-such-things,
Some such things (I would try to wonder too)
Some such things
I’d try ( what’d it be worth to you )
And wonder
( why lie )
Life’s lie to you
Grey & white
Wondering for you
What’s wrong and right
Black or white
Some such things
Breathe this grey rule
No true new rule
Some-such-things,
Some such things (I would try to wonder too)
Some such things
I’d try ( what’d it be worth to you )
And wonder
( why lie )
Life’s lie to you
Grey & white
Wondering for you
What’s wrong and right
Black or white
Some such things
Breathe this grey rule
No true new rule
New morning, new day.
Suns up moons awake
Some such
New things
Change my
Old ways
Suns up moons awake
Some such
New things
Change my
Old ways
February 23, 2025 at 10:56 AM
New morning, new day.
Suns up moons awake
Some such
New things
Change my
Old ways
Suns up moons awake
Some such
New things
Change my
Old ways