Imthem
@imthem1.bsky.social
I like to write what horribly dull things come to my simple mind, while I glaze over in awe of life's mesmerizing illusions.
Having fun with the new Paladin class, discovered a bug with one of the ability that instantly one taps you.
December 12, 2025 at 7:05 PM
Having fun with the new Paladin class, discovered a bug with one of the ability that instantly one taps you.
Where oh where, did my mind go? Is it in a prism of thoughts I envisioned some long time ago? Am I here and now, where all my feelings turn to dust scattered about where I have been? Why have I returned to primal stage, where I must continue to devour myself to be free of that blinding emptiness?
November 9, 2025 at 6:28 AM
Where oh where, did my mind go? Is it in a prism of thoughts I envisioned some long time ago? Am I here and now, where all my feelings turn to dust scattered about where I have been? Why have I returned to primal stage, where I must continue to devour myself to be free of that blinding emptiness?
I know it may seem crazy, I know it may seem typical, but when my heart sinks low my urge to create soars. Woven tapestries of imagined worlds spring forth, vaunting realms free from the depths of my self imposed misery. Rainbows, butterflies, cryptid rogues and forest fires. Wake me to live again.
October 21, 2025 at 3:22 AM
I know it may seem crazy, I know it may seem typical, but when my heart sinks low my urge to create soars. Woven tapestries of imagined worlds spring forth, vaunting realms free from the depths of my self imposed misery. Rainbows, butterflies, cryptid rogues and forest fires. Wake me to live again.
My heart beats in the night, waiting for a sun that promises to shine. Come the day, in hopeful wonder, it had formed eyes to see the world but only met the moon. Her chilling smile a cruel reminder of what was so desired. Her machinations designed to tease the beast within. I can't blame, it's me.
September 24, 2025 at 12:24 PM
My heart beats in the night, waiting for a sun that promises to shine. Come the day, in hopeful wonder, it had formed eyes to see the world but only met the moon. Her chilling smile a cruel reminder of what was so desired. Her machinations designed to tease the beast within. I can't blame, it's me.
In a wingless slumber I found myself bound to a voyage over treacherous waters. From eager beginnings, to an uncovered liars lair. A raft and some sticks were my escape, gliding over the alligator's nape. I chased the legacy of my family, and came up on a creek filled with spiders. Oh how they crawl
September 6, 2025 at 12:04 PM
In a wingless slumber I found myself bound to a voyage over treacherous waters. From eager beginnings, to an uncovered liars lair. A raft and some sticks were my escape, gliding over the alligator's nape. I chased the legacy of my family, and came up on a creek filled with spiders. Oh how they crawl
At Shenandoah National park
August 31, 2025 at 7:58 PM
At Shenandoah National park
So what if we express our darkest thoughts? All that would remain is our unspoken love. I didn't want to hear those words anyways. I want to feel them by your hands, I want to see them in your eyes, taste them upon your lips. My chest bursting with the sun's inferno, yearning to be free. Do you see?
August 6, 2025 at 11:25 AM
So what if we express our darkest thoughts? All that would remain is our unspoken love. I didn't want to hear those words anyways. I want to feel them by your hands, I want to see them in your eyes, taste them upon your lips. My chest bursting with the sun's inferno, yearning to be free. Do you see?
I used to think I would have goals I would strive for when I was older. Now that I am here, I just want to lay down. Feel the roots of trees run through me and fix my gaze to the horizon, where I will watch the splendor of stars wave over the skies from dawn until dusk, dusk until dawn. It tempts me
July 14, 2025 at 2:35 AM
I used to think I would have goals I would strive for when I was older. Now that I am here, I just want to lay down. Feel the roots of trees run through me and fix my gaze to the horizon, where I will watch the splendor of stars wave over the skies from dawn until dusk, dusk until dawn. It tempts me
They set up near my trash can so I will have to relocate them safely somehow
July 13, 2025 at 5:28 PM
They set up near my trash can so I will have to relocate them safely somehow
She talks in tune, she speaks with rhythm. A melody to my ears she is the hymn of the cherubim, but my soul is deaf. The way her lips moved I knew it was beauty and I cried but those ripples could not betray the stillness within. A mountain of death an ocean of silence, around me the carrion gathers
July 2, 2025 at 11:52 AM
She talks in tune, she speaks with rhythm. A melody to my ears she is the hymn of the cherubim, but my soul is deaf. The way her lips moved I knew it was beauty and I cried but those ripples could not betray the stillness within. A mountain of death an ocean of silence, around me the carrion gathers
Inside of me there are two wolves. One a pessimist, and the other an optimist who fell for it.
June 5, 2025 at 11:39 AM
Inside of me there are two wolves. One a pessimist, and the other an optimist who fell for it.
There is sweat on my arms. Oil in my hair. Pus on my back where the young coat splits open for fresh air. My nails are feeble and cracked, chewed bare. Spare no pity, my insides are less fair. Grotesque designs of carnal intent, wrathful tempests on a sunny day, doom by night. So what if we tried.
May 29, 2025 at 1:55 AM
There is sweat on my arms. Oil in my hair. Pus on my back where the young coat splits open for fresh air. My nails are feeble and cracked, chewed bare. Spare no pity, my insides are less fair. Grotesque designs of carnal intent, wrathful tempests on a sunny day, doom by night. So what if we tried.
Lay here with my thoughts. Clouds will linger in the skylight of my palace while the darkness slithers about. I don't mind. I was never meant for ambitious motivations like comfort or clarity. She looked sweet enough, but now I truly see the vile ichor I have strayed into. May the winds come my way
May 20, 2025 at 2:38 AM
Lay here with my thoughts. Clouds will linger in the skylight of my palace while the darkness slithers about. I don't mind. I was never meant for ambitious motivations like comfort or clarity. She looked sweet enough, but now I truly see the vile ichor I have strayed into. May the winds come my way
The loathsome viper coils outside of its den. An unfamiliar canvas of business attire and drywall watering holes. Where now do the leaves drift to their peaceful end? It is grit and oil that stains the soul, inexchangable with the asphalt beneath, our sin shall spill into the ground and doom us all.
May 16, 2025 at 11:51 AM
The loathsome viper coils outside of its den. An unfamiliar canvas of business attire and drywall watering holes. Where now do the leaves drift to their peaceful end? It is grit and oil that stains the soul, inexchangable with the asphalt beneath, our sin shall spill into the ground and doom us all.
Regret sinks through the filtered light, layering upon my chest, and over my eyes. Regret for all that has passed, regret for all that is, and regret for all that will be. Were it that all the stars could shine upon me, I would still be blind to hope. Lend me to the abyss where my mind already rests
May 8, 2025 at 1:58 AM
Regret sinks through the filtered light, layering upon my chest, and over my eyes. Regret for all that has passed, regret for all that is, and regret for all that will be. Were it that all the stars could shine upon me, I would still be blind to hope. Lend me to the abyss where my mind already rests
I don't remember what specifically happened
When I was cast into the sea, and the weight of it all pressed me to the floor
Where the days passed me by, and the pressure turned my blood into pitch
It doesn't even matter anymore, I've grown comfortable here
Whatever happened, I wont remember again
When I was cast into the sea, and the weight of it all pressed me to the floor
Where the days passed me by, and the pressure turned my blood into pitch
It doesn't even matter anymore, I've grown comfortable here
Whatever happened, I wont remember again
May 6, 2025 at 8:25 PM
I don't remember what specifically happened
When I was cast into the sea, and the weight of it all pressed me to the floor
Where the days passed me by, and the pressure turned my blood into pitch
It doesn't even matter anymore, I've grown comfortable here
Whatever happened, I wont remember again
When I was cast into the sea, and the weight of it all pressed me to the floor
Where the days passed me by, and the pressure turned my blood into pitch
It doesn't even matter anymore, I've grown comfortable here
Whatever happened, I wont remember again
Before all that existed, there was a motion. Then, a set of motions created a seed from which the universe could begin to describe itself for eternity. An error that could never be repudiated, manifest in the roaring inferno of colossal structures spinning in the vast expanse of abyssal melancholia.
April 29, 2025 at 4:21 AM
Before all that existed, there was a motion. Then, a set of motions created a seed from which the universe could begin to describe itself for eternity. An error that could never be repudiated, manifest in the roaring inferno of colossal structures spinning in the vast expanse of abyssal melancholia.
So long has my heart withered behind it's cage of discerning wisdom. Everywhere I look I feel the metallic embrace of a programmed interaction. I knew everything you would say before the words ever left your lips. I've pretended so long I wasn't alone because even when you're here I only hear myself
April 28, 2025 at 1:13 AM
So long has my heart withered behind it's cage of discerning wisdom. Everywhere I look I feel the metallic embrace of a programmed interaction. I knew everything you would say before the words ever left your lips. I've pretended so long I wasn't alone because even when you're here I only hear myself
Feeling extremely drippy in the Oblivion remaster
April 23, 2025 at 1:53 AM
Feeling extremely drippy in the Oblivion remaster
I feel my conscious wane to the effect of some great attractor. Beyond the purview of my understanding, my skin has begun to seal up, and my heart locks shut. Now we hold what little we can of ourselves, and sleep till the winter passes. Where we can open our pores to the brilliant sun to love again
April 22, 2025 at 3:09 AM
I feel my conscious wane to the effect of some great attractor. Beyond the purview of my understanding, my skin has begun to seal up, and my heart locks shut. Now we hold what little we can of ourselves, and sleep till the winter passes. Where we can open our pores to the brilliant sun to love again
Stories bleed down the winding mountainside of my purview. Slowly they carve away the fable of reality, and suddenly come rushing into the moment, a splash of mysticism and reverence. A fly buzzes from out between my parched lips and wonders from where it came, and where these changing sands sweep.
April 10, 2025 at 10:50 AM
Stories bleed down the winding mountainside of my purview. Slowly they carve away the fable of reality, and suddenly come rushing into the moment, a splash of mysticism and reverence. A fly buzzes from out between my parched lips and wonders from where it came, and where these changing sands sweep.
A whisper gently floats down my chest. The moisture hanging between my hairs, as the ghost of what it was glides away. For this, I am empty. A moonlit gulf lay where my gut feeling should be. Calmly it sways with the pull of the universe around me. I am no bastion against the coming storm. I just am
April 8, 2025 at 2:43 AM
A whisper gently floats down my chest. The moisture hanging between my hairs, as the ghost of what it was glides away. For this, I am empty. A moonlit gulf lay where my gut feeling should be. Calmly it sways with the pull of the universe around me. I am no bastion against the coming storm. I just am
To the house upon the shore, whose gaze I envy, as it creeps out into the enveloping night. Through misty currents and stretching silence, your spirit remains resolute in aching desire for a reflection. A warning perhaps, that I am here, and danger is near. What is your intention, but to stand alone
April 7, 2025 at 1:56 AM
To the house upon the shore, whose gaze I envy, as it creeps out into the enveloping night. Through misty currents and stretching silence, your spirit remains resolute in aching desire for a reflection. A warning perhaps, that I am here, and danger is near. What is your intention, but to stand alone