Junk Punch
@junkpunchbitch.bsky.social
I guess I just like saying things.
#poetry meets #shitposting
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#poetry meets #shitposting
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Junk Punch
@junkpunchbitch.bsky.social
· Dec 17
The need to be seen and the horror of being seen all at the same time.
the air is lighter where i’m headed
seattle pulls at my ribs
maybe it’s easier to breathe there
because that’s where
the rest of my heart *she* lives
seattle pulls at my ribs
maybe it’s easier to breathe there
because that’s where
the rest of my heart *she* lives
December 11, 2025 at 4:21 AM
the air is lighter where i’m headed
seattle pulls at my ribs
maybe it’s easier to breathe there
because that’s where
the rest of my heart *she* lives
seattle pulls at my ribs
maybe it’s easier to breathe there
because that’s where
the rest of my heart *she* lives
swing from behind glass,
armed with assumptions,
screaming that it’s truth
because you never had to look me in the eye
armed with assumptions,
screaming that it’s truth
because you never had to look me in the eye
December 10, 2025 at 12:39 AM
swing from behind glass,
armed with assumptions,
screaming that it’s truth
because you never had to look me in the eye
armed with assumptions,
screaming that it’s truth
because you never had to look me in the eye
barefoot in the grass, head back laughing, eyes calm as a Texas thunderstorm, more than you can handle, and everything you need all at once
December 10, 2025 at 12:25 AM
barefoot in the grass, head back laughing, eyes calm as a Texas thunderstorm, more than you can handle, and everything you need all at once
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so little hope and such big hearts. i’d save you all if i could, and i can, but you don’t even know my name — and if it’s all the same to you i’m so damn tired lately.
February 15, 2025 at 6:01 AM
so little hope and such big hearts. i’d save you all if i could, and i can, but you don’t even know my name — and if it’s all the same to you i’m so damn tired lately.
I leave messages on the freezer until my son notices.
December 1, 2025 at 11:45 PM
I leave messages on the freezer until my son notices.
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love is a sparrow
sky deep in sorrow
sky deep in sorrow
December 1, 2025 at 11:41 PM
love is a sparrow
sky deep in sorrow
sky deep in sorrow
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Tender, haunting fall
every leaf a small goodbye
gathered at my feet
every leaf a small goodbye
gathered at my feet
November 27, 2025 at 4:39 AM
Tender, haunting fall
every leaf a small goodbye
gathered at my feet
every leaf a small goodbye
gathered at my feet
healing
at a flower’s pace
stubborn
underground for years
moseying
luxuriating
waiting
for the right time to bloom
he stole whole summers
was my longest winter
but he’ll never own my spring
at a flower’s pace
stubborn
underground for years
moseying
luxuriating
waiting
for the right time to bloom
he stole whole summers
was my longest winter
but he’ll never own my spring
November 26, 2025 at 2:56 AM
healing
at a flower’s pace
stubborn
underground for years
moseying
luxuriating
waiting
for the right time to bloom
he stole whole summers
was my longest winter
but he’ll never own my spring
at a flower’s pace
stubborn
underground for years
moseying
luxuriating
waiting
for the right time to bloom
he stole whole summers
was my longest winter
but he’ll never own my spring
They twist words, turning truth to dust.
They shift the blame, make you the storm in their calm facade.
Baited, mistreated, then left in silence.
Because you dared to exhibit love and kindness you drew a target on your head.
Should have just stayed in bed.
They shift the blame, make you the storm in their calm facade.
Baited, mistreated, then left in silence.
Because you dared to exhibit love and kindness you drew a target on your head.
Should have just stayed in bed.
November 15, 2025 at 5:20 AM
They twist words, turning truth to dust.
They shift the blame, make you the storm in their calm facade.
Baited, mistreated, then left in silence.
Because you dared to exhibit love and kindness you drew a target on your head.
Should have just stayed in bed.
They shift the blame, make you the storm in their calm facade.
Baited, mistreated, then left in silence.
Because you dared to exhibit love and kindness you drew a target on your head.
Should have just stayed in bed.
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the only way
the leaves knows how to fall….
silence
the leaves knows how to fall….
silence
November 3, 2025 at 11:31 PM
the only way
the leaves knows how to fall….
silence
the leaves knows how to fall….
silence
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I have lived with several Zen masters -- all of them cats.
Eckhart Tolle
Eckhart Tolle
March 29, 2025 at 10:41 AM
I have lived with several Zen masters -- all of them cats.
Eckhart Tolle
Eckhart Tolle
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Nothing through the whole nihilism exam until the essay question "reasons to have no good reason" I just put false but failed for feeling good about it
September 30, 2025 at 4:42 AM
Nothing through the whole nihilism exam until the essay question "reasons to have no good reason" I just put false but failed for feeling good about it
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The handle came off the microwave so we're playing an old timey game of expecting a long distance call
October 11, 2025 at 4:38 PM
The handle came off the microwave so we're playing an old timey game of expecting a long distance call
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Nothing in this world that I love more than my dog Scrappy. The best emotional support dog, always by my side.
May 7, 2025 at 4:02 PM
Nothing in this world that I love more than my dog Scrappy. The best emotional support dog, always by my side.
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i burn， i freeze; i am never warm. i am rigid; i forgot softness because it did not serve me.
November 4, 2025 at 1:50 AM
i burn， i freeze; i am never warm. i am rigid; i forgot softness because it did not serve me.
using em dashes—
not for flair—
but because they interrupt
and pause like my brain
also—
you don’t like them
so now they feel fire
not for flair—
but because they interrupt
and pause like my brain
also—
you don’t like them
so now they feel fire
October 30, 2025 at 2:56 AM
using em dashes—
not for flair—
but because they interrupt
and pause like my brain
also—
you don’t like them
so now they feel fire
not for flair—
but because they interrupt
and pause like my brain
also—
you don’t like them
so now they feel fire
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This cringe account is a form of therapy. Just let me go with it.
December 17, 2024 at 11:46 AM
This cringe account is a form of therapy. Just let me go with it.
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i’ll always hate you & i’ll always be grateful you made me feral
October 6, 2025 at 10:07 PM
i’ll always hate you & i’ll always be grateful you made me feral
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incompetent evil is still evil
October 12, 2025 at 1:19 AM
incompetent evil is still evil
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grief is like that tangled necklace you put down & pick up & put down & pick up
October 20, 2025 at 10:22 PM
grief is like that tangled necklace you put down & pick up & put down & pick up
two ghosts
we went quiet
cold
yet it brings me peace
knowing you’re somewhere
laughing in the sun
and every so often
the breeze stirs the leaves
in such a way that
a warm memory
shines through
we went quiet
cold
yet it brings me peace
knowing you’re somewhere
laughing in the sun
and every so often
the breeze stirs the leaves
in such a way that
a warm memory
shines through
October 20, 2025 at 2:27 AM
two ghosts
we went quiet
cold
yet it brings me peace
knowing you’re somewhere
laughing in the sun
and every so often
the breeze stirs the leaves
in such a way that
a warm memory
shines through
we went quiet
cold
yet it brings me peace
knowing you’re somewhere
laughing in the sun
and every so often
the breeze stirs the leaves
in such a way that
a warm memory
shines through