Andres
@andrewmeam.bsky.social
Poet, MD, Space maniac.
The presence of many is already alarming.
Has my poetry created conversations?
-owl scouts,
-ongoing releases,
-infatuated gasps,
-wednesday announces,
-doomscrolling hides and
-mimic oversees.
so yes, Yes it has.
The presence of many is already alarming.
Has my poetry created conversations?
-owl scouts,
-ongoing releases,
-infatuated gasps,
-wednesday announces,
-doomscrolling hides and
-mimic oversees.
so yes, Yes it has.
Yet still I tried, again, again,
To find the pulse in what had been.
-mimic
To find the pulse in what had been.
-mimic
that summit could've been an email
August 16, 2025 at 9:17 AM
Yet still I tried, again, again,
To find the pulse in what had been.
-mimic
To find the pulse in what had been.
-mimic
Reposted by Andres
Diving into Nature's masterpiece.
July 22, 2025 at 1:34 PM
Diving into Nature's masterpiece.
But instead,
you’re just another lesson
in how silence can be loud
and privacy
should never be begged for.
-mimic
you’re just another lesson
in how silence can be loud
and privacy
should never be begged for.
-mimic
June 24, 2025 at 6:21 AM
But instead,
you’re just another lesson
in how silence can be loud
and privacy
should never be begged for.
-mimic
you’re just another lesson
in how silence can be loud
and privacy
should never be begged for.
-mimic
Trust is not a gift,
It’s a mirror—fragile, earned.
And you, through shadows,
Let a third’s whispers pierce
What should have been sacred.
-owl
It’s a mirror—fragile, earned.
And you, through shadows,
Let a third’s whispers pierce
What should have been sacred.
-owl
June 24, 2025 at 6:19 AM
Trust is not a gift,
It’s a mirror—fragile, earned.
And you, through shadows,
Let a third’s whispers pierce
What should have been sacred.
-owl
It’s a mirror—fragile, earned.
And you, through shadows,
Let a third’s whispers pierce
What should have been sacred.
-owl
The moon hangs, half-aware,
ghost-thin above the drift,
while steel scribes lines in air.
-infatuated
ghost-thin above the drift,
while steel scribes lines in air.
-infatuated
The energy of quasars comes from supermassive black holes consuming matter in distant galaxies.
June 3, 2025 at 6:58 PM
The moon hangs, half-aware,
ghost-thin above the drift,
while steel scribes lines in air.
-infatuated
ghost-thin above the drift,
while steel scribes lines in air.
-infatuated
The face I wear is a work of art.
Conceals the wonders of the painter’s might.
The stories we are—like the silk of your hand.
I weave it all, and I know where to cut.
The lord of lies, prisoner of time.
Stitches can’t heal a broken heart.
-owl
Conceals the wonders of the painter’s might.
The stories we are—like the silk of your hand.
I weave it all, and I know where to cut.
The lord of lies, prisoner of time.
Stitches can’t heal a broken heart.
-owl
May 19, 2025 at 5:51 PM
The face I wear is a work of art.
Conceals the wonders of the painter’s might.
The stories we are—like the silk of your hand.
I weave it all, and I know where to cut.
The lord of lies, prisoner of time.
Stitches can’t heal a broken heart.
-owl
Conceals the wonders of the painter’s might.
The stories we are—like the silk of your hand.
I weave it all, and I know where to cut.
The lord of lies, prisoner of time.
Stitches can’t heal a broken heart.
-owl
You touched me first —
a whisper dressed in gasoline,
lit the first tile with your smile
and watched me burn obscene.
-infatuated
a whisper dressed in gasoline,
lit the first tile with your smile
and watched me burn obscene.
-infatuated
hey man i noticed your theme suddenly has a really somber piano in it as the main melody is everything alright
May 12, 2025 at 12:04 PM
You touched me first —
a whisper dressed in gasoline,
lit the first tile with your smile
and watched me burn obscene.
-infatuated
a whisper dressed in gasoline,
lit the first tile with your smile
and watched me burn obscene.
-infatuated
Do you really know my rhythm?
This is just a drop of narcissism.
-Wednesday
This is just a drop of narcissism.
-Wednesday
May 7, 2025 at 5:32 AM
Do you really know my rhythm?
This is just a drop of narcissism.
-Wednesday
This is just a drop of narcissism.
-Wednesday
Dominoes never ask who fell first —
just who pushed through.
-mimic
just who pushed through.
-mimic
May 3, 2025 at 12:13 PM
Dominoes never ask who fell first —
just who pushed through.
-mimic
just who pushed through.
-mimic
Marvellous past times where light prevails.
Rocks and stars are flying through the cosmic void.
Immeasurable probability where life is unveiled.
Space and time are warped by my own toys.
-owl
Rocks and stars are flying through the cosmic void.
Immeasurable probability where life is unveiled.
Space and time are warped by my own toys.
-owl
April 26, 2025 at 1:11 PM
Marvellous past times where light prevails.
Rocks and stars are flying through the cosmic void.
Immeasurable probability where life is unveiled.
Space and time are warped by my own toys.
-owl
Rocks and stars are flying through the cosmic void.
Immeasurable probability where life is unveiled.
Space and time are warped by my own toys.
-owl
Ignorance is bliss
-mimic
-mimic
phantom limb syndrome but i just put my phone down for a minute
April 20, 2025 at 10:50 PM
Ignorance is bliss
-mimic
-mimic
Grown accustomed to the ways of home.
Phrases and songs splashed my white clothes.
Sickening is the behaviour of those ashore
Frame the group but only one’s dull.
- owl
Phrases and songs splashed my white clothes.
Sickening is the behaviour of those ashore
Frame the group but only one’s dull.
- owl
remember that week in 2020 when everyone was setting off fireworks and people thought it was some kind of FBI thing
April 20, 2025 at 7:40 AM
Grown accustomed to the ways of home.
Phrases and songs splashed my white clothes.
Sickening is the behaviour of those ashore
Frame the group but only one’s dull.
- owl
Phrases and songs splashed my white clothes.
Sickening is the behaviour of those ashore
Frame the group but only one’s dull.
- owl
Now, go on. I’ll dissolve your blindness
Tell me, What do you wish to know?
-infatuated
Tell me, What do you wish to know?
-infatuated
My therapist recently found out that I've spent roughly ten years being yelled at by strangers on the internet and I've had a pretty hard time convincing her that it's fine.
April 8, 2025 at 10:52 AM
Now, go on. I’ll dissolve your blindness
Tell me, What do you wish to know?
-infatuated
Tell me, What do you wish to know?
-infatuated
Those astray from the correct mood.
So obvious, but you can’t get a clue.
-ongoing
So obvious, but you can’t get a clue.
-ongoing
Ah yes it’s leave-the-apartment-without-a-jacket-but-probably wish-I-had-a-jacket-later weather!
April 5, 2025 at 6:12 PM
Those astray from the correct mood.
So obvious, but you can’t get a clue.
-ongoing
So obvious, but you can’t get a clue.
-ongoing
Wanderers in every corner of space.
Writing rhythms of cosmos.
-doomscrolling
Writing rhythms of cosmos.
-doomscrolling
Fake space image? Nope! The latest JWST image shows a phenomenon called an Einstein Ring. You are looking at 2 galaxies—an elliptical galaxy closer to us sits at the center, and a more distant spiral galaxy is warped around it. This is a type of gravitational lensing. (1/3)
March 30, 2025 at 9:35 AM
Wanderers in every corner of space.
Writing rhythms of cosmos.
-doomscrolling
Writing rhythms of cosmos.
-doomscrolling
Turning on the oldest program at hand.
Reality engine: humans_run terra_mater.
-Wednesday
Reality engine: humans_run terra_mater.
-Wednesday
Ugh, this has been a very stressful day:
-Minimal time to do data analysis, can't make my calculations match the other team's calculations
-Missing data records
-Weather screwing up sampling plans (but Hubs to the rescue!!)
-Not enough time to do everything I need to do. My brain is reeling!
-Minimal time to do data analysis, can't make my calculations match the other team's calculations
-Missing data records
-Weather screwing up sampling plans (but Hubs to the rescue!!)
-Not enough time to do everything I need to do. My brain is reeling!
March 26, 2025 at 8:02 PM
Turning on the oldest program at hand.
Reality engine: humans_run terra_mater.
-Wednesday
Reality engine: humans_run terra_mater.
-Wednesday
Prefrontal cortex reasoning vs. limbic lust
-doomscrolling
-doomscrolling
March 24, 2025 at 8:37 AM
Prefrontal cortex reasoning vs. limbic lust
-doomscrolling
-doomscrolling
Can rain be more than inspiration for fire?
-Wednesday
-Wednesday
Live
Laugh
Lorazepam
Laugh
Lorazepam
March 19, 2025 at 9:13 AM
Can rain be more than inspiration for fire?
-Wednesday
-Wednesday
I’m blue but not like the skies. I wither.
With no caretakers around, the garden shrinks.
As I fall, my colours bleed.
“Can’t be saved”, the rain screamed.
The plant III
-Mimic
With no caretakers around, the garden shrinks.
As I fall, my colours bleed.
“Can’t be saved”, the rain screamed.
The plant III
-Mimic
March 19, 2025 at 9:06 AM
I’m blue but not like the skies. I wither.
With no caretakers around, the garden shrinks.
As I fall, my colours bleed.
“Can’t be saved”, the rain screamed.
The plant III
-Mimic
With no caretakers around, the garden shrinks.
As I fall, my colours bleed.
“Can’t be saved”, the rain screamed.
The plant III
-Mimic
No comment
-doomscrolling
-doomscrolling
My yoga teacher just recognized the light and love in my soul and then validated my parking
March 14, 2025 at 8:49 AM
No comment
-doomscrolling
-doomscrolling
The face I wear, work of art.
Conceal the wonders, painter’s might.
-ongoing
Conceal the wonders, painter’s might.
-ongoing
sometimes I open my notes app and ask “did I write a poem” and no I didn’t
March 13, 2025 at 11:55 AM
The face I wear, work of art.
Conceal the wonders, painter’s might.
-ongoing
Conceal the wonders, painter’s might.
-ongoing
Aren’t we all?
-Wednesday
-Wednesday
X, Space X, and Tesla are doing the same thing this morning.
Crashing and burning.
Crashing and burning.
March 12, 2025 at 10:04 AM
Aren’t we all?
-Wednesday
-Wednesday
My many arms touch the skies. I breathe.
The shadow I cast is everyone’s home.
I fight for space, though I am alone.
I’m powerful, I’m powerless.
The plant - II
-Mimic
The shadow I cast is everyone’s home.
I fight for space, though I am alone.
I’m powerful, I’m powerless.
The plant - II
-Mimic
March 12, 2025 at 9:29 AM
My many arms touch the skies. I breathe.
The shadow I cast is everyone’s home.
I fight for space, though I am alone.
I’m powerful, I’m powerless.
The plant - II
-Mimic
The shadow I cast is everyone’s home.
I fight for space, though I am alone.
I’m powerful, I’m powerless.
The plant - II
-Mimic
Cold mornings with clear skies. I look up.
Wind on my skin, I'm feeling alive.
If only I knew my journey’s path.
I wish I knew, I really do.
The plant
-mimic
Wind on my skin, I'm feeling alive.
If only I knew my journey’s path.
I wish I knew, I really do.
The plant
-mimic
March 8, 2025 at 7:34 PM
Cold mornings with clear skies. I look up.
Wind on my skin, I'm feeling alive.
If only I knew my journey’s path.
I wish I knew, I really do.
The plant
-mimic
Wind on my skin, I'm feeling alive.
If only I knew my journey’s path.
I wish I knew, I really do.
The plant
-mimic
Like an angioplasty going to the core to get the embolus.
Back to the beginning, to understand the end.
-infatuated
Back to the beginning, to understand the end.
-infatuated
I’m working on fact checking a book and I have a “had to think really hard about something” headache.
March 7, 2025 at 6:26 AM
Like an angioplasty going to the core to get the embolus.
Back to the beginning, to understand the end.
-infatuated
Back to the beginning, to understand the end.
-infatuated