Drikus
@drikus7write.bsky.social
Word-organizing writer, hobbyist photographer, conversationalist, just treading carefully in this world, where we need to live more of GOD instead of for ourselves.
Laughing like a Brit
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a man with a beard is smiling with a netflix logo in the corner
ALT: a man with a beard is smiling with a netflix logo in the corner
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November 22, 2025 at 3:25 PM
Laughing like a Brit
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Amber Sand - 22/11/2025
Rows of crisscrossed footprints
removed by the teasing waves,
left behind moments
of forlorn shadows left by slaves.
Laughter echoes
tidal records
stormy accords.
Painted stitched clouds
sweeping on the wind,
gathered together for family
a mother and child of every kind.
Rows of crisscrossed footprints
removed by the teasing waves,
left behind moments
of forlorn shadows left by slaves.
Laughter echoes
tidal records
stormy accords.
Painted stitched clouds
sweeping on the wind,
gathered together for family
a mother and child of every kind.
November 22, 2025 at 3:18 PM
Amber Sand - 22/11/2025
Rows of crisscrossed footprints
removed by the teasing waves,
left behind moments
of forlorn shadows left by slaves.
Laughter echoes
tidal records
stormy accords.
Painted stitched clouds
sweeping on the wind,
gathered together for family
a mother and child of every kind.
Rows of crisscrossed footprints
removed by the teasing waves,
left behind moments
of forlorn shadows left by slaves.
Laughter echoes
tidal records
stormy accords.
Painted stitched clouds
sweeping on the wind,
gathered together for family
a mother and child of every kind.
Mmm...
let me think the password is....
Missy!
let me think the password is....
Missy!
a man is talking to another man in a store and saying i think you 're putting a bit too much pressure on this
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November 20, 2025 at 3:38 PM
Mmm...
let me think the password is....
Missy!
let me think the password is....
Missy!
Fractured Echoes - 20/11/2025
Thou art reverberating
with the clang of gong,
fading like mist
through the words of a song.
Thou may see
descendance going up,
refuse to notice
intertwining collisions in a cup.
Thou like the Earth
fades through greens,
touching flaking rust
abstracted unto screens.
Thou art reverberating
with the clang of gong,
fading like mist
through the words of a song.
Thou may see
descendance going up,
refuse to notice
intertwining collisions in a cup.
Thou like the Earth
fades through greens,
touching flaking rust
abstracted unto screens.
November 20, 2025 at 3:35 PM
Fractured Echoes - 20/11/2025
Thou art reverberating
with the clang of gong,
fading like mist
through the words of a song.
Thou may see
descendance going up,
refuse to notice
intertwining collisions in a cup.
Thou like the Earth
fades through greens,
touching flaking rust
abstracted unto screens.
Thou art reverberating
with the clang of gong,
fading like mist
through the words of a song.
Thou may see
descendance going up,
refuse to notice
intertwining collisions in a cup.
Thou like the Earth
fades through greens,
touching flaking rust
abstracted unto screens.
There must have been a salt dam or the ocean there many millenniums ago. Each line is representation of time, how long nobody can say, unless you're an archeologist or someone who studies stones and rocks. Sometimes you see mountains like this too, but not as colorful, maybe with grass, telling time
November 19, 2025 at 8:53 AM
There must have been a salt dam or the ocean there many millenniums ago. Each line is representation of time, how long nobody can say, unless you're an archeologist or someone who studies stones and rocks. Sometimes you see mountains like this too, but not as colorful, maybe with grass, telling time
Rebirth - 14/11/2025
Shatter the light of day,
splatter stars across the way,
bring darkness as a canvas into the sky.
Star-crossed lovers never meet,
shoulder to shoulder, feet to feet,
time across the rivers beat.
Inside the core of an apple,
lies galaxies on a pit dapple,
moon and sun lovers.
Shatter the light of day,
splatter stars across the way,
bring darkness as a canvas into the sky.
Star-crossed lovers never meet,
shoulder to shoulder, feet to feet,
time across the rivers beat.
Inside the core of an apple,
lies galaxies on a pit dapple,
moon and sun lovers.
November 14, 2025 at 2:29 PM
Rebirth - 14/11/2025
Shatter the light of day,
splatter stars across the way,
bring darkness as a canvas into the sky.
Star-crossed lovers never meet,
shoulder to shoulder, feet to feet,
time across the rivers beat.
Inside the core of an apple,
lies galaxies on a pit dapple,
moon and sun lovers.
Shatter the light of day,
splatter stars across the way,
bring darkness as a canvas into the sky.
Star-crossed lovers never meet,
shoulder to shoulder, feet to feet,
time across the rivers beat.
Inside the core of an apple,
lies galaxies on a pit dapple,
moon and sun lovers.
@jimscottphoto.bsky.social
All these rocks look like they can be very slippery. Is there a seal colony close by or is it notorious for shipwrecks?
All these rocks look like they can be very slippery. Is there a seal colony close by or is it notorious for shipwrecks?
November 10, 2025 at 7:20 AM
@jimscottphoto.bsky.social
All these rocks look like they can be very slippery. Is there a seal colony close by or is it notorious for shipwrecks?
All these rocks look like they can be very slippery. Is there a seal colony close by or is it notorious for shipwrecks?
Lingering, Silent Devotion - 3/11/2025
A breath, miniscule in time
meditating on expressions
passed through closed windows,
forming vapors
outside the silence.
Abstract transcendence
love, mixing forms
from the one I know
lingering with totality in colors,
where words remain silent.
A breath, miniscule in time
meditating on expressions
passed through closed windows,
forming vapors
outside the silence.
Abstract transcendence
love, mixing forms
from the one I know
lingering with totality in colors,
where words remain silent.
November 3, 2025 at 4:08 PM
Lingering, Silent Devotion - 3/11/2025
A breath, miniscule in time
meditating on expressions
passed through closed windows,
forming vapors
outside the silence.
Abstract transcendence
love, mixing forms
from the one I know
lingering with totality in colors,
where words remain silent.
A breath, miniscule in time
meditating on expressions
passed through closed windows,
forming vapors
outside the silence.
Abstract transcendence
love, mixing forms
from the one I know
lingering with totality in colors,
where words remain silent.