Canadian living in Treaty 6 territory and hikes/runs/scrambles the Rocky Mountains in Treaty 7 whenever I can.
My sky was not blue last night, but it still reminds me of how you all light up the world.
Image: my photo, Aurora Borealis
My sky was not blue last night, but it still reminds me of how you all light up the world.
Image: my photo, Aurora Borealis
#WildWalkPrompt
#orange
#darkness
As the days grow short,
And darkness draws near,
Orange you glad
I'm with you, my dear?
#WildWalkPrompt
#orange
#darkness
As the days grow short,
And darkness draws near,
Orange you glad
I'm with you, my dear?
I love it because I deeply relate to both.
My responsive poem is meant to reflect that. With that in mind, please read the words "you" and "your" as plural, referring to both people in the original poem.
I love it because I deeply relate to both.
My responsive poem is meant to reflect that. With that in mind, please read the words "you" and "your" as plural, referring to both people in the original poem.
• expressive poetry,
• evocative emoetry prompts,
• continual community encouragement,
she generously shares her vibrancy.
So I would like to lift her to the sky.
But that’s hard to do for someone who is already there.
• expressive poetry,
• evocative emoetry prompts,
• continual community encouragement,
she generously shares her vibrancy.
So I would like to lift her to the sky.
But that’s hard to do for someone who is already there.
To all the poets on Bluesky: you have been, and are, my family in this season of my life, and I appreciate you so very much.
Poets,
also known as
Priests or
Prophets,
Reveal what things mean;
they
Inspire
the most important parts of
life,
which are
Unseen
Never feel invisible.
There is always somebody who appreciates your art - even if you don't know it.
The word for Oct 23rd :
UNSEEN
#vss365 #prompt #unseen
being married to an
android
makes wounds
hard to heal
but he teaches me
stability
while he learns
how to
feel
All my love
for your poetry
and this is what I get??!
This is how you repay me?
With..
Oh wait...
More poetry.
Ok,
no sweat.
😉
All my love
for your poetry
and this is what I get??!
This is how you repay me?
With..
Oh wait...
More poetry.
Ok,
no sweat.
😉
The world says it wants everyone to be more intelligent, dedicated, and compassionate.
But they can't even recognize it when you are, let alone know how to fucking handle you.
Disordered?
Ha!
🧵
You. Aren’t. Fucking. Broken. 😤
You and your soul BRILLIANTLY adapted to an environment that left you no choice but to become a survivor.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #Channel #ChannelledMessage #ActuallyAutistic #Neurodivergent
now I REALLY want to see the cursed edition!!!
The world says it wants everyone to be more intelligent, dedicated, and compassionate.
But they can't even recognize it when you are, let alone know how to fucking handle you.
Disordered?
Ha!
🧵
Seeking for whom they may devour
This version of evil, we call the #piranha
Watch out afresh for TheDevilsTuna!
😈🐟😈
(As in the freshwater type. TheDevilsFreshTuna?
Fresh, 'cause he's not salty!)
🤓😅🤓
Seeking for whom they may devour
This version of evil, we call the #piranha
Watch out afresh for TheDevilsTuna!
😈🐟😈
(As in the freshwater type. TheDevilsFreshTuna?
Fresh, 'cause he's not salty!)
🤓😅🤓
she sang her own mournful dirge;
her voice a haunting echo -
an ethereal silhouette
illuminated by flames
as she rose from the ashes.
#7syllablesentence #dirge #micropoetry #poetry #poetrysky #poetrycommunity
she sang her own mournful dirge;
her voice a haunting echo -
an ethereal silhouette
illuminated by flames
as she rose from the ashes.
#7syllablesentence #dirge #micropoetry #poetry #poetrysky #poetrycommunity
Far from home,
in a tropical monsoon land,
I was still confident I knew what I was doing
But it turned out,
it was only myself
that I was fooling
Soaking wet
in my useless raincoat,
I must have looked quite odd
They were right,
an umbrell’s better
for a water-fight with God
You could call me a kind of libertine –
Social rules are, for me, unseen
But I cause hurts that I didn’t mean
Then mourn for what might-have-been
You could call me a kind of libertine –
Social rules are, for me, unseen
But I cause hurts that I didn’t mean
Then mourn for what might-have-been