I refuse to walk on rugs.
As soon as my feet are planted,
comfortable and firm,
The rug is pulled out from under me.
Lesson learned.

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My memories of you are planted
under the bones of my ribcage.
Each kiss, each touch-
transformed into a seed-
blooming over the years into
overgrown fields of wildflowers.
When I miss you,
I breathe deep, reach inside
and gather myself a bouquet.
It's the only way to reminisce.

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Me on Bluesky

I added my tears
into a bottle with a
"Drink Me" label.
Let's find out if
my sadness
is stronger than
the alcohol you consume.
- A. Nightingale Poet

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I do not climb mountains - metaphorically or literally - I'm terrified of heights in all forms.

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"My feminine rage is tailored specific to my womanly curves..."

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I’ll never understand nor forgive anyone who disregarded the women in their lives and voted for a known sexual abuser.

On my darkest days,
I layer my eyes in
shades of yellow.
I try to counteract the
negative thoughts
in a desperate attempt to
look on the bright side.

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Hello BlueSky!!!
I'm Alta Nightingale, a pen-name poet.
I enjoy hiding in plain sight, filling empty pages of paper, and hanging out with water under a full moon.

Follow me for my insights on life. Or, lack thereof.

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