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in love with the ache of becoming ⟡ she/they
obsessed with poems, politics, slow fashion, praxis & spicy science. ☽☾ safe play advocate / right side of the slash
#collectiveliberation #BLM #ResistReduceReuse
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I’m really torn. I’ve already painted her, but gifted her to a friend and I want her for my hallway now but I’ve already painted her. 🤔
Expressionist, monochromatic painting of Edith Piaf with pale skin and red lips resting her hand against her neck, her eyes closed, surrounded by swirling red hair that blends into a dark red background. Acrylic painting on canvas by Alyssa Elliott, 2012.
November 15, 2025 at 11:11 PM
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Sometimes it feels like the sky burns just to remind me how much beauty survives the dark.
A vibrant sunrise behind a line of tall evergreen trees. The sky glows in layers of orange, coral, and rose fading into lavender-blue, with scattered clouds lit like embers. Dark tree silhouettes frame the horizon, giving the scene a dreamy stillness, like the world holding its breath.
October 22, 2025 at 3:01 PM
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They say don’t put all your eggs in one basket, but sometimes you do and it all works out. 😌

Cute display at The Rock & Gem Show, if you know the vendor please let me know. I thought I got a pic of the name, but didn’t.
A wire basket filled with a mix of stones shaped like eggs and real egg cartons. On top, a small red and yellow sign reads, “DON’T PUT ALL YOUR EGGS IN ONE BASKET.” The basket sits on a concrete floor in front of a pink and white painted brick backdrop.
September 7, 2025 at 11:32 PM
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“residue” #poem #poetrysky
“residue” you are nowhere. and still, i orbit. your name, salt on my tongue. your absence, a bruise i press to remember. sheets cooled, but my body still reaches. reflex. ritual. somewhere, you exhale— and my breath catches.
September 4, 2025 at 7:37 AM
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Received a visit from a dragonfly friend today and that was just really lovely.
Image of a river surrounded by grass and cliffs and pine trees. The sky is bright blue with wispy white clouds.
August 10, 2025 at 3:55 AM
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I brought a book to the game and crossed my legs like I was waiting to be told what to do. But no one here knows how to say it right.
View of the Austin FC match from the seventh row
July 13, 2025 at 1:55 AM
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@frog
“You better not be a slutty ceramic frog at the thrift store when I get there” and the ceramic frog in the thrift store is ass up and obviously almost as slutty as me 💚
June 28, 2025 at 3:23 AM
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Still #poetrysky
Still, by Alyssa Some nights, the silence bends just like your voice did— low, measured, too far away. I reach for things I shouldn’t remember: the warmth of a stare, the pause before your laugh, your fingers grazing thought instead of skin. I don’t say your name. But I taste it when the light hits a certain way. And in the quiet, where no one can hear, I still answer to the absence of you.
June 4, 2025 at 4:35 AM
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Why are Tuesdays always the best days? 😌
A glass of wine is held up in front of candle which is seen through it
May 14, 2025 at 1:09 AM
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The Weight #poetrysky
May 13, 2025 at 9:00 PM
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Omg 🥹 when your colleague saves the handmade notebook your favorite person made you from where it fell out of your purse by the bin. Guardian angel status.
Handmade notebook with a gilded six-winged seraph on it with the inscription: for Alyssa.
May 8, 2025 at 3:11 PM
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The sun slipped beneath the horizon like a secret I wasn’t meant to keep—
and still, I watched, hoping it might change its mind.
Sunset over the Atlantic
May 2, 2025 at 1:35 AM
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“where gravity forgets my name”
“where gravity forgets my name” By Alyssa Elliott in the hush between breath and command, i unhook from time— a ribbon unraveling, silk suspended in a dream’s exhale. your voice is the sky, low thunder stitched with stars, and i fall into it, weightless and wanting. pain—no longer punishment, but a portal. each strike a key, each moan an opening. i become soft geometry, a prayer folded into flesh, a psalm written in whimpers and quiet obedience. there is no before here, only this holy drift— where surrender swells into cosmos, and i forget how to be anything but yours.
April 29, 2025 at 2:17 AM
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Desire doesn’t disappear. It just folds itself into quieter places.
Mirror selfie of a woman with raven hair and blood red lips in a black dress with a full skirt.
April 23, 2025 at 11:50 AM
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Syllables of recollection, a #poem
you brought the flogger— not to take, but to witness. the braided leather fell like a prayer, each strike a syllable of something we once knew by heart. i didn’t need saving. you didn’t need control. we needed sensation loud enough to cut through the static. because pain is sometimes the only way my body believes me when i say: you are safe here. and this— this is how we remember what it feels like to be loved.
April 22, 2025 at 3:37 PM
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Reminding each other what it feels like to be loved.
Face on sidewalk in West Hollywood, 2022. “I miss you. Be safe.”
April 22, 2025 at 3:53 AM
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Fury & Silence, a poem.
“Fury & Silence” by Alyssa Elliott The words once sweet now feel like stone, What once was ours, now stands alone. In the silence, distance grew, A space between me, and between you. Your anger, sharp like winter’s bite, Turned warmth to cold, turned day to night. I reached for you, but you pulled away, And in that rift, love slipped astray. I tried to hold what we once had, But grasping threads made me so sad. Every word, a fracture deep, Every silence, a wound to keep. I loved you fiercely, I loved you true, But love can’t survive when hearts are few. In the distance, I lost my way, And you, in your fury, could not stay. Now I stand, the echoes fade, A love once bright, now softly laid. I learned that some things break and bend, And sometimes, love must find its end.
April 9, 2025 at 6:25 AM
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April 8, 2025 at 2:57 PM
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Sunday evening thoughts 🥰
April 7, 2025 at 1:43 AM
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The poem “Heavy Things” by Denver Butson
April 3, 2025 at 1:42 AM
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Do you ever just miss someone so much?
A dark haired girl and her Totoro stuffie
April 1, 2025 at 2:51 AM
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It’s been a while since I caught the sunrise over the sea 🥰
Sun rising over the Atlantic
March 30, 2025 at 11:56 AM
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When you’re reminded that you’re a princess 🥰😌
A bouquet of red roses on Aphrodite’s altar, because we share like that.
March 11, 2025 at 3:00 AM
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Mentally I’m here today 😌
The sun peaks through the forest of trees
March 6, 2025 at 4:05 PM
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Stay A While..
…Make me your own. 😌
A poem entitled “Stay A While”, Stay a while, don’t say goodbye, Let the night stretch soft and wide. The world can wait, the dawn can slow— Just one more hour, don’t let go. Let me lay where I belong, Heart to heart, where I am strong. Your chest, my home, your breath, my guide, Wrapped in you, I’m safe inside. Change your flight, delay the sun, Let morning know that we’re not done. Don’t leave me reaching, lost, alone— Stay a while. Make me your own.
February 10, 2025 at 5:16 AM