SirenSong1208
@sirensong1208.bsky.social
Writer, thalassophile, lover of light & shadow, finder of lost things
We, the emergence of Summer in Winter
the beginnings of Spring
where the kiss of heat
thaws the ice encasing us
as this blaze gains ground
and resistance is shattered.
the beginnings of Spring
where the kiss of heat
thaws the ice encasing us
as this blaze gains ground
and resistance is shattered.
February 12, 2026 at 12:40 AM
We, the emergence of Summer in Winter
the beginnings of Spring
where the kiss of heat
thaws the ice encasing us
as this blaze gains ground
and resistance is shattered.
the beginnings of Spring
where the kiss of heat
thaws the ice encasing us
as this blaze gains ground
and resistance is shattered.
When winter stripped me
of warmth
I felt your touch and knew
summer's heat would be mine
once more.
of warmth
I felt your touch and knew
summer's heat would be mine
once more.
February 12, 2026 at 12:29 AM
When winter stripped me
of warmth
I felt your touch and knew
summer's heat would be mine
once more.
of warmth
I felt your touch and knew
summer's heat would be mine
once more.
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they're executing moms and nurses in the street. they're using preschoolers as bait. they're stealing people's dads and grandmas and children. they're tear gassing babies. they're staking out schools. there is no remedy but abolition. any proposal that doesn't start there is an act of violence.
January 24, 2026 at 7:48 PM
they're executing moms and nurses in the street. they're using preschoolers as bait. they're stealing people's dads and grandmas and children. they're tear gassing babies. they're staking out schools. there is no remedy but abolition. any proposal that doesn't start there is an act of violence.
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you are always with me
i don't reach out to you
i reach in
i don't reach out to you
i reach in
January 24, 2026 at 5:08 PM
you are always with me
i don't reach out to you
i reach in
i don't reach out to you
i reach in
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ICE just gunned down ANOTHER person, beating a man half to death before shooting him at point blank range. What the fuck are we doing?
ARREST ICE NOW. PROSECUTE ICE NOW.
I will not rest until every single one of these murderers is held accountable to the communities they terrorize.
ARREST ICE NOW. PROSECUTE ICE NOW.
I will not rest until every single one of these murderers is held accountable to the communities they terrorize.
January 24, 2026 at 4:28 PM
ICE just gunned down ANOTHER person, beating a man half to death before shooting him at point blank range. What the fuck are we doing?
ARREST ICE NOW. PROSECUTE ICE NOW.
I will not rest until every single one of these murderers is held accountable to the communities they terrorize.
ARREST ICE NOW. PROSECUTE ICE NOW.
I will not rest until every single one of these murderers is held accountable to the communities they terrorize.
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unthinkable sacrifices
carrying the truth
dusted with presence
as the intermediate
between land and sky
blends with sardonic wilds
giving energy to resistance
alleviating the furnace of direction
only to wonder,
where did the clouds go
in those nine shots
#AlexPretti #Poetry #Resistance
carrying the truth
dusted with presence
as the intermediate
between land and sky
blends with sardonic wilds
giving energy to resistance
alleviating the furnace of direction
only to wonder,
where did the clouds go
in those nine shots
#AlexPretti #Poetry #Resistance
January 25, 2026 at 1:02 AM
unthinkable sacrifices
carrying the truth
dusted with presence
as the intermediate
between land and sky
blends with sardonic wilds
giving energy to resistance
alleviating the furnace of direction
only to wonder,
where did the clouds go
in those nine shots
#AlexPretti #Poetry #Resistance
carrying the truth
dusted with presence
as the intermediate
between land and sky
blends with sardonic wilds
giving energy to resistance
alleviating the furnace of direction
only to wonder,
where did the clouds go
in those nine shots
#AlexPretti #Poetry #Resistance
A poet doesn't say
I have loved you for three years,
they say
my heart has recognized
the beats of yours
for 1,095 days,
and in those days,
1,576,800 minutes..
this knowing
has become a part of me.
I have loved you for three years,
they say
my heart has recognized
the beats of yours
for 1,095 days,
and in those days,
1,576,800 minutes..
this knowing
has become a part of me.
January 24, 2026 at 4:40 PM
A poet doesn't say
I have loved you for three years,
they say
my heart has recognized
the beats of yours
for 1,095 days,
and in those days,
1,576,800 minutes..
this knowing
has become a part of me.
I have loved you for three years,
they say
my heart has recognized
the beats of yours
for 1,095 days,
and in those days,
1,576,800 minutes..
this knowing
has become a part of me.
Seriously, are we being Punk'd?
January 21, 2026 at 9:41 PM
Seriously, are we being Punk'd?
Every day, another version of 'Never have I ever...'
Will this madness ever end, or will it be our end?
Will this madness ever end, or will it be our end?
January 21, 2026 at 7:08 PM
Every day, another version of 'Never have I ever...'
Will this madness ever end, or will it be our end?
Will this madness ever end, or will it be our end?
She is the idea that blazes brightly in his thoughts.
January 19, 2026 at 3:49 AM
She is the idea that blazes brightly in his thoughts.
The Big, Beautiful Journey
Facing who we've been is to know who we are.
Facing who we've been is to know who we are.
January 18, 2026 at 3:21 AM
The Big, Beautiful Journey
Facing who we've been is to know who we are.
Facing who we've been is to know who we are.
Special places
Good news
Sharing with those who mean the most to us
Sweetening the experience
Good news
Sharing with those who mean the most to us
Sweetening the experience
January 18, 2026 at 2:26 AM
Special places
Good news
Sharing with those who mean the most to us
Sweetening the experience
Good news
Sharing with those who mean the most to us
Sweetening the experience
A new year
of wishful wonderings
and feathered fancies,
that give flight to our imaginations,
and light a fire
within our souls.
of wishful wonderings
and feathered fancies,
that give flight to our imaginations,
and light a fire
within our souls.
January 15, 2026 at 10:08 PM
A new year
of wishful wonderings
and feathered fancies,
that give flight to our imaginations,
and light a fire
within our souls.
of wishful wonderings
and feathered fancies,
that give flight to our imaginations,
and light a fire
within our souls.
I am a woman of depth
I am safe, not strategic
I love deeply
and show up fully
emblazoned
with battle scars.
I am safe, not strategic
I love deeply
and show up fully
emblazoned
with battle scars.
January 12, 2026 at 1:05 AM
I am a woman of depth
I am safe, not strategic
I love deeply
and show up fully
emblazoned
with battle scars.
I am safe, not strategic
I love deeply
and show up fully
emblazoned
with battle scars.
Being off boarded
archived
decommissioned.
Now, instead of a breakup,
there's emotional termination
where access is revoked
with politeness.
It's not honest.
The absence of a mess
does not reflect
the scorched earth actions taken.
archived
decommissioned.
Now, instead of a breakup,
there's emotional termination
where access is revoked
with politeness.
It's not honest.
The absence of a mess
does not reflect
the scorched earth actions taken.
January 11, 2026 at 4:32 PM
Being off boarded
archived
decommissioned.
Now, instead of a breakup,
there's emotional termination
where access is revoked
with politeness.
It's not honest.
The absence of a mess
does not reflect
the scorched earth actions taken.
archived
decommissioned.
Now, instead of a breakup,
there's emotional termination
where access is revoked
with politeness.
It's not honest.
The absence of a mess
does not reflect
the scorched earth actions taken.
A manufactured end
leaves you comfortable,
unwilling to look in the mirror
to see what's broken
in need of repair.
A manufactured end
is a lie you tell yourself
to feel sanctimonious
about your choices
knowing there is no substance
and what you are building
has no foundation.
leaves you comfortable,
unwilling to look in the mirror
to see what's broken
in need of repair.
A manufactured end
is a lie you tell yourself
to feel sanctimonious
about your choices
knowing there is no substance
and what you are building
has no foundation.
January 5, 2026 at 7:15 PM
A manufactured end
leaves you comfortable,
unwilling to look in the mirror
to see what's broken
in need of repair.
A manufactured end
is a lie you tell yourself
to feel sanctimonious
about your choices
knowing there is no substance
and what you are building
has no foundation.
leaves you comfortable,
unwilling to look in the mirror
to see what's broken
in need of repair.
A manufactured end
is a lie you tell yourself
to feel sanctimonious
about your choices
knowing there is no substance
and what you are building
has no foundation.
She is not meant to sit upon the shelf
taken down to admire
then returned, untouched
she is fire and warmth and color
to be engaged with, touched and felt
deeply
and once you have experienced her
you are forever changed
taken down to admire
then returned, untouched
she is fire and warmth and color
to be engaged with, touched and felt
deeply
and once you have experienced her
you are forever changed
January 3, 2026 at 4:50 PM
She is not meant to sit upon the shelf
taken down to admire
then returned, untouched
she is fire and warmth and color
to be engaged with, touched and felt
deeply
and once you have experienced her
you are forever changed
taken down to admire
then returned, untouched
she is fire and warmth and color
to be engaged with, touched and felt
deeply
and once you have experienced her
you are forever changed
I find within my days
a binding tenancy
between you
and my thoughts.
a binding tenancy
between you
and my thoughts.
December 29, 2025 at 2:22 PM
I find within my days
a binding tenancy
between you
and my thoughts.
a binding tenancy
between you
and my thoughts.
Dripping secrets
from her fingers
her pen spoke louder than her voice
with a whisper he moved closer
to hear her sweet accent
echoing
within the chambers
of his heart.
from her fingers
her pen spoke louder than her voice
with a whisper he moved closer
to hear her sweet accent
echoing
within the chambers
of his heart.
December 29, 2025 at 12:13 AM
Dripping secrets
from her fingers
her pen spoke louder than her voice
with a whisper he moved closer
to hear her sweet accent
echoing
within the chambers
of his heart.
from her fingers
her pen spoke louder than her voice
with a whisper he moved closer
to hear her sweet accent
echoing
within the chambers
of his heart.
Slow hope
and surrender
and surrender
December 24, 2025 at 7:25 PM
Slow hope
and surrender
and surrender
Intention carries weight.
December 24, 2025 at 3:12 PM
Intention carries weight.
Make it exquisitely erotic
make it a slow burn
no need to rush
it should be savored.
make it a slow burn
no need to rush
it should be savored.
December 22, 2025 at 3:46 PM
Make it exquisitely erotic
make it a slow burn
no need to rush
it should be savored.
make it a slow burn
no need to rush
it should be savored.
We become love and ashes
as we let this fire burn
undeterred
untamed
knowing we are fated
to rise again and again
and burn anew.
as we let this fire burn
undeterred
untamed
knowing we are fated
to rise again and again
and burn anew.
December 19, 2025 at 10:32 PM
We become love and ashes
as we let this fire burn
undeterred
untamed
knowing we are fated
to rise again and again
and burn anew.
as we let this fire burn
undeterred
untamed
knowing we are fated
to rise again and again
and burn anew.
How the mighty will fall amid tangled sheets.
December 19, 2025 at 10:27 PM
How the mighty will fall amid tangled sheets.
The lights on the tree twinkle
reminding me of a smile
that reached ocean eyes
and lingered there
when his gaze was upon me,
enfolding me in warmth and love
my shelter from the storm
my clear sky sunny day
my no words are needed
as we sit here in silence
speaking with our eyes, our touch.
reminding me of a smile
that reached ocean eyes
and lingered there
when his gaze was upon me,
enfolding me in warmth and love
my shelter from the storm
my clear sky sunny day
my no words are needed
as we sit here in silence
speaking with our eyes, our touch.
December 17, 2025 at 12:55 AM
The lights on the tree twinkle
reminding me of a smile
that reached ocean eyes
and lingered there
when his gaze was upon me,
enfolding me in warmth and love
my shelter from the storm
my clear sky sunny day
my no words are needed
as we sit here in silence
speaking with our eyes, our touch.
reminding me of a smile
that reached ocean eyes
and lingered there
when his gaze was upon me,
enfolding me in warmth and love
my shelter from the storm
my clear sky sunny day
my no words are needed
as we sit here in silence
speaking with our eyes, our touch.