DW Keene
@dragonandelf.bsky.social
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DW Keene
@dragonandelf.bsky.social
· Nov 16
Reposted by DW Keene
The developers never failed to #issue regular new items in both the store and in-game purchase methods. It kept the variety of costumes and other items at remarkable levels.
Rory, of course, hoarded his currencies. He never knew what might come up in the future and didn’t want to miss it.
#vss365
Rory, of course, hoarded his currencies. He never knew what might come up in the future and didn’t want to miss it.
#vss365
November 16, 2025 at 10:04 AM
Too many tasks piled in half done hazards
Too many options too loosely tied
Issues surrounding us, beating too many drums
I am reduced to the urgent and immediate
Taking the blame for it's better than the lonely
I hear thd cold in your voice
Yet what can I do?
The devastation is hip deep
#VSS365
Too many options too loosely tied
Issues surrounding us, beating too many drums
I am reduced to the urgent and immediate
Taking the blame for it's better than the lonely
I hear thd cold in your voice
Yet what can I do?
The devastation is hip deep
#VSS365
November 16, 2025 at 10:27 AM
Too many tasks piled in half done hazards
Too many options too loosely tied
Issues surrounding us, beating too many drums
I am reduced to the urgent and immediate
Taking the blame for it's better than the lonely
I hear thd cold in your voice
Yet what can I do?
The devastation is hip deep
#VSS365
Too many options too loosely tied
Issues surrounding us, beating too many drums
I am reduced to the urgent and immediate
Taking the blame for it's better than the lonely
I hear thd cold in your voice
Yet what can I do?
The devastation is hip deep
#VSS365
Reposted by DW Keene
If Only We Obeyed
Keep our heads down,
pencils to paper
We were instructed so many years ago,
hunched on puke-pink chairs
That chalkboard-scented myth that we would succeed, if only we obeyed
#vss365
Keep our heads down,
pencils to paper
We were instructed so many years ago,
hunched on puke-pink chairs
That chalkboard-scented myth that we would succeed, if only we obeyed
#vss365
November 12, 2025 at 1:18 PM
If Only We Obeyed
Keep our heads down,
pencils to paper
We were instructed so many years ago,
hunched on puke-pink chairs
That chalkboard-scented myth that we would succeed, if only we obeyed
#vss365
Keep our heads down,
pencils to paper
We were instructed so many years ago,
hunched on puke-pink chairs
That chalkboard-scented myth that we would succeed, if only we obeyed
#vss365
Reposted by DW Keene
oh, my darling
our lungs are too tiny to hold
an entire world’s worth of
s o l i t a r y s o r r o w s
let’s breathe through
these many achings
t o g e t h e r
#poetry
our lungs are too tiny to hold
an entire world’s worth of
s o l i t a r y s o r r o w s
let’s breathe through
these many achings
t o g e t h e r
#poetry
November 14, 2025 at 4:52 PM
oh, my darling
our lungs are too tiny to hold
an entire world’s worth of
s o l i t a r y s o r r o w s
let’s breathe through
these many achings
t o g e t h e r
#poetry
our lungs are too tiny to hold
an entire world’s worth of
s o l i t a r y s o r r o w s
let’s breathe through
these many achings
t o g e t h e r
#poetry
#FirstBirdOfMyDay
One for sorrow Magpie on a damp, nearly misty morning. Further on, 2 geese I think from the size, shape and movement but not ones I recognised and too far to be sure. Also a heron on the top of a tree watching the sky left and right.
One for sorrow Magpie on a damp, nearly misty morning. Further on, 2 geese I think from the size, shape and movement but not ones I recognised and too far to be sure. Also a heron on the top of a tree watching the sky left and right.
November 16, 2025 at 8:41 AM
#FirstBirdOfMyDay
One for sorrow Magpie on a damp, nearly misty morning. Further on, 2 geese I think from the size, shape and movement but not ones I recognised and too far to be sure. Also a heron on the top of a tree watching the sky left and right.
One for sorrow Magpie on a damp, nearly misty morning. Further on, 2 geese I think from the size, shape and movement but not ones I recognised and too far to be sure. Also a heron on the top of a tree watching the sky left and right.
Retrospective is the transport
Used by grief and regret
The time when self inspection reveals
Alternative life
Yet
It is a sieve holding no life-giving water
He, they, chose too
Today is all anyone has
Brimming with tomorrow-possibles
Oft I go back to bed
Revolted by the energy
Required
#vss365
Used by grief and regret
The time when self inspection reveals
Alternative life
Yet
It is a sieve holding no life-giving water
He, they, chose too
Today is all anyone has
Brimming with tomorrow-possibles
Oft I go back to bed
Revolted by the energy
Required
#vss365
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November 16, 2025 at 7:31 AM
Retrospective is the transport
Used by grief and regret
The time when self inspection reveals
Alternative life
Yet
It is a sieve holding no life-giving water
He, they, chose too
Today is all anyone has
Brimming with tomorrow-possibles
Oft I go back to bed
Revolted by the energy
Required
#vss365
Used by grief and regret
The time when self inspection reveals
Alternative life
Yet
It is a sieve holding no life-giving water
He, they, chose too
Today is all anyone has
Brimming with tomorrow-possibles
Oft I go back to bed
Revolted by the energy
Required
#vss365
I lost my love, trickled him slowly
Thro my careless fingers
My palms transported him as water
My mind ever away on things I could never reach
I lost my love, my heart
It aches with woe
His patience hardened & turned to warmer arms
I never saw the day he went
Only the day I returned too late
#vss365
Thro my careless fingers
My palms transported him as water
My mind ever away on things I could never reach
I lost my love, my heart
It aches with woe
His patience hardened & turned to warmer arms
I never saw the day he went
Only the day I returned too late
#vss365
November 16, 2025 at 7:13 AM
I lost my love, trickled him slowly
Thro my careless fingers
My palms transported him as water
My mind ever away on things I could never reach
I lost my love, my heart
It aches with woe
His patience hardened & turned to warmer arms
I never saw the day he went
Only the day I returned too late
#vss365
Thro my careless fingers
My palms transported him as water
My mind ever away on things I could never reach
I lost my love, my heart
It aches with woe
His patience hardened & turned to warmer arms
I never saw the day he went
Only the day I returned too late
#vss365
Seeds drop and grow
The transport
A bird or perhaps a four footed thing
Hooked for a free ride to migration
How can they not have brains?
Roots speak, dig, and hold together
Chemical warfare in ultraviolet
Symbiote in deed
I, the illiterate
Am amazed
#vss365
The transport
A bird or perhaps a four footed thing
Hooked for a free ride to migration
How can they not have brains?
Roots speak, dig, and hold together
Chemical warfare in ultraviolet
Symbiote in deed
I, the illiterate
Am amazed
#vss365
November 15, 2025 at 3:13 PM
Seeds drop and grow
The transport
A bird or perhaps a four footed thing
Hooked for a free ride to migration
How can they not have brains?
Roots speak, dig, and hold together
Chemical warfare in ultraviolet
Symbiote in deed
I, the illiterate
Am amazed
#vss365
The transport
A bird or perhaps a four footed thing
Hooked for a free ride to migration
How can they not have brains?
Roots speak, dig, and hold together
Chemical warfare in ultraviolet
Symbiote in deed
I, the illiterate
Am amazed
#vss365
Reposted by DW Keene
Victimized? Maybe
But never a victim
I choose my own life
#Emoetry #Prompt #Victimized #Senryu #Haiku #Poetry #Micropoetry #Trauma #Courage #Healing #Resilience
But never a victim
I choose my own life
#Emoetry #Prompt #Victimized #Senryu #Haiku #Poetry #Micropoetry #Trauma #Courage #Healing #Resilience
November 15, 2025 at 1:50 PM
Victimized? Maybe
But never a victim
I choose my own life
#Emoetry #Prompt #Victimized #Senryu #Haiku #Poetry #Micropoetry #Trauma #Courage #Healing #Resilience
But never a victim
I choose my own life
#Emoetry #Prompt #Victimized #Senryu #Haiku #Poetry #Micropoetry #Trauma #Courage #Healing #Resilience
I search
For
Something
Draw
Thingsclose
For inspection
Mutter and cast them aside
Hunger within
There's no science to it
No rhythm or reason to dance
Its tune
Just compulsion goading
Fear threatening
A scream inside
I block it
Hypertension continues
Madness is here
It is
I
#vss365
For
Something
Draw
Thingsclose
For inspection
Mutter and cast them aside
Hunger within
There's no science to it
No rhythm or reason to dance
Its tune
Just compulsion goading
Fear threatening
A scream inside
I block it
Hypertension continues
Madness is here
It is
I
#vss365
November 14, 2025 at 8:27 PM
I search
For
Something
Draw
Thingsclose
For inspection
Mutter and cast them aside
Hunger within
There's no science to it
No rhythm or reason to dance
Its tune
Just compulsion goading
Fear threatening
A scream inside
I block it
Hypertension continues
Madness is here
It is
I
#vss365
For
Something
Draw
Thingsclose
For inspection
Mutter and cast them aside
Hunger within
There's no science to it
No rhythm or reason to dance
Its tune
Just compulsion goading
Fear threatening
A scream inside
I block it
Hypertension continues
Madness is here
It is
I
#vss365
Reposted by DW Keene
There were some that speculated that The Enemy had managed to recreate gate technology, or that even their ships could create gates, individually, in order to arrive anywhere in the blink of an eye.
Dylan didn’t understand the #science, but it didn’t matter. They still needed to fly.
#vss365
Dylan didn’t understand the #science, but it didn’t matter. They still needed to fly.
#vss365
November 14, 2025 at 9:20 AM
Leaves have fallen
Colour crisped and curled in on themselves
I join them in turning to flakes under the passage of others
Blowing left and right, swirled fragments falling
When the surface area becomes unsustainable
They are no longer a leaf
But a fragment of the earth
I blend with them forgotten
Colour crisped and curled in on themselves
I join them in turning to flakes under the passage of others
Blowing left and right, swirled fragments falling
When the surface area becomes unsustainable
They are no longer a leaf
But a fragment of the earth
I blend with them forgotten
November 12, 2025 at 9:24 PM
Leaves have fallen
Colour crisped and curled in on themselves
I join them in turning to flakes under the passage of others
Blowing left and right, swirled fragments falling
When the surface area becomes unsustainable
They are no longer a leaf
But a fragment of the earth
I blend with them forgotten
Colour crisped and curled in on themselves
I join them in turning to flakes under the passage of others
Blowing left and right, swirled fragments falling
When the surface area becomes unsustainable
They are no longer a leaf
But a fragment of the earth
I blend with them forgotten
The law of language is communication and history of the word change. It is where clarity turns to fuzz and freedom, precise grammatical flaws. Most of all, its law is that it is alive and living and its capacity to pull life back into the dying a gift of extraordinary power.
#vss365
#vss365
November 10, 2025 at 7:12 AM
The law of language is communication and history of the word change. It is where clarity turns to fuzz and freedom, precise grammatical flaws. Most of all, its law is that it is alive and living and its capacity to pull life back into the dying a gift of extraordinary power.
#vss365
#vss365
Reposted by DW Keene
How the water cleanses us,
washing us like the river—
it does not ask what we’ve done,
nor what we hope to become,
but bears both shadow and reflection,
teaching the stone to yield.
Touching what is broken
until it learns to shimmer again—
Keeper of secrets
mirror of souls..
#Elemental
washing us like the river—
it does not ask what we’ve done,
nor what we hope to become,
but bears both shadow and reflection,
teaching the stone to yield.
Touching what is broken
until it learns to shimmer again—
Keeper of secrets
mirror of souls..
#Elemental
November 9, 2025 at 4:54 PM
How the water cleanses us,
washing us like the river—
it does not ask what we’ve done,
nor what we hope to become,
but bears both shadow and reflection,
teaching the stone to yield.
Touching what is broken
until it learns to shimmer again—
Keeper of secrets
mirror of souls..
#Elemental
washing us like the river—
it does not ask what we’ve done,
nor what we hope to become,
but bears both shadow and reflection,
teaching the stone to yield.
Touching what is broken
until it learns to shimmer again—
Keeper of secrets
mirror of souls..
#Elemental
Uncomfortable and jerky
Uncertain of the path beyond and behind
This Liminal time strangles and revives hope in equal parts
Misting shapes and emotions
A nightingale sings
I wish I knew where
I think I would go
For joy
#blueskyrelay
Uncertain of the path beyond and behind
This Liminal time strangles and revives hope in equal parts
Misting shapes and emotions
A nightingale sings
I wish I knew where
I think I would go
For joy
#blueskyrelay
November 9, 2025 at 4:39 PM
Uncomfortable and jerky
Uncertain of the path beyond and behind
This Liminal time strangles and revives hope in equal parts
Misting shapes and emotions
A nightingale sings
I wish I knew where
I think I would go
For joy
#blueskyrelay
Uncertain of the path beyond and behind
This Liminal time strangles and revives hope in equal parts
Misting shapes and emotions
A nightingale sings
I wish I knew where
I think I would go
For joy
#blueskyrelay
Reposted by DW Keene
November 9, 2025 at 7:49 AM
Memories of home
Isolation jealousy criticism
I am not never was
The little woman at home
I am the wind howling cold down the chimney
I am the furious fire devouring your soul
Denial of your superiority endemic to the marrow of my bones
The strength of my dna
roars in my language
Not yours
#VSS365
Isolation jealousy criticism
I am not never was
The little woman at home
I am the wind howling cold down the chimney
I am the furious fire devouring your soul
Denial of your superiority endemic to the marrow of my bones
The strength of my dna
roars in my language
Not yours
#VSS365
November 9, 2025 at 7:29 AM
Memories of home
Isolation jealousy criticism
I am not never was
The little woman at home
I am the wind howling cold down the chimney
I am the furious fire devouring your soul
Denial of your superiority endemic to the marrow of my bones
The strength of my dna
roars in my language
Not yours
#VSS365
Isolation jealousy criticism
I am not never was
The little woman at home
I am the wind howling cold down the chimney
I am the furious fire devouring your soul
Denial of your superiority endemic to the marrow of my bones
The strength of my dna
roars in my language
Not yours
#VSS365
#wildwalkprompt
The wind combes my hair
I remember that
The rain smells of rain wet leaf
The #countryside calls
I struggle to maintain too many lives
I morph in pain
Yet another sideline
Getting fit
Trying to remember home and how it's made
The wind combes my hair
I remember that
The rain smells of rain wet leaf
The #countryside calls
I struggle to maintain too many lives
I morph in pain
Yet another sideline
Getting fit
Trying to remember home and how it's made
November 9, 2025 at 7:01 AM
#wildwalkprompt
The wind combes my hair
I remember that
The rain smells of rain wet leaf
The #countryside calls
I struggle to maintain too many lives
I morph in pain
Yet another sideline
Getting fit
Trying to remember home and how it's made
The wind combes my hair
I remember that
The rain smells of rain wet leaf
The #countryside calls
I struggle to maintain too many lives
I morph in pain
Yet another sideline
Getting fit
Trying to remember home and how it's made
There's no language for being Other in a world where
Expectations never stop piling as leaves
Blocking the door when each leaf is filled with tears
Communication defines boundaries and change
Ever you expect psychic knowledge, that which I lack
Yet my lack you never see
This one broke me
#vss365
Expectations never stop piling as leaves
Blocking the door when each leaf is filled with tears
Communication defines boundaries and change
Ever you expect psychic knowledge, that which I lack
Yet my lack you never see
This one broke me
#vss365
November 9, 2025 at 6:46 AM
There's no language for being Other in a world where
Expectations never stop piling as leaves
Blocking the door when each leaf is filled with tears
Communication defines boundaries and change
Ever you expect psychic knowledge, that which I lack
Yet my lack you never see
This one broke me
#vss365
Expectations never stop piling as leaves
Blocking the door when each leaf is filled with tears
Communication defines boundaries and change
Ever you expect psychic knowledge, that which I lack
Yet my lack you never see
This one broke me
#vss365
Reposted by DW Keene
loose tendrils
and butterfly blues
speakeasy morning
no smugglers here
only red coldness
subsiding in stillness
light catchers all the same
#inkMine #poet #writerslife
and butterfly blues
speakeasy morning
no smugglers here
only red coldness
subsiding in stillness
light catchers all the same
#inkMine #poet #writerslife
November 8, 2025 at 10:00 AM
loose tendrils
and butterfly blues
speakeasy morning
no smugglers here
only red coldness
subsiding in stillness
light catchers all the same
#inkMine #poet #writerslife
and butterfly blues
speakeasy morning
no smugglers here
only red coldness
subsiding in stillness
light catchers all the same
#inkMine #poet #writerslife
Reposted by DW Keene
Dylan had never really understood the #language of war, its nuances and inflections that may sound like normal words but had far different implications.
He knew fighting. Knew how to keep going against the odds. Regulation only got in the way, but he was learning. He had to, learn fast.
#vss365
He knew fighting. Knew how to keep going against the odds. Regulation only got in the way, but he was learning. He had to, learn fast.
#vss365
November 8, 2025 at 9:22 AM
If this knowledge has so little value for you, and I
Require acknowledgement in the usual form
Then it is fitting that I should learn
From that history
And bind boundaries into the bedrock
Weave magic to filter
And block taking without
Return
Value and care for self
isn't selfish merely true
#vss365
Require acknowledgement in the usual form
Then it is fitting that I should learn
From that history
And bind boundaries into the bedrock
Weave magic to filter
And block taking without
Return
Value and care for self
isn't selfish merely true
#vss365
November 8, 2025 at 6:30 AM
If this knowledge has so little value for you, and I
Require acknowledgement in the usual form
Then it is fitting that I should learn
From that history
And bind boundaries into the bedrock
Weave magic to filter
And block taking without
Return
Value and care for self
isn't selfish merely true
#vss365
Require acknowledgement in the usual form
Then it is fitting that I should learn
From that history
And bind boundaries into the bedrock
Weave magic to filter
And block taking without
Return
Value and care for self
isn't selfish merely true
#vss365
They are hurrying me
Pushing, jostling, twisting
Down paths I may not wish
I have history of this
Heels dig, resist, hands grab branches and posts
Slow
Let me ask, do I wish, want, this
The magic of words runs deep
This world I tell I require payment
Just as you
Fragile I break, undervalued
#vss365
Pushing, jostling, twisting
Down paths I may not wish
I have history of this
Heels dig, resist, hands grab branches and posts
Slow
Let me ask, do I wish, want, this
The magic of words runs deep
This world I tell I require payment
Just as you
Fragile I break, undervalued
#vss365
November 8, 2025 at 6:16 AM
They are hurrying me
Pushing, jostling, twisting
Down paths I may not wish
I have history of this
Heels dig, resist, hands grab branches and posts
Slow
Let me ask, do I wish, want, this
The magic of words runs deep
This world I tell I require payment
Just as you
Fragile I break, undervalued
#vss365
Pushing, jostling, twisting
Down paths I may not wish
I have history of this
Heels dig, resist, hands grab branches and posts
Slow
Let me ask, do I wish, want, this
The magic of words runs deep
This world I tell I require payment
Just as you
Fragile I break, undervalued
#vss365
Last night I saw the heart had gone from the world
Dollar signs and circuits count and tick where blood had flowed
My heart had been dying a slow death and with my eyes
I killed what was left
Emptier than a bank I wait for the end
Incapable of saving myself
#Fromoneline
Dollar signs and circuits count and tick where blood had flowed
My heart had been dying a slow death and with my eyes
I killed what was left
Emptier than a bank I wait for the end
Incapable of saving myself
#Fromoneline
November 2, 2025 at 6:53 AM
Last night I saw the heart had gone from the world
Dollar signs and circuits count and tick where blood had flowed
My heart had been dying a slow death and with my eyes
I killed what was left
Emptier than a bank I wait for the end
Incapable of saving myself
#Fromoneline
Dollar signs and circuits count and tick where blood had flowed
My heart had been dying a slow death and with my eyes
I killed what was left
Emptier than a bank I wait for the end
Incapable of saving myself
#Fromoneline