Funktown Baby
@funktown.bsky.social
Each poem,
a conversation with myself,
a way to reconnect with the layers
I’ve tucked away.
This is my place to be,
my place to write,
to remember who I am.
a conversation with myself,
a way to reconnect with the layers
I’ve tucked away.
This is my place to be,
my place to write,
to remember who I am.
You watch, but don’t see,
all my words fall like the rain,
drifting down unheard.
all my words fall like the rain,
drifting down unheard.
January 26, 2025 at 7:22 AM
You watch, but don’t see,
all my words fall like the rain,
drifting down unheard.
all my words fall like the rain,
drifting down unheard.
Endless tears cascade,
your shadow slips through my grasp
eternity weeps.
your shadow slips through my grasp
eternity weeps.
January 8, 2025 at 4:57 AM
Endless tears cascade,
your shadow slips through my grasp
eternity weeps.
your shadow slips through my grasp
eternity weeps.
First year without you,
The days stretch on, quiet, long,
Your absence lingers.
The days stretch on, quiet, long,
Your absence lingers.
December 28, 2024 at 2:01 AM
First year without you,
The days stretch on, quiet, long,
Your absence lingers.
The days stretch on, quiet, long,
Your absence lingers.
Her breath grows distant,
Echoes of love fade to dust-
Today, I lost her. 💔
Echoes of love fade to dust-
Today, I lost her. 💔
November 26, 2024 at 1:24 PM
Her breath grows distant,
Echoes of love fade to dust-
Today, I lost her. 💔
Echoes of love fade to dust-
Today, I lost her. 💔
She wakes, eyes clouded,
Grandkids' laughter fades to mist-
Her choice, distant roads.
Grandkids' laughter fades to mist-
Her choice, distant roads.
November 26, 2024 at 1:23 PM
She wakes, eyes clouded,
Grandkids' laughter fades to mist-
Her choice, distant roads.
Grandkids' laughter fades to mist-
Her choice, distant roads.
Fingers slip through time,
Silent spaces grow between
I long for us whole.
Silent spaces grow between
I long for us whole.
November 26, 2024 at 1:57 AM
Fingers slip through time,
Silent spaces grow between
I long for us whole.
Silent spaces grow between
I long for us whole.
Heavy clouds above,
Each breath a weight I can't shed,
Silence screams inside.
Each breath a weight I can't shed,
Silence screams inside.
November 23, 2024 at 6:36 PM
Heavy clouds above,
Each breath a weight I can't shed,
Silence screams inside.
Each breath a weight I can't shed,
Silence screams inside.
Two minds in one soul,
Twisting paths with every thought,
Dancing through the storm.
Twisting paths with every thought,
Dancing through the storm.
November 18, 2024 at 9:38 PM
Two minds in one soul,
Twisting paths with every thought,
Dancing through the storm.
Twisting paths with every thought,
Dancing through the storm.
Cold light seeps inside,
Mind is fog, but hands still move,
Task by task, I drown.
Mind is fog, but hands still move,
Task by task, I drown.
November 17, 2024 at 7:42 PM
Cold light seeps inside,
Mind is fog, but hands still move,
Task by task, I drown.
Mind is fog, but hands still move,
Task by task, I drown.
Reposted by Funktown Baby
Present in the crowd,
A quiet rift calls my name,
I long to disappear.
A quiet rift calls my name,
I long to disappear.
November 17, 2024 at 3:12 AM
Present in the crowd,
A quiet rift calls my name,
I long to disappear.
A quiet rift calls my name,
I long to disappear.
Late to every task,
Two kids make the minutes fly
Chasing daylight’s tail.
Two kids make the minutes fly
Chasing daylight’s tail.
November 16, 2024 at 9:41 PM
Late to every task,
Two kids make the minutes fly
Chasing daylight’s tail.
Two kids make the minutes fly
Chasing daylight’s tail.
Guests fill up my space,
crumbs and spills left in their wake
silent mess remains.
crumbs and spills left in their wake
silent mess remains.
November 16, 2024 at 6:54 PM
Guests fill up my space,
crumbs and spills left in their wake
silent mess remains.
crumbs and spills left in their wake
silent mess remains.
November winds sigh,
Empty home where she once lived
Leaves fall, tears are dry.
Empty home where she once lived
Leaves fall, tears are dry.
November 16, 2024 at 5:01 AM
November winds sigh,
Empty home where she once lived
Leaves fall, tears are dry.
Empty home where she once lived
Leaves fall, tears are dry.
The blues of November, deep and wide,
Are painted with the tears I hide.
Are painted with the tears I hide.
November 16, 2024 at 2:53 AM
The blues of November, deep and wide,
Are painted with the tears I hide.
Are painted with the tears I hide.