Kara
@karatcake.bsky.social
Rumor has it that I’m actually four raccoons in a trench coat.
To study an artist
Is not only to know
Their style, growth, and
What inspires them
It is to recognize more
Deeply, a signature
Composed of that which
Drives them:
Fears, ambitions, and
Mistakes.
“Fingerprints” by kara
#poem
Is not only to know
Their style, growth, and
What inspires them
It is to recognize more
Deeply, a signature
Composed of that which
Drives them:
Fears, ambitions, and
Mistakes.
“Fingerprints” by kara
#poem
April 21, 2024 at 3:44 AM
To study an artist
Is not only to know
Their style, growth, and
What inspires them
It is to recognize more
Deeply, a signature
Composed of that which
Drives them:
Fears, ambitions, and
Mistakes.
“Fingerprints” by kara
#poem
Is not only to know
Their style, growth, and
What inspires them
It is to recognize more
Deeply, a signature
Composed of that which
Drives them:
Fears, ambitions, and
Mistakes.
“Fingerprints” by kara
#poem
Profundity is sudden.
Suddenly born
Suddenly gone
A single breath
Determines much.
Sometimes you can
Sense a pivotal approach
And prepare to swallow its
Essence.
But mostly the minuscule
Event horizons
Rush into us and
Blindly,
We choke.
“The Lump in our Throats” by kara
#poem
Suddenly born
Suddenly gone
A single breath
Determines much.
Sometimes you can
Sense a pivotal approach
And prepare to swallow its
Essence.
But mostly the minuscule
Event horizons
Rush into us and
Blindly,
We choke.
“The Lump in our Throats” by kara
#poem
April 15, 2024 at 2:21 PM
Profundity is sudden.
Suddenly born
Suddenly gone
A single breath
Determines much.
Sometimes you can
Sense a pivotal approach
And prepare to swallow its
Essence.
But mostly the minuscule
Event horizons
Rush into us and
Blindly,
We choke.
“The Lump in our Throats” by kara
#poem
Suddenly born
Suddenly gone
A single breath
Determines much.
Sometimes you can
Sense a pivotal approach
And prepare to swallow its
Essence.
But mostly the minuscule
Event horizons
Rush into us and
Blindly,
We choke.
“The Lump in our Throats” by kara
#poem
The last time you were young
It was a summer
The apple trees blossomed
And the honeysuckle too
You wandered out back
Watched the stars ignite
Danced in moonlight
Eyes shining bright
(1/2)
It was a summer
The apple trees blossomed
And the honeysuckle too
You wandered out back
Watched the stars ignite
Danced in moonlight
Eyes shining bright
(1/2)
April 14, 2024 at 4:24 PM
The last time you were young
It was a summer
The apple trees blossomed
And the honeysuckle too
You wandered out back
Watched the stars ignite
Danced in moonlight
Eyes shining bright
(1/2)
It was a summer
The apple trees blossomed
And the honeysuckle too
You wandered out back
Watched the stars ignite
Danced in moonlight
Eyes shining bright
(1/2)
🔮 Come out of hibernation
Purge stale bonds
Step toward fresh inspiration 🔮
✨ Lucky talismans: 6, swine, blue, bells chiming ✨
(A reading is just a map, symbols are just landmarks. It cant tell you the path or direct your steps, it is just a map.) 🧿🦝
#tarot
Purge stale bonds
Step toward fresh inspiration 🔮
✨ Lucky talismans: 6, swine, blue, bells chiming ✨
(A reading is just a map, symbols are just landmarks. It cant tell you the path or direct your steps, it is just a map.) 🧿🦝
#tarot
April 12, 2024 at 9:51 PM
🔮 Come out of hibernation
Purge stale bonds
Step toward fresh inspiration 🔮
✨ Lucky talismans: 6, swine, blue, bells chiming ✨
(A reading is just a map, symbols are just landmarks. It cant tell you the path or direct your steps, it is just a map.) 🧿🦝
#tarot
Purge stale bonds
Step toward fresh inspiration 🔮
✨ Lucky talismans: 6, swine, blue, bells chiming ✨
(A reading is just a map, symbols are just landmarks. It cant tell you the path or direct your steps, it is just a map.) 🧿🦝
#tarot
If I’m to go on ahead
Do not follow me closely
If you miss me
I’ll haunt you gently
You may burn that
Which once belonged
But do not idly sweep
Away the ash
Let it settle slowly
A light burial, embrace
Still your breath and
For a fleeting moment
I linger in the dust.
“Return” by kara
#poem #poetry
Do not follow me closely
If you miss me
I’ll haunt you gently
You may burn that
Which once belonged
But do not idly sweep
Away the ash
Let it settle slowly
A light burial, embrace
Still your breath and
For a fleeting moment
I linger in the dust.
“Return” by kara
#poem #poetry
April 11, 2024 at 7:03 PM
Reposted by Kara
The dragonfly, in almost every part of the world symbolizes change and change in the perspective of self realization; and the kind of change that has its source in mental and emotional maturity and the understanding of the deeper meaning of life.
April 10, 2024 at 6:38 PM
The dragonfly, in almost every part of the world symbolizes change and change in the perspective of self realization; and the kind of change that has its source in mental and emotional maturity and the understanding of the deeper meaning of life.
April 10, 2024 at 6:34 PM
Reposted by Kara
They come at night
Crawling in the dark
Thru the shadows
Scavengers.
They hunt me
& consume me
Ravenous mouths
Take bloody bites.
Racing to burrow
Deeply, before dawn
Melts them away
I am overcome.
Aged & disabled
Chronically ill, traumatized
Shameful little worms!
To sense my weakness
& attack.
Crawling in the dark
Thru the shadows
Scavengers.
They hunt me
& consume me
Ravenous mouths
Take bloody bites.
Racing to burrow
Deeply, before dawn
Melts them away
I am overcome.
Aged & disabled
Chronically ill, traumatized
Shameful little worms!
To sense my weakness
& attack.
April 10, 2024 at 6:04 AM
They come at night
Crawling in the dark
Thru the shadows
Scavengers.
They hunt me
& consume me
Ravenous mouths
Take bloody bites.
Racing to burrow
Deeply, before dawn
Melts them away
I am overcome.
Aged & disabled
Chronically ill, traumatized
Shameful little worms!
To sense my weakness
& attack.
Crawling in the dark
Thru the shadows
Scavengers.
They hunt me
& consume me
Ravenous mouths
Take bloody bites.
Racing to burrow
Deeply, before dawn
Melts them away
I am overcome.
Aged & disabled
Chronically ill, traumatized
Shameful little worms!
To sense my weakness
& attack.
April 10, 2024 at 6:04 AM
They come at night
Crawling in the dark
Thru the shadows
Scavengers.
They hunt me
& consume me
Ravenous mouths
Take bloody bites.
Racing to burrow
Deeply, before dawn
Melts them away
I am overcome.
Aged & disabled
Chronically ill, traumatized
Shameful little worms!
To sense my weakness
& attack.
Crawling in the dark
Thru the shadows
Scavengers.
They hunt me
& consume me
Ravenous mouths
Take bloody bites.
Racing to burrow
Deeply, before dawn
Melts them away
I am overcome.
Aged & disabled
Chronically ill, traumatized
Shameful little worms!
To sense my weakness
& attack.
April 10, 2024 at 6:02 AM
They come at night
Crawling in the dark
Thru the shadows
Scavengers.
They hunt me
& consume me
Ravenous mouths
Take bloody bites.
Racing to burrow
Deeply, before dawn
Melts them away
I am overcome.
Aged & disabled
Chronically ill, traumatized
Shameful little worms!
To sense my weakness
& attack.
Crawling in the dark
Thru the shadows
Scavengers.
They hunt me
& consume me
Ravenous mouths
Take bloody bites.
Racing to burrow
Deeply, before dawn
Melts them away
I am overcome.
Aged & disabled
Chronically ill, traumatized
Shameful little worms!
To sense my weakness
& attack.
Behold, Springtime!
When coyotes, howling come
Claiming winter’s remains;
Redistributing misfortune.
When brown grasses cradle
Soft babes birthed in the dark;
Frozen innocence.
When dormant worms awake
Erupting from brittle flesh;
Insatiable spawn.
Behold!
“The Thaw” by kara
#poetry #spring
When coyotes, howling come
Claiming winter’s remains;
Redistributing misfortune.
When brown grasses cradle
Soft babes birthed in the dark;
Frozen innocence.
When dormant worms awake
Erupting from brittle flesh;
Insatiable spawn.
Behold!
“The Thaw” by kara
#poetry #spring
April 9, 2024 at 2:39 PM
I never wished to
Be
The sort of person
Who
Wished death on another but
You
Turned me by preying on my
Need
For nurturing.
Now
I know the only way to
Break
Away from your clawing
Grasp
Is to hurl myself into the
Abyss
And beg my wounds to
Grow
Wings for flight.
“Hooks” by kara
#poetry
Be
The sort of person
Who
Wished death on another but
You
Turned me by preying on my
Need
For nurturing.
Now
I know the only way to
Break
Away from your clawing
Grasp
Is to hurl myself into the
Abyss
And beg my wounds to
Grow
Wings for flight.
“Hooks” by kara
#poetry
April 8, 2024 at 5:42 PM
I never wished to
Be
The sort of person
Who
Wished death on another but
You
Turned me by preying on my
Need
For nurturing.
Now
I know the only way to
Break
Away from your clawing
Grasp
Is to hurl myself into the
Abyss
And beg my wounds to
Grow
Wings for flight.
“Hooks” by kara
#poetry
Be
The sort of person
Who
Wished death on another but
You
Turned me by preying on my
Need
For nurturing.
Now
I know the only way to
Break
Away from your clawing
Grasp
Is to hurl myself into the
Abyss
And beg my wounds to
Grow
Wings for flight.
“Hooks” by kara
#poetry
Our bridge has always burned
I didn’t ignite
This inferno
But I’ll breathe life
To its crackling lungs
When I catch you
Pouring gasoline.
“Ashes to dust” by kara
#poetry
April 8, 2024 at 1:58 AM
Our bridge has always burned
I didn’t ignite
This inferno
But I’ll breathe life
To its crackling lungs
When I catch you
Pouring gasoline.
“Ashes to dust” by kara
#poetry
Setting the tone for this acct
April 7, 2024 at 9:49 AM
Setting the tone for this acct
Qt with a pic you took at sunset. No description.
April 7, 2024 at 9:38 AM
Qt with a pic you took at sunset. No description.
Reposted by Kara
Go to Google, search for "April 8 eclipse," your screen will dim, and you'll see a virtual total solar eclipse. 🧪🌑🌞🔭
April 7, 2024 at 12:09 AM
Go to Google, search for "April 8 eclipse," your screen will dim, and you'll see a virtual total solar eclipse. 🧪🌑🌞🔭