@zaynab71990.bsky.social
PhD Psychiatrist 🩺 #Empath #Artist
𝓑𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓬𝓮𝓪𝓷❦
𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 ❦
🖌️ Poetry in motion, colors in words, heart in every stroke 📖 ❤️ 🌸
𝓑𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓬𝓮𝓪𝓷❦
𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 ❦
🖌️ Poetry in motion, colors in words, heart in every stroke 📖 ❤️ 🌸
Pinned
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𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓸𝓯
𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰
𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓾𝓵𝓼𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱
𝓜𝔂 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼
Can’t you see how your
gaze lingers long
tracing every curve of
what I write, as if my words
were limbs & breath
#poems by me
Art not mine
𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓸𝓯
𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰
𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓾𝓵𝓼𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱
𝓜𝔂 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼
Can’t you see how your
gaze lingers long
tracing every curve of
what I write, as if my words
were limbs & breath
#poems by me
Art not mine
Reposted
#poem #poetry #writingcommunity #books #selfpromo
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Intrigued? Read the full piece in my chap book! Now available on Amazon, link in the bio.
November 13, 2025 at 6:50 PM
#poem #poetry #writingcommunity #books #selfpromo
Intrigued? Read the full piece in my chap book! Now available on Amazon, link in the bio.
Intrigued? Read the full piece in my chap book! Now available on Amazon, link in the bio.
Reposted
#poetry
lazy textmessages sending series of numbers
not stating what the numbers are
so ok i try your prog
to find out
that last number was what i needed
piece of paper would have been enough
but you had to sell your prog
it was decided in a meeting
when you laughed and thought this is how we trick
lazy textmessages sending series of numbers
not stating what the numbers are
so ok i try your prog
to find out
that last number was what i needed
piece of paper would have been enough
but you had to sell your prog
it was decided in a meeting
when you laughed and thought this is how we trick
November 12, 2025 at 11:18 PM
#poetry
lazy textmessages sending series of numbers
not stating what the numbers are
so ok i try your prog
to find out
that last number was what i needed
piece of paper would have been enough
but you had to sell your prog
it was decided in a meeting
when you laughed and thought this is how we trick
lazy textmessages sending series of numbers
not stating what the numbers are
so ok i try your prog
to find out
that last number was what i needed
piece of paper would have been enough
but you had to sell your prog
it was decided in a meeting
when you laughed and thought this is how we trick
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Sand curved creatures
Waters smooth features
Waves imaginations lines
Wonders' fantasy stories
Scenarios beachy salted
Seaweeds science-based
Tidelines rising melodies
Drawing perspectives
Pacific Ocean's Trails
🌊🌊🌊💙🌏🌎💚🌲🌲🌲
Waters smooth features
Waves imaginations lines
Wonders' fantasy stories
Scenarios beachy salted
Seaweeds science-based
Tidelines rising melodies
Drawing perspectives
Pacific Ocean's Trails
🌊🌊🌊💙🌏🌎💚🌲🌲🌲
November 13, 2025 at 7:27 PM
Sand curved creatures
Waters smooth features
Waves imaginations lines
Wonders' fantasy stories
Scenarios beachy salted
Seaweeds science-based
Tidelines rising melodies
Drawing perspectives
Pacific Ocean's Trails
🌊🌊🌊💙🌏🌎💚🌲🌲🌲
Waters smooth features
Waves imaginations lines
Wonders' fantasy stories
Scenarios beachy salted
Seaweeds science-based
Tidelines rising melodies
Drawing perspectives
Pacific Ocean's Trails
🌊🌊🌊💙🌏🌎💚🌲🌲🌲
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Sandy swirls slides
In long lingering rides
Crackling winds washes
Drowneding in statics
Blowing wild wet sprays
As crested ocean waves
Pacific Ocean's Trails
🌊🌊💙🌏🌬🌎💚🌿🌿
In long lingering rides
Crackling winds washes
Drowneding in statics
Blowing wild wet sprays
As crested ocean waves
Pacific Ocean's Trails
🌊🌊💙🌏🌬🌎💚🌿🌿
November 13, 2025 at 7:45 PM
Sandy swirls slides
In long lingering rides
Crackling winds washes
Drowneding in statics
Blowing wild wet sprays
As crested ocean waves
Pacific Ocean's Trails
🌊🌊💙🌏🌬🌎💚🌿🌿
In long lingering rides
Crackling winds washes
Drowneding in statics
Blowing wild wet sprays
As crested ocean waves
Pacific Ocean's Trails
🌊🌊💙🌏🌬🌎💚🌿🌿
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𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓸𝓯
𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰
𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓾𝓵𝓼𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱
𝓜𝔂 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼
Can’t you see how your
gaze lingers long
tracing every curve of
what I write, as if my words
were limbs & breath
#poems by me
Art not mine
𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓸𝓯
𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰
𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓾𝓵𝓼𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱
𝓜𝔂 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼
Can’t you see how your
gaze lingers long
tracing every curve of
what I write, as if my words
were limbs & breath
#poems by me
Art not mine
November 13, 2025 at 8:39 PM
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𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓸𝓯
𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰
𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓾𝓵𝓼𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱
𝓜𝔂 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼
Can’t you see how your
gaze lingers long
tracing every curve of
what I write, as if my words
were limbs & breath
#poems by me
Art not mine
𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓸𝓯
𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰
𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓾𝓵𝓼𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱
𝓜𝔂 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼
Can’t you see how your
gaze lingers long
tracing every curve of
what I write, as if my words
were limbs & breath
#poems by me
Art not mine
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𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼, 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼
𝓤𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵
𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼
It’s night, and you are cold,
my heart of mine,
your pulse shivers somewhere
beneath my skin
The quiet hums between
what once was ours,
and every breath feels like
it breaks within
#poems by me
Art not mine
𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼, 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼
𝓤𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵
𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼
It’s night, and you are cold,
my heart of mine,
your pulse shivers somewhere
beneath my skin
The quiet hums between
what once was ours,
and every breath feels like
it breaks within
#poems by me
Art not mine
November 12, 2025 at 7:34 PM
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𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼, 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼
𝓤𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵
𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼
It’s night, and you are cold,
my heart of mine,
your pulse shivers somewhere
beneath my skin
The quiet hums between
what once was ours,
and every breath feels like
it breaks within
#poems by me
Art not mine
𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼, 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼
𝓤𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵
𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼
It’s night, and you are cold,
my heart of mine,
your pulse shivers somewhere
beneath my skin
The quiet hums between
what once was ours,
and every breath feels like
it breaks within
#poems by me
Art not mine
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Treasures...
Words and items to keep forever
Powerfully stirring old memories
Voices at rest and stilled to time
Whispers heard within one's heart
The truest of bonds are unbroken
In quieter moments we remember
Love enfolds both lament and joy...
#MypoetryEileen2025
Words and items to keep forever
Powerfully stirring old memories
Voices at rest and stilled to time
Whispers heard within one's heart
The truest of bonds are unbroken
In quieter moments we remember
Love enfolds both lament and joy...
#MypoetryEileen2025
November 11, 2025 at 4:46 PM
Treasures...
Words and items to keep forever
Powerfully stirring old memories
Voices at rest and stilled to time
Whispers heard within one's heart
The truest of bonds are unbroken
In quieter moments we remember
Love enfolds both lament and joy...
#MypoetryEileen2025
Words and items to keep forever
Powerfully stirring old memories
Voices at rest and stilled to time
Whispers heard within one's heart
The truest of bonds are unbroken
In quieter moments we remember
Love enfolds both lament and joy...
#MypoetryEileen2025
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November 11, 2025 at 2:35 AM
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Late falls nourishing
Garden's gifts' blooming
Tasty nasturium's salads
Wholesome tasty greens
Along trees apples gifts
Scents fabulous treats
Pacific Coast Range Trails
🌿🌿🌿💚🍎🥬💙🌳🌳🌳
Garden's gifts' blooming
Tasty nasturium's salads
Wholesome tasty greens
Along trees apples gifts
Scents fabulous treats
Pacific Coast Range Trails
🌿🌿🌿💚🍎🥬💙🌳🌳🌳
November 11, 2025 at 7:56 PM
Late falls nourishing
Garden's gifts' blooming
Tasty nasturium's salads
Wholesome tasty greens
Along trees apples gifts
Scents fabulous treats
Pacific Coast Range Trails
🌿🌿🌿💚🍎🥬💙🌳🌳🌳
Garden's gifts' blooming
Tasty nasturium's salads
Wholesome tasty greens
Along trees apples gifts
Scents fabulous treats
Pacific Coast Range Trails
🌿🌿🌿💚🍎🥬💙🌳🌳🌳
Reposted
#poetry
tracing the start must have driven many mad
and where did that start come from?
good question
or is it just small talk
that should be written with big chalk
i don't bother caps though
so it's a repeating circle
how that started though?
it was a dude?
a parentless ulterior universe
dark
tracing the start must have driven many mad
and where did that start come from?
good question
or is it just small talk
that should be written with big chalk
i don't bother caps though
so it's a repeating circle
how that started though?
it was a dude?
a parentless ulterior universe
dark
November 11, 2025 at 11:45 AM
#poetry
tracing the start must have driven many mad
and where did that start come from?
good question
or is it just small talk
that should be written with big chalk
i don't bother caps though
so it's a repeating circle
how that started though?
it was a dude?
a parentless ulterior universe
dark
tracing the start must have driven many mad
and where did that start come from?
good question
or is it just small talk
that should be written with big chalk
i don't bother caps though
so it's a repeating circle
how that started though?
it was a dude?
a parentless ulterior universe
dark
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𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓈
𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉
𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽
Burn with my kisses, my love,
let them find your hidden moons,
wander slowly down your skin
Let your lips trace my waist…
#poems by me
Art not mine
𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓈
𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉
𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽
Burn with my kisses, my love,
let them find your hidden moons,
wander slowly down your skin
Let your lips trace my waist…
#poems by me
Art not mine
November 11, 2025 at 5:40 PM
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𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓈
𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉
𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽
Burn with my kisses, my love,
let them find your hidden moons,
wander slowly down your skin
Let your lips trace my waist…
#poems by me
Art not mine
𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓈
𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉
𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽
Burn with my kisses, my love,
let them find your hidden moons,
wander slowly down your skin
Let your lips trace my waist…
#poems by me
Art not mine
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Your grey green eyes
#Linger on my orange browns
Warmth fills my cheeks blush #red
#vssromance #inkMine #micropoetry
#Linger on my orange browns
Warmth fills my cheeks blush #red
#vssromance #inkMine #micropoetry
November 9, 2025 at 6:09 PM
Your grey green eyes
#Linger on my orange browns
Warmth fills my cheeks blush #red
#vssromance #inkMine #micropoetry
#Linger on my orange browns
Warmth fills my cheeks blush #red
#vssromance #inkMine #micropoetry
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November 8, 2025 at 10:26 AM
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#poetry
the sin a scaffoldless lust in society
the devil those hands denied & concealed within
the demon an excuse for collapsing minds
the bible a scaffold of pyramid burdens
the sin a scaffoldless lust in society
the devil those hands denied & concealed within
the demon an excuse for collapsing minds
the bible a scaffold of pyramid burdens
November 11, 2025 at 6:34 AM
#poetry
the sin a scaffoldless lust in society
the devil those hands denied & concealed within
the demon an excuse for collapsing minds
the bible a scaffold of pyramid burdens
the sin a scaffoldless lust in society
the devil those hands denied & concealed within
the demon an excuse for collapsing minds
the bible a scaffold of pyramid burdens
Reposted
Still moments caresses
Inside moist layers depths
From sands gritty mirrors
Sliding slowing shallow's
Retracting flat intense
Returning showing unities
Deepening wet largesse's
Splashing carved curves
Soaked planets figures
Pacific Ocean's Trails
🌊🌊🌊💙🌏🌎💚🌿🌿🌿
Inside moist layers depths
From sands gritty mirrors
Sliding slowing shallow's
Retracting flat intense
Returning showing unities
Deepening wet largesse's
Splashing carved curves
Soaked planets figures
Pacific Ocean's Trails
🌊🌊🌊💙🌏🌎💚🌿🌿🌿
November 10, 2025 at 5:33 PM
Still moments caresses
Inside moist layers depths
From sands gritty mirrors
Sliding slowing shallow's
Retracting flat intense
Returning showing unities
Deepening wet largesse's
Splashing carved curves
Soaked planets figures
Pacific Ocean's Trails
🌊🌊🌊💙🌏🌎💚🌿🌿🌿
Inside moist layers depths
From sands gritty mirrors
Sliding slowing shallow's
Retracting flat intense
Returning showing unities
Deepening wet largesse's
Splashing carved curves
Soaked planets figures
Pacific Ocean's Trails
🌊🌊🌊💙🌏🌎💚🌿🌿🌿
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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷
𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼
𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼
𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷
𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮
𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱
He stood within the warmth of
her breath, his soul learning
the shape of her skin
#poems by me
Art not mine
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷
𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼
𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼
𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷
𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮
𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱
He stood within the warmth of
her breath, his soul learning
the shape of her skin
#poems by me
Art not mine
November 10, 2025 at 8:20 PM
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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷
𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼
𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼
𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷
𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮
𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱
He stood within the warmth of
her breath, his soul learning
the shape of her skin
#poems by me
Art not mine
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷
𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼
𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼
𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷
𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮
𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱
He stood within the warmth of
her breath, his soul learning
the shape of her skin
#poems by me
Art not mine
Reposted
Morning's thrill bird's
Notes through seas
Exposed barnacles rocks
Carved hearts in tides
Millenia of hydrogens'
Curved ins and outs
Silent shadows oceans
Watches waters curves
Pacific Ocean's Trails
🌊🌊💙🌏🤎🌎💚🌿🌿
Notes through seas
Exposed barnacles rocks
Carved hearts in tides
Millenia of hydrogens'
Curved ins and outs
Silent shadows oceans
Watches waters curves
Pacific Ocean's Trails
🌊🌊💙🌏🤎🌎💚🌿🌿
November 8, 2025 at 5:47 PM
Morning's thrill bird's
Notes through seas
Exposed barnacles rocks
Carved hearts in tides
Millenia of hydrogens'
Curved ins and outs
Silent shadows oceans
Watches waters curves
Pacific Ocean's Trails
🌊🌊💙🌏🤎🌎💚🌿🌿
Notes through seas
Exposed barnacles rocks
Carved hearts in tides
Millenia of hydrogens'
Curved ins and outs
Silent shadows oceans
Watches waters curves
Pacific Ocean's Trails
🌊🌊💙🌏🤎🌎💚🌿🌿
Reposted
Sky's &seas long curves
Meet in moon's longings
Beachy yings & yangs
Evaporatored pulls & tilts
Touching beach triangles
In mirrored sandy blues
Earth's salted hues
Splashing colors
Pacific Ocean's Trails
🌊🌊🌊💙🌏🌎💚🌿🌿🌿
Meet in moon's longings
Beachy yings & yangs
Evaporatored pulls & tilts
Touching beach triangles
In mirrored sandy blues
Earth's salted hues
Splashing colors
Pacific Ocean's Trails
🌊🌊🌊💙🌏🌎💚🌿🌿🌿
November 8, 2025 at 6:02 PM
Sky's &seas long curves
Meet in moon's longings
Beachy yings & yangs
Evaporatored pulls & tilts
Touching beach triangles
In mirrored sandy blues
Earth's salted hues
Splashing colors
Pacific Ocean's Trails
🌊🌊🌊💙🌏🌎💚🌿🌿🌿
Meet in moon's longings
Beachy yings & yangs
Evaporatored pulls & tilts
Touching beach triangles
In mirrored sandy blues
Earth's salted hues
Splashing colors
Pacific Ocean's Trails
🌊🌊🌊💙🌏🌎💚🌿🌿🌿
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𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷
𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓟𝓾𝓵𝓼𝓮
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮
𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓴𝓲𝓷
𝓐 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶
𝔀𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓔𝓷𝓭
Hold me like a secret
written in your pulse,
where beauty burns slow and
the pain is only proof of feeling
#poems by me
Art not mine
𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷
𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓟𝓾𝓵𝓼𝓮
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮
𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓴𝓲𝓷
𝓐 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶
𝔀𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓔𝓷𝓭
Hold me like a secret
written in your pulse,
where beauty burns slow and
the pain is only proof of feeling
#poems by me
Art not mine
November 9, 2025 at 7:04 PM
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𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷
𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓟𝓾𝓵𝓼𝓮
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮
𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓴𝓲𝓷
𝓐 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶
𝔀𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓔𝓷𝓭
Hold me like a secret
written in your pulse,
where beauty burns slow and
the pain is only proof of feeling
#poems by me
Art not mine
𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷
𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓟𝓾𝓵𝓼𝓮
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮
𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓴𝓲𝓷
𝓐 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶
𝔀𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓔𝓷𝓭
Hold me like a secret
written in your pulse,
where beauty burns slow and
the pain is only proof of feeling
#poems by me
Art not mine
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𝓑𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱
𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓼
𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓪
𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓷
𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾
The sea breathes
against my skin tonight
its salt finding
the places
I keep hidden
No sky can hold
me now, only the waves
that lick the edge of my body
as if they already
know my name
#poems by me
Art not mine
𝓑𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱
𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓼
𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓪
𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓷
𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾
The sea breathes
against my skin tonight
its salt finding
the places
I keep hidden
No sky can hold
me now, only the waves
that lick the edge of my body
as if they already
know my name
#poems by me
Art not mine
November 8, 2025 at 7:06 PM
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𝓑𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱
𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓼
𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓪
𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓷
𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾
The sea breathes
against my skin tonight
its salt finding
the places
I keep hidden
No sky can hold
me now, only the waves
that lick the edge of my body
as if they already
know my name
#poems by me
Art not mine
𝓑𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱
𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓼
𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓪
𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓷
𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾
The sea breathes
against my skin tonight
its salt finding
the places
I keep hidden
No sky can hold
me now, only the waves
that lick the edge of my body
as if they already
know my name
#poems by me
Art not mine
Reposted
They litter
The floor
Windblown leaves
Swirling
Dancing
As the door
I open
It is I who seek
Pages
Viciously torn
From books of ancient hearts
I hear them as softly I tread
Whispering their words
For only ghosts
To hear
And
As ink runs
Their pain inscribes
Into
Staining my soul
The floor
Windblown leaves
Swirling
Dancing
As the door
I open
It is I who seek
Pages
Viciously torn
From books of ancient hearts
I hear them as softly I tread
Whispering their words
For only ghosts
To hear
And
As ink runs
Their pain inscribes
Into
Staining my soul
November 8, 2025 at 9:23 AM
They litter
The floor
Windblown leaves
Swirling
Dancing
As the door
I open
It is I who seek
Pages
Viciously torn
From books of ancient hearts
I hear them as softly I tread
Whispering their words
For only ghosts
To hear
And
As ink runs
Their pain inscribes
Into
Staining my soul
The floor
Windblown leaves
Swirling
Dancing
As the door
I open
It is I who seek
Pages
Viciously torn
From books of ancient hearts
I hear them as softly I tread
Whispering their words
For only ghosts
To hear
And
As ink runs
Their pain inscribes
Into
Staining my soul
Reposted
Reposted
#poetry
how was the south face
when robert cornelius took a selfie in 1839
were the mummyhands reaching toward the sun
and barkbathings unlocked after nightly phases of haze
how was the south face
when robert cornelius took a selfie in 1839
were the mummyhands reaching toward the sun
and barkbathings unlocked after nightly phases of haze
November 7, 2025 at 8:25 PM
#poetry
how was the south face
when robert cornelius took a selfie in 1839
were the mummyhands reaching toward the sun
and barkbathings unlocked after nightly phases of haze
how was the south face
when robert cornelius took a selfie in 1839
were the mummyhands reaching toward the sun
and barkbathings unlocked after nightly phases of haze
