Craig E Scutt
@celliott1970.bsky.social
in triplicate, if known. what roams behind my orbital bones.
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Pinned
And I, a forest of dark need.
Soon I’ll be deep
Under the veil of sleep
Hoping that I’ll find you there
And finally discover what it is
To be tangled with you beneath the sheets.
We’ll find our way, feral and stray.
In hopes that dreams bleed
Into real life
When you and I can finally, be.
Under the veil of sleep
Hoping that I’ll find you there
And finally discover what it is
To be tangled with you beneath the sheets.
We’ll find our way, feral and stray.
In hopes that dreams bleed
Into real life
When you and I can finally, be.
December 5, 2025 at 3:27 AM
Soon I’ll be deep
Under the veil of sleep
Hoping that I’ll find you there
And finally discover what it is
To be tangled with you beneath the sheets.
We’ll find our way, feral and stray.
In hopes that dreams bleed
Into real life
When you and I can finally, be.
Under the veil of sleep
Hoping that I’ll find you there
And finally discover what it is
To be tangled with you beneath the sheets.
We’ll find our way, feral and stray.
In hopes that dreams bleed
Into real life
When you and I can finally, be.
A final thought
To end the night.
Don’t focus on
What you find wrong
Within you, instead
Find strength
In all that’s right.
Embrace your flaws
And empower yourself.
Let the haters burn
I’ll put you on that shelf.
To end the night.
Don’t focus on
What you find wrong
Within you, instead
Find strength
In all that’s right.
Embrace your flaws
And empower yourself.
Let the haters burn
I’ll put you on that shelf.
December 2, 2025 at 3:27 AM
A final thought
To end the night.
Don’t focus on
What you find wrong
Within you, instead
Find strength
In all that’s right.
Embrace your flaws
And empower yourself.
Let the haters burn
I’ll put you on that shelf.
To end the night.
Don’t focus on
What you find wrong
Within you, instead
Find strength
In all that’s right.
Embrace your flaws
And empower yourself.
Let the haters burn
I’ll put you on that shelf.
Stuck
In two
Places
At once.
Mired
In the
Regret
Of the past
And weighed
Deep down
With
The chance
Of future
Failure
Prevent
Us from
Learning
To dance.
In the here
In the now.
Somehow.
In two
Places
At once.
Mired
In the
Regret
Of the past
And weighed
Deep down
With
The chance
Of future
Failure
Prevent
Us from
Learning
To dance.
In the here
In the now.
Somehow.
December 1, 2025 at 3:26 AM
Stuck
In two
Places
At once.
Mired
In the
Regret
Of the past
And weighed
Deep down
With
The chance
Of future
Failure
Prevent
Us from
Learning
To dance.
In the here
In the now.
Somehow.
In two
Places
At once.
Mired
In the
Regret
Of the past
And weighed
Deep down
With
The chance
Of future
Failure
Prevent
Us from
Learning
To dance.
In the here
In the now.
Somehow.
Reposted by Craig E Scutt
I am sitting on thoughts
waiting to bloom
through the ground
and when they finally come
I hope you’re still around
waiting to bloom
through the ground
and when they finally come
I hope you’re still around
November 30, 2025 at 5:41 AM
I am sitting on thoughts
waiting to bloom
through the ground
and when they finally come
I hope you’re still around
waiting to bloom
through the ground
and when they finally come
I hope you’re still around
The truth is simple
And brutal and pure.
I want to find you
Over and over
Again and again
For good measure,
To be good and sure.
And brutal and pure.
I want to find you
Over and over
Again and again
For good measure,
To be good and sure.
November 29, 2025 at 3:07 PM
The truth is simple
And brutal and pure.
I want to find you
Over and over
Again and again
For good measure,
To be good and sure.
And brutal and pure.
I want to find you
Over and over
Again and again
For good measure,
To be good and sure.
It’s too early.
It’s too cold.
But here I am
Waiting
Bring it on.
Bring your all.
I’m just so hungry
To taste all the good
Savour every flaw.
Any ink or scars
Upon my tongue.
To be a true
Devourer
To give to you
All you want or need
And more.
It’s too cold.
But here I am
Waiting
Bring it on.
Bring your all.
I’m just so hungry
To taste all the good
Savour every flaw.
Any ink or scars
Upon my tongue.
To be a true
Devourer
To give to you
All you want or need
And more.
November 29, 2025 at 2:00 PM
It’s too early.
It’s too cold.
But here I am
Waiting
Bring it on.
Bring your all.
I’m just so hungry
To taste all the good
Savour every flaw.
Any ink or scars
Upon my tongue.
To be a true
Devourer
To give to you
All you want or need
And more.
It’s too cold.
But here I am
Waiting
Bring it on.
Bring your all.
I’m just so hungry
To taste all the good
Savour every flaw.
Any ink or scars
Upon my tongue.
To be a true
Devourer
To give to you
All you want or need
And more.
We’re all compostable around here.
November 29, 2025 at 2:00 PM
We’re all compostable around here.
Meanwhile, in America…
Happy Thanksgiving. 🦃
Happy Thanksgiving. 🦃
November 27, 2025 at 11:48 AM
Meanwhile, in America…
Happy Thanksgiving. 🦃
Happy Thanksgiving. 🦃
Don’t take my word
For it
Or the word of any
Other.
Take and hang upon
Your own
Use self judgment to
Discover.
For it
Or the word of any
Other.
Take and hang upon
Your own
Use self judgment to
Discover.
November 27, 2025 at 9:46 AM
Don’t take my word
For it
Or the word of any
Other.
Take and hang upon
Your own
Use self judgment to
Discover.
For it
Or the word of any
Other.
Take and hang upon
Your own
Use self judgment to
Discover.
Not looking directly into its eyes,
Though not missing the cues.
Taking stock in what one knows
Not when others speak their truths.
Though not missing the cues.
Taking stock in what one knows
Not when others speak their truths.
November 24, 2025 at 10:55 AM
Not looking directly into its eyes,
Though not missing the cues.
Taking stock in what one knows
Not when others speak their truths.
Though not missing the cues.
Taking stock in what one knows
Not when others speak their truths.
At last
I took
The time
To really read
Between
The lines.
But the words
Fell moot
Lacking
The meat
On their
Brittle bones
Meant hurt
With ill repute.
So I dug them
A shallow
Little grave
And left
Them there
To stink
And rot
We’re better
Off
This way.
I took
The time
To really read
Between
The lines.
But the words
Fell moot
Lacking
The meat
On their
Brittle bones
Meant hurt
With ill repute.
So I dug them
A shallow
Little grave
And left
Them there
To stink
And rot
We’re better
Off
This way.
November 24, 2025 at 3:25 AM
At last
I took
The time
To really read
Between
The lines.
But the words
Fell moot
Lacking
The meat
On their
Brittle bones
Meant hurt
With ill repute.
So I dug them
A shallow
Little grave
And left
Them there
To stink
And rot
We’re better
Off
This way.
I took
The time
To really read
Between
The lines.
But the words
Fell moot
Lacking
The meat
On their
Brittle bones
Meant hurt
With ill repute.
So I dug them
A shallow
Little grave
And left
Them there
To stink
And rot
We’re better
Off
This way.
Too much
And yet
Not enough
At the exact
Same moment.
As if
Red and black
Bled together
Birthing
Something
More potent.
And yet
Not enough
At the exact
Same moment.
As if
Red and black
Bled together
Birthing
Something
More potent.
November 23, 2025 at 8:55 PM
Too much
And yet
Not enough
At the exact
Same moment.
As if
Red and black
Bled together
Birthing
Something
More potent.
And yet
Not enough
At the exact
Same moment.
As if
Red and black
Bled together
Birthing
Something
More potent.
The girl who cried wolf
And the wolf that trailed behind,
Close enough to see and catch her scent
Yet cunning enough to give her the time to find.
And the wolf that trailed behind,
Close enough to see and catch her scent
Yet cunning enough to give her the time to find.
November 23, 2025 at 2:54 AM
The girl who cried wolf
And the wolf that trailed behind,
Close enough to see and catch her scent
Yet cunning enough to give her the time to find.
And the wolf that trailed behind,
Close enough to see and catch her scent
Yet cunning enough to give her the time to find.
Reposted by Craig E Scutt
The chill
In the air
Of a mid
November
Night
Has its way
Of summoning
Demons
And Deities
For worship
For making
Things right.
In the air
Of a mid
November
Night
Has its way
Of summoning
Demons
And Deities
For worship
For making
Things right.
November 19, 2025 at 3:03 AM
The chill
In the air
Of a mid
November
Night
Has its way
Of summoning
Demons
And Deities
For worship
For making
Things right.
In the air
Of a mid
November
Night
Has its way
Of summoning
Demons
And Deities
For worship
For making
Things right.
What you’re perceiving as anger or anguish or frustration, it’s not.
In fact, it’s none of those things. It’s pure, feral, unabated hunger.
Come closer, let me show you.
In fact, it’s none of those things. It’s pure, feral, unabated hunger.
Come closer, let me show you.
November 17, 2025 at 1:56 AM
What you’re perceiving as anger or anguish or frustration, it’s not.
In fact, it’s none of those things. It’s pure, feral, unabated hunger.
Come closer, let me show you.
In fact, it’s none of those things. It’s pure, feral, unabated hunger.
Come closer, let me show you.
No search history
There to view at all
That past remains
The past as they say
Unless kindness
And sincerity
Come to make a call.
There to view at all
That past remains
The past as they say
Unless kindness
And sincerity
Come to make a call.
November 15, 2025 at 11:01 PM
No search history
There to view at all
That past remains
The past as they say
Unless kindness
And sincerity
Come to make a call.
There to view at all
That past remains
The past as they say
Unless kindness
And sincerity
Come to make a call.
The ink beneath
Her skin
Set his lips
In fire
In the most extraordinary way.
Her skin
Set his lips
In fire
In the most extraordinary way.
November 15, 2025 at 2:56 PM
The ink beneath
Her skin
Set his lips
In fire
In the most extraordinary way.
Her skin
Set his lips
In fire
In the most extraordinary way.
As adults
We can grow
We can learn
To get past
Slights
To put
Differences
To bed
And finally
Let those
Sleeping dogs lie.
If they come
Back to light
We can put
Them down
We owe it to
Ourselves
To strive to try.
We can grow
We can learn
To get past
Slights
To put
Differences
To bed
And finally
Let those
Sleeping dogs lie.
If they come
Back to light
We can put
Them down
We owe it to
Ourselves
To strive to try.
November 15, 2025 at 2:55 PM
As adults
We can grow
We can learn
To get past
Slights
To put
Differences
To bed
And finally
Let those
Sleeping dogs lie.
If they come
Back to light
We can put
Them down
We owe it to
Ourselves
To strive to try.
We can grow
We can learn
To get past
Slights
To put
Differences
To bed
And finally
Let those
Sleeping dogs lie.
If they come
Back to light
We can put
Them down
We owe it to
Ourselves
To strive to try.
The longer I walk the earth
The more I come to know
Fewer and fewer people
Are the self they lead to show.
The more I come to know
Fewer and fewer people
Are the self they lead to show.
November 15, 2025 at 2:18 AM
The longer I walk the earth
The more I come to know
Fewer and fewer people
Are the self they lead to show.
The more I come to know
Fewer and fewer people
Are the self they lead to show.
Forsake me.
Break me.
Into my parts
On your own.
Berate me.
Erase me.
From your life
My mind blown.
Break me.
Into my parts
On your own.
Berate me.
Erase me.
From your life
My mind blown.
November 12, 2025 at 1:55 AM
Forsake me.
Break me.
Into my parts
On your own.
Berate me.
Erase me.
From your life
My mind blown.
Break me.
Into my parts
On your own.
Berate me.
Erase me.
From your life
My mind blown.
Lest We Forget.
November 11, 2025 at 10:36 AM
Lest We Forget.
In the end of it all, she fully intended to drive him mad and he embraced it all.
As if fate and the gods had conspired to bring about his divine fall.
As if fate and the gods had conspired to bring about his divine fall.
November 11, 2025 at 10:35 AM
In the end of it all, she fully intended to drive him mad and he embraced it all.
As if fate and the gods had conspired to bring about his divine fall.
As if fate and the gods had conspired to bring about his divine fall.
To me
It’s been a great therapy
Writing clandestine love letters
To you.
The intention
Has always been
One day, you’ll read,
As they pass from my hand
To you.
It’s been a great therapy
Writing clandestine love letters
To you.
The intention
Has always been
One day, you’ll read,
As they pass from my hand
To you.
November 8, 2025 at 8:13 PM
To me
It’s been a great therapy
Writing clandestine love letters
To you.
The intention
Has always been
One day, you’ll read,
As they pass from my hand
To you.
It’s been a great therapy
Writing clandestine love letters
To you.
The intention
Has always been
One day, you’ll read,
As they pass from my hand
To you.
Reposted by Craig E Scutt
A girl
who's a fire starter
and a boy
who loves flames.
who's a fire starter
and a boy
who loves flames.
October 30, 2025 at 3:37 AM
A girl
who's a fire starter
and a boy
who loves flames.
who's a fire starter
and a boy
who loves flames.