Jikial
@jikial.bsky.social
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Just a writer. Might post about games.
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Writes all sorts, reads all sorts.
Just a writer. Might post about games.
PFP is drawn by me. Profile banner pic taken by me at Jigokudani, Noboribetsu, Hokkaido, Japan.
Writes all sorts, reads all sorts.
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Jikial
@jikial.bsky.social
· Jan 1
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I resolve to get away from the maybe
And live in the now.
I resolve to put down the burdens,
Let myself rest as I need.
I resolve to give myself the chance
I have so far denied.
And I will strive to forgive myself
When I lapse,
Because I will lapse,
And I will be there for me.
#bskyrelay
#resolve
I resolve to get away from the maybe
And live in the now.
I resolve to put down the burdens,
Let myself rest as I need.
I resolve to give myself the chance
I have so far denied.
And I will strive to forgive myself
When I lapse,
Because I will lapse,
And I will be there for me.
#bskyrelay
#resolve
Severed limb swinging,
Swinging in the midday sun.
Has no smell about it
As the colder season has begun.
Where did the body go,
If it left this fell piece behind?
And why does it wave to me,
As if it's me it's hoping to find?
#poetry #bitsandpieces
Swinging in the midday sun.
Has no smell about it
As the colder season has begun.
Where did the body go,
If it left this fell piece behind?
And why does it wave to me,
As if it's me it's hoping to find?
#poetry #bitsandpieces
November 14, 2025 at 7:01 PM
Severed limb swinging,
Swinging in the midday sun.
Has no smell about it
As the colder season has begun.
Where did the body go,
If it left this fell piece behind?
And why does it wave to me,
As if it's me it's hoping to find?
#poetry #bitsandpieces
Swinging in the midday sun.
Has no smell about it
As the colder season has begun.
Where did the body go,
If it left this fell piece behind?
And why does it wave to me,
As if it's me it's hoping to find?
#poetry #bitsandpieces
Sun,
Though I turn my face toward you, a flower I am not.
What do you see?
Down here I can work without cease, toiling, to see you.
And yet for you all I am is flutter upon the surface of the Earth, destined to flee the moment you blink. No way to join you in our lonely sky.
#poetry #lonesome
Though I turn my face toward you, a flower I am not.
What do you see?
Down here I can work without cease, toiling, to see you.
And yet for you all I am is flutter upon the surface of the Earth, destined to flee the moment you blink. No way to join you in our lonely sky.
#poetry #lonesome
November 9, 2025 at 11:36 PM
Dead end after end,
As the road winds further 'round
The lost driver's neck.
#haikuhorrorprompt
#haiku
#senryu
As the road winds further 'round
The lost driver's neck.
#haikuhorrorprompt
#haiku
#senryu
October 22, 2025 at 10:05 PM
Dead end after end,
As the road winds further 'round
The lost driver's neck.
#haikuhorrorprompt
#haiku
#senryu
As the road winds further 'round
The lost driver's neck.
#haikuhorrorprompt
#haiku
#senryu
I think a re-examination of why the protests led my MLK jr. and the efforts of Malcolm X as well as certain other activist organisations all worked together during the Civil Rights "Era" is an order. I think there is a confusion behind how civil disobedience works and what peaceful protests do.
October 19, 2025 at 5:57 PM
I think a re-examination of why the protests led my MLK jr. and the efforts of Malcolm X as well as certain other activist organisations all worked together during the Civil Rights "Era" is an order. I think there is a confusion behind how civil disobedience works and what peaceful protests do.
Nothing will ever quite capture that moment again.
Nothing will ever quite make the heart flutter the same way.
But that is the beauty of it; how temporary it is. How unique.
Even other eyes won't fill their hearts the same way.
Nothing will ever quite make the heart flutter the same way.
But that is the beauty of it; how temporary it is. How unique.
Even other eyes won't fill their hearts the same way.
October 6, 2025 at 6:07 PM
Nothing will ever quite capture that moment again.
Nothing will ever quite make the heart flutter the same way.
But that is the beauty of it; how temporary it is. How unique.
Even other eyes won't fill their hearts the same way.
Nothing will ever quite make the heart flutter the same way.
But that is the beauty of it; how temporary it is. How unique.
Even other eyes won't fill their hearts the same way.
3 am, #blur on the radio and I'm coming down from where I've been for a while now. Just for a while now.
Bloodshot eyes make the world a rosy pink and the nostalgia hits like the backdraft of a car on a speedway. Drifting nowhere.
But closing in.
And I feel pins and needles.
#vss365
Bloodshot eyes make the world a rosy pink and the nostalgia hits like the backdraft of a car on a speedway. Drifting nowhere.
But closing in.
And I feel pins and needles.
#vss365
October 2, 2025 at 7:14 AM
"Get in here," Harry grumbled, waving the quivering person inside. It was the neighborly thing to do and Zane was technically the source of at least three wine bottles in Harry and Xander's cabinet.
Harry offered Zane a wine glass in the dark.
Zane preferred to be scared and sober.
#spook
Harry offered Zane a wine glass in the dark.
Zane preferred to be scared and sober.
#spook
Zane started as Harry's door opened, the thunder crashed, and power went out on the whole street simultaneously. Even Harry squeaked a scream.
Both took a moment to catch their breath before Harry half-hissed an obvious question.
Zane had come over because they were scared of the storm.
#spook
Both took a moment to catch their breath before Harry half-hissed an obvious question.
Zane had come over because they were scared of the storm.
#spook
A tipple, only with wine, was just what Harry needed with the storm overhead. The clap of thumder and knock of wood startled the man, however, and caused his wineglass to slosh. A shame.
Brow furrowed, he set his glass down and marched to the door without questioning the oddity of the time.
#spook
Brow furrowed, he set his glass down and marched to the door without questioning the oddity of the time.
#spook
September 30, 2025 at 8:37 PM
"Get in here," Harry grumbled, waving the quivering person inside. It was the neighborly thing to do and Zane was technically the source of at least three wine bottles in Harry and Xander's cabinet.
Harry offered Zane a wine glass in the dark.
Zane preferred to be scared and sober.
#spook
Harry offered Zane a wine glass in the dark.
Zane preferred to be scared and sober.
#spook
Zane started as Harry's door opened, the thunder crashed, and power went out on the whole street simultaneously. Even Harry squeaked a scream.
Both took a moment to catch their breath before Harry half-hissed an obvious question.
Zane had come over because they were scared of the storm.
#spook
Both took a moment to catch their breath before Harry half-hissed an obvious question.
Zane had come over because they were scared of the storm.
#spook
A tipple, only with wine, was just what Harry needed with the storm overhead. The clap of thumder and knock of wood startled the man, however, and caused his wineglass to slosh. A shame.
Brow furrowed, he set his glass down and marched to the door without questioning the oddity of the time.
#spook
Brow furrowed, he set his glass down and marched to the door without questioning the oddity of the time.
#spook
The sky split open as thunder peeled through the atmosphere.
But the house remained unchanged, of course, but for the man who sat within. He was clutched to a bottle of wine, his heart pounding for the storm as his mind urged for drink. That would be the ticket, he thought, and set about it.
#spook
But the house remained unchanged, of course, but for the man who sat within. He was clutched to a bottle of wine, his heart pounding for the storm as his mind urged for drink. That would be the ticket, he thought, and set about it.
#spook
September 29, 2025 at 1:03 AM
Zane started as Harry's door opened, the thunder crashed, and power went out on the whole street simultaneously. Even Harry squeaked a scream.
Both took a moment to catch their breath before Harry half-hissed an obvious question.
Zane had come over because they were scared of the storm.
#spook
Both took a moment to catch their breath before Harry half-hissed an obvious question.
Zane had come over because they were scared of the storm.
#spook
A tipple, only with wine, was just what Harry needed with the storm overhead. The clap of thumder and knock of wood startled the man, however, and caused his wineglass to slosh. A shame.
Brow furrowed, he set his glass down and marched to the door without questioning the oddity of the time.
#spook
Brow furrowed, he set his glass down and marched to the door without questioning the oddity of the time.
#spook
The sky split open as thunder peeled through the atmosphere.
But the house remained unchanged, of course, but for the man who sat within. He was clutched to a bottle of wine, his heart pounding for the storm as his mind urged for drink. That would be the ticket, he thought, and set about it.
#spook
But the house remained unchanged, of course, but for the man who sat within. He was clutched to a bottle of wine, his heart pounding for the storm as his mind urged for drink. That would be the ticket, he thought, and set about it.
#spook
September 28, 2025 at 1:46 AM
A tipple, only with wine, was just what Harry needed with the storm overhead. The clap of thumder and knock of wood startled the man, however, and caused his wineglass to slosh. A shame.
Brow furrowed, he set his glass down and marched to the door without questioning the oddity of the time.
#spook
Brow furrowed, he set his glass down and marched to the door without questioning the oddity of the time.
#spook
The sky split open as thunder peeled through the atmosphere.
But the house remained unchanged, of course, but for the man who sat within. He was clutched to a bottle of wine, his heart pounding for the storm as his mind urged for drink. That would be the ticket, he thought, and set about it.
#spook
But the house remained unchanged, of course, but for the man who sat within. He was clutched to a bottle of wine, his heart pounding for the storm as his mind urged for drink. That would be the ticket, he thought, and set about it.
#spook
September 27, 2025 at 12:21 AM
The sky split open as thunder peeled through the atmosphere.
But the house remained unchanged, of course, but for the man who sat within. He was clutched to a bottle of wine, his heart pounding for the storm as his mind urged for drink. That would be the ticket, he thought, and set about it.
#spook
But the house remained unchanged, of course, but for the man who sat within. He was clutched to a bottle of wine, his heart pounding for the storm as his mind urged for drink. That would be the ticket, he thought, and set about it.
#spook
If the Rapture were to happen I would never know, for none I walk among are innocent.
September 23, 2025 at 10:01 PM
If the Rapture were to happen I would never know, for none I walk among are innocent.
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Haverblidditopoofersham, eggs galumpy!
Skeeg!
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Haverblidditopoofersham, eggs galumpy!
Skeeg!
September 21, 2025 at 4:17 PM
Have a Sloopernewsaphone?
Want to trade it for a skagglemine?
Act now!
Four dollar fivedays at Bodislom will boc your poc today!
Haverblidditopoofersham, eggs galumpy!
Skeeg!
Want to trade it for a skagglemine?
Act now!
Four dollar fivedays at Bodislom will boc your poc today!
Haverblidditopoofersham, eggs galumpy!
Skeeg!
Standing here at the edge of the universe.
What life there is all slowly draining out.
Going cold in the entropy.
But the souls that fuel the fire
Number fewer than before
And there is no replacement
For those lost
And freely given.
We stand alone.
What life there is all slowly draining out.
Going cold in the entropy.
But the souls that fuel the fire
Number fewer than before
And there is no replacement
For those lost
And freely given.
We stand alone.
September 17, 2025 at 2:18 PM
Standing here at the edge of the universe.
What life there is all slowly draining out.
Going cold in the entropy.
But the souls that fuel the fire
Number fewer than before
And there is no replacement
For those lost
And freely given.
We stand alone.
What life there is all slowly draining out.
Going cold in the entropy.
But the souls that fuel the fire
Number fewer than before
And there is no replacement
For those lost
And freely given.
We stand alone.
It's okay though, because in the end this is what he grovelled for, what he advocated, and what he wished upon others.
Anyway, pumpkin spice season.
Anyway, pumpkin spice season.
September 10, 2025 at 10:15 PM
It's okay though, because in the end this is what he grovelled for, what he advocated, and what he wished upon others.
Anyway, pumpkin spice season.
Anyway, pumpkin spice season.
Balmy morning dew,
The breeze plays from the cold north.
Even squirrels pause.
#dailyhaikuprompt (refreshing) #senryu
The breeze plays from the cold north.
Even squirrels pause.
#dailyhaikuprompt (refreshing) #senryu
August 25, 2025 at 1:32 PM
Balmy morning dew,
The breeze plays from the cold north.
Even squirrels pause.
#dailyhaikuprompt (refreshing) #senryu
The breeze plays from the cold north.
Even squirrels pause.
#dailyhaikuprompt (refreshing) #senryu
Weathered under stars
Twinkling over turning leaves.
Our last years of autumn.
#dailyhaikuprompt (chill) #haiku
Twinkling over turning leaves.
Our last years of autumn.
#dailyhaikuprompt (chill) #haiku
August 18, 2025 at 10:37 AM
Weathered under stars
Twinkling over turning leaves.
Our last years of autumn.
#dailyhaikuprompt (chill) #haiku
Twinkling over turning leaves.
Our last years of autumn.
#dailyhaikuprompt (chill) #haiku
They claim to be my children.
They wear the faces of the people in the photographs I don't remember hanging on my wall. They plead their love for me, but I have never had a child.
Even my reflection lies; saggy and worn?
No, a trick.
I'll wake up from this, soon.
I hope.
#horrorprompt degradation
They wear the faces of the people in the photographs I don't remember hanging on my wall. They plead their love for me, but I have never had a child.
Even my reflection lies; saggy and worn?
No, a trick.
I'll wake up from this, soon.
I hope.
#horrorprompt degradation
August 9, 2025 at 11:53 AM
They claim to be my children.
They wear the faces of the people in the photographs I don't remember hanging on my wall. They plead their love for me, but I have never had a child.
Even my reflection lies; saggy and worn?
No, a trick.
I'll wake up from this, soon.
I hope.
#horrorprompt degradation
They wear the faces of the people in the photographs I don't remember hanging on my wall. They plead their love for me, but I have never had a child.
Even my reflection lies; saggy and worn?
No, a trick.
I'll wake up from this, soon.
I hope.
#horrorprompt degradation
The rafters above the stage were peaceful above the roiling production below. Tom was waiting for the cue and adjusting his understudy's garb; the restraints, the gag, and the noose.
"You remember your lines?"
The understudy glared.
"Good, don't choke," and kicked him over the side.
#horrorprompt
"You remember your lines?"
The understudy glared.
"Good, don't choke," and kicked him over the side.
#horrorprompt
August 4, 2025 at 11:18 PM
The rafters above the stage were peaceful above the roiling production below. Tom was waiting for the cue and adjusting his understudy's garb; the restraints, the gag, and the noose.
"You remember your lines?"
The understudy glared.
"Good, don't choke," and kicked him over the side.
#horrorprompt
"You remember your lines?"
The understudy glared.
"Good, don't choke," and kicked him over the side.
#horrorprompt
Cracked and broken, bleeding on the ground. He had had a good run. The world was now too changed and he had fallen. Trampled.
Flattened by the tide of a moaning crowd.
They moaned for more.
He moaned for #mercy,
but it did not come.
And his body, twisted, creaked and moaned for more.
#horrorprompt
Flattened by the tide of a moaning crowd.
They moaned for more.
He moaned for #mercy,
but it did not come.
And his body, twisted, creaked and moaned for more.
#horrorprompt
August 2, 2025 at 1:40 PM
Cracked and broken, bleeding on the ground. He had had a good run. The world was now too changed and he had fallen. Trampled.
Flattened by the tide of a moaning crowd.
They moaned for more.
He moaned for #mercy,
but it did not come.
And his body, twisted, creaked and moaned for more.
#horrorprompt
Flattened by the tide of a moaning crowd.
They moaned for more.
He moaned for #mercy,
but it did not come.
And his body, twisted, creaked and moaned for more.
#horrorprompt
For a moment,
A brief, unadulterated moment,
She was flying,
#Lifted.
So high above the world below,
Breathless,
Full of life and longing,
Regret and sorrow,
Joy
But not hope.
And then,
When the realisation set in,
She was gone.
Ph’nglui mglw’nafh
Cthulhu R’lyeh
wgah’nagl fhtagn.
#horrorprompt
A brief, unadulterated moment,
She was flying,
#Lifted.
So high above the world below,
Breathless,
Full of life and longing,
Regret and sorrow,
Joy
But not hope.
And then,
When the realisation set in,
She was gone.
Ph’nglui mglw’nafh
Cthulhu R’lyeh
wgah’nagl fhtagn.
#horrorprompt
July 31, 2025 at 9:47 PM
For a moment,
A brief, unadulterated moment,
She was flying,
#Lifted.
So high above the world below,
Breathless,
Full of life and longing,
Regret and sorrow,
Joy
But not hope.
And then,
When the realisation set in,
She was gone.
Ph’nglui mglw’nafh
Cthulhu R’lyeh
wgah’nagl fhtagn.
#horrorprompt
A brief, unadulterated moment,
She was flying,
#Lifted.
So high above the world below,
Breathless,
Full of life and longing,
Regret and sorrow,
Joy
But not hope.
And then,
When the realisation set in,
She was gone.
Ph’nglui mglw’nafh
Cthulhu R’lyeh
wgah’nagl fhtagn.
#horrorprompt
A new workout shirt that tells it like it is.
July 30, 2025 at 8:59 PM
A new workout shirt that tells it like it is.