Claire Boudrix
@dichotomy-of-we.bsky.social
A poetic dive into the dichotomies of humanity & complexities that connect us. A collection of freeform poetry & hoarded thoughts. Sometimes contradictory, yet all real and true, I hope to highlight the emotional roller coaster that is life.
I stopped telling you about my dreams a long time ago. I think that’s when it hit me. We’re doomed
August 2, 2025 at 2:51 AM
I stopped telling you about my dreams a long time ago. I think that’s when it hit me. We’re doomed
Nothing calms me like a storm.
August 1, 2025 at 11:10 PM
Nothing calms me like a storm.
The feeling of inner plateaus when you were convinced of your own freedom. Reincarnated entrapment—a suitable womb for resentment to birth envy towards those with native guides and teachers. #writersofbluesky #writingcommunity #poem
April 20, 2025 at 9:27 PM
The feeling of inner plateaus when you were convinced of your own freedom. Reincarnated entrapment—a suitable womb for resentment to birth envy towards those with native guides and teachers. #writersofbluesky #writingcommunity #poem
Revelations from today’s therapy session 🔭 🧿 🌱 #writer #writingcommunity
April 10, 2025 at 4:24 PM
Revelations from today’s therapy session 🔭 🧿 🌱 #writer #writingcommunity
April 9, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Solitude watering my garden at 3AM. Awake in the darkness. While the rest of the world sleeps, I greet the deer that spent the day hiding. While they graze, my roots grow deeper.
March 29, 2025 at 7:11 AM
Solitude watering my garden at 3AM. Awake in the darkness. While the rest of the world sleeps, I greet the deer that spent the day hiding. While they graze, my roots grow deeper.
A blank slate terrified me.
How was I supposed to know what to do at 16!?
With Father Time, I was gifted new sight.
With it, I realized that the endless void I continued to get lost in was really the most beautiful backdrop canvas.
#writingcommunity #writing #poetry
How was I supposed to know what to do at 16!?
With Father Time, I was gifted new sight.
With it, I realized that the endless void I continued to get lost in was really the most beautiful backdrop canvas.
#writingcommunity #writing #poetry
March 19, 2025 at 6:25 AM
A blank slate terrified me.
How was I supposed to know what to do at 16!?
With Father Time, I was gifted new sight.
With it, I realized that the endless void I continued to get lost in was really the most beautiful backdrop canvas.
#writingcommunity #writing #poetry
How was I supposed to know what to do at 16!?
With Father Time, I was gifted new sight.
With it, I realized that the endless void I continued to get lost in was really the most beautiful backdrop canvas.
#writingcommunity #writing #poetry
Does anyone else think about the endless possible stories attached to such simple things? A beautifully yet haunting exercise. Sometimes I wonder what stories my possessions will tell when I’m gone, and if they’ll ever get to taste the curiosity of someone new. #poetsofbluesky
March 16, 2025 at 11:07 PM
Does anyone else think about the endless possible stories attached to such simple things? A beautifully yet haunting exercise. Sometimes I wonder what stories my possessions will tell when I’m gone, and if they’ll ever get to taste the curiosity of someone new. #poetsofbluesky
The world bows to cruelty
bending the knee
and kneeling in shards
of broken bones
and burning coals.
From a distance,
those whose kindness
was seen as weakness
protect their orchards,
tend to their gardens,
and feed the shepherds—
A formidable refusal
to witness the last tree fall.
#poem #poetry
bending the knee
and kneeling in shards
of broken bones
and burning coals.
From a distance,
those whose kindness
was seen as weakness
protect their orchards,
tend to their gardens,
and feed the shepherds—
A formidable refusal
to witness the last tree fall.
#poem #poetry
March 15, 2025 at 4:22 PM
Mountains are more persuaded
by gentle whispers of the wind
than the force of a raging storm’s demand.
Soft murmurs carve their edges,
while fury only breaks its hand.
#poem #poet #poetsofbluesky
by gentle whispers of the wind
than the force of a raging storm’s demand.
Soft murmurs carve their edges,
while fury only breaks its hand.
#poem #poet #poetsofbluesky
March 15, 2025 at 3:44 PM
Mountains are more persuaded
by gentle whispers of the wind
than the force of a raging storm’s demand.
Soft murmurs carve their edges,
while fury only breaks its hand.
#poem #poet #poetsofbluesky
by gentle whispers of the wind
than the force of a raging storm’s demand.
Soft murmurs carve their edges,
while fury only breaks its hand.
#poem #poet #poetsofbluesky
When we would ride bikes, I felt like a real kid. I loved not worrying about when, or if, my mom would come home. Her friendship freed me in the present.
At home, I was reminded of how hard I belly laughed that day when I recruited the same muscles to gasp for air during a panic attack.
At home, I was reminded of how hard I belly laughed that day when I recruited the same muscles to gasp for air during a panic attack.
March 13, 2025 at 3:01 AM
When we would ride bikes, I felt like a real kid. I loved not worrying about when, or if, my mom would come home. Her friendship freed me in the present.
At home, I was reminded of how hard I belly laughed that day when I recruited the same muscles to gasp for air during a panic attack.
At home, I was reminded of how hard I belly laughed that day when I recruited the same muscles to gasp for air during a panic attack.
Today would have been one of my best friend’s 30th birthday if she hadn’t overdosed on heroine in 2016. Her memory reminds us of our ability to find freedom in friendship. ☘️🎂 We are not limited to the sequestered corners of our minds! Laughter is presence. Joy is presence. Happiness is presence. 🕊️
March 13, 2025 at 2:44 AM
Today would have been one of my best friend’s 30th birthday if she hadn’t overdosed on heroine in 2016. Her memory reminds us of our ability to find freedom in friendship. ☘️🎂 We are not limited to the sequestered corners of our minds! Laughter is presence. Joy is presence. Happiness is presence. 🕊️
Then move forwards,
secure your ladder in place,
and climb.
Change the view of the tightrope walker
and the generations of souls
trapped therein.
See the magic your spirit seed blooms!
Listen closely
to the hopeful hymns,
that when sung in love,
have lyrics you’ve always known.
(4/4)
secure your ladder in place,
and climb.
Change the view of the tightrope walker
and the generations of souls
trapped therein.
See the magic your spirit seed blooms!
Listen closely
to the hopeful hymns,
that when sung in love,
have lyrics you’ve always known.
(4/4)
March 12, 2025 at 1:49 AM
Then move forwards,
secure your ladder in place,
and climb.
Change the view of the tightrope walker
and the generations of souls
trapped therein.
See the magic your spirit seed blooms!
Listen closely
to the hopeful hymns,
that when sung in love,
have lyrics you’ve always known.
(4/4)
secure your ladder in place,
and climb.
Change the view of the tightrope walker
and the generations of souls
trapped therein.
See the magic your spirit seed blooms!
Listen closely
to the hopeful hymns,
that when sung in love,
have lyrics you’ve always known.
(4/4)
Trade in proclamations of understanding
for expansionary chivalry
trade in your seesaw
for a ladder that can touch the sky.
Transform fellow stagnant souls
bound together with pity and glass eyes.
Rip apart bonds between layered conditions
and reconnect depths
that reveal themselves to you.
(3/4)
for expansionary chivalry
trade in your seesaw
for a ladder that can touch the sky.
Transform fellow stagnant souls
bound together with pity and glass eyes.
Rip apart bonds between layered conditions
and reconnect depths
that reveal themselves to you.
(3/4)
March 12, 2025 at 1:46 AM
Trade in proclamations of understanding
for expansionary chivalry
trade in your seesaw
for a ladder that can touch the sky.
Transform fellow stagnant souls
bound together with pity and glass eyes.
Rip apart bonds between layered conditions
and reconnect depths
that reveal themselves to you.
(3/4)
for expansionary chivalry
trade in your seesaw
for a ladder that can touch the sky.
Transform fellow stagnant souls
bound together with pity and glass eyes.
Rip apart bonds between layered conditions
and reconnect depths
that reveal themselves to you.
(3/4)
An evolution blasphemy!
what a dangerous disregard
for the bursting potential that lives within
your heart of heart’s domain.
Don’t you see?
Don’t you know?
What can happen
when spirit seeds are watered
and allowed to grow?
(2/4)
what a dangerous disregard
for the bursting potential that lives within
your heart of heart’s domain.
Don’t you see?
Don’t you know?
What can happen
when spirit seeds are watered
and allowed to grow?
(2/4)
March 12, 2025 at 1:45 AM
An evolution blasphemy!
what a dangerous disregard
for the bursting potential that lives within
your heart of heart’s domain.
Don’t you see?
Don’t you know?
What can happen
when spirit seeds are watered
and allowed to grow?
(2/4)
what a dangerous disregard
for the bursting potential that lives within
your heart of heart’s domain.
Don’t you see?
Don’t you know?
What can happen
when spirit seeds are watered
and allowed to grow?
(2/4)
Your empathic claims rear inquisitive faces
who challenge your seesaw game
A teeter between
child-like lies and shame.
Easy for you,
standing so fixed,
while those born on tightropes
age suspended above
the false-god empathic crowds
that only pity and pretend
they can’t form a human ladder.
(1/4)
who challenge your seesaw game
A teeter between
child-like lies and shame.
Easy for you,
standing so fixed,
while those born on tightropes
age suspended above
the false-god empathic crowds
that only pity and pretend
they can’t form a human ladder.
(1/4)
March 12, 2025 at 1:44 AM
Your empathic claims rear inquisitive faces
who challenge your seesaw game
A teeter between
child-like lies and shame.
Easy for you,
standing so fixed,
while those born on tightropes
age suspended above
the false-god empathic crowds
that only pity and pretend
they can’t form a human ladder.
(1/4)
who challenge your seesaw game
A teeter between
child-like lies and shame.
Easy for you,
standing so fixed,
while those born on tightropes
age suspended above
the false-god empathic crowds
that only pity and pretend
they can’t form a human ladder.
(1/4)
I resented my inherited risks,
hexed the shadow of addiction,
but failed to see my own version—
the slow, intoxicating habit
of unearthing every imperfection, hoarding them like jagged stones, turning them into weapons of war to punish myself for being human.
hexed the shadow of addiction,
but failed to see my own version—
the slow, intoxicating habit
of unearthing every imperfection, hoarding them like jagged stones, turning them into weapons of war to punish myself for being human.
March 11, 2025 at 7:44 PM
I resented my inherited risks,
hexed the shadow of addiction,
but failed to see my own version—
the slow, intoxicating habit
of unearthing every imperfection, hoarding them like jagged stones, turning them into weapons of war to punish myself for being human.
hexed the shadow of addiction,
but failed to see my own version—
the slow, intoxicating habit
of unearthing every imperfection, hoarding them like jagged stones, turning them into weapons of war to punish myself for being human.
Reposted by Claire Boudrix
March 10, 2025 at 9:18 PM
To anyone else who inherited the core belief that you are only worthy of love if it comes at a cost. Know your energy is sacred— protected and preserved, this is your power. When dispensed at your discretion— an invaluable gift. 🕊️
#poem #poetry #femalepoets
#poem #poetry #femalepoets
March 10, 2025 at 9:11 PM
To anyone else who inherited the core belief that you are only worthy of love if it comes at a cost. Know your energy is sacred— protected and preserved, this is your power. When dispensed at your discretion— an invaluable gift. 🕊️
#poem #poetry #femalepoets
#poem #poetry #femalepoets