Lauren Ipsom
@laurenipsom.bsky.social
Sometimes I shed my writing here like leaves.
All writing is my own unless otherwise noted.
All writing is my own unless otherwise noted.
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Lauren Ipsom
@laurenipsom.bsky.social
· Nov 26
Beneath the shadows
There’s a whole universe
Where pets keep us
Laying in a sunny window
Watching the birds in the snow
#poetry
There’s a whole universe
Where pets keep us
Laying in a sunny window
Watching the birds in the snow
#poetry
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My therapist said
the paranoia would fade
as I dealt with my trauma.
I would not miss the
six chickens
five dogs
four freezers
three storage rooms
two acres and
one fresh water creek
“I wasn’t wrong, just wrong for that moment” I say
as I buy a paper map
and get back on the subway
#poetry
the paranoia would fade
as I dealt with my trauma.
I would not miss the
six chickens
five dogs
four freezers
three storage rooms
two acres and
one fresh water creek
“I wasn’t wrong, just wrong for that moment” I say
as I buy a paper map
and get back on the subway
#poetry
January 31, 2025 at 4:11 AM
My therapist said
the paranoia would fade
as I dealt with my trauma.
I would not miss the
six chickens
five dogs
four freezers
three storage rooms
two acres and
one fresh water creek
“I wasn’t wrong, just wrong for that moment” I say
as I buy a paper map
and get back on the subway
#poetry
the paranoia would fade
as I dealt with my trauma.
I would not miss the
six chickens
five dogs
four freezers
three storage rooms
two acres and
one fresh water creek
“I wasn’t wrong, just wrong for that moment” I say
as I buy a paper map
and get back on the subway
#poetry
I bought a house
on top of a mountain
looking down into the Potomac and the wine country of Virginia
in a town that burned their bridge
during the civil war
to keep the racists out
Fuck the south, I say
every god damned day from my balcony.
on top of a mountain
looking down into the Potomac and the wine country of Virginia
in a town that burned their bridge
during the civil war
to keep the racists out
Fuck the south, I say
every god damned day from my balcony.
May 30, 2025 at 11:40 PM
I bought a house
on top of a mountain
looking down into the Potomac and the wine country of Virginia
in a town that burned their bridge
during the civil war
to keep the racists out
Fuck the south, I say
every god damned day from my balcony.
on top of a mountain
looking down into the Potomac and the wine country of Virginia
in a town that burned their bridge
during the civil war
to keep the racists out
Fuck the south, I say
every god damned day from my balcony.
An American Dream*
Dad is in the hospital,
there’s water in the basement and
my gaming machine just died
Dad is in the hospital,
there’s water in the basement and
my gaming machine just died
May 17, 2025 at 8:07 PM
An American Dream*
Dad is in the hospital,
there’s water in the basement and
my gaming machine just died
Dad is in the hospital,
there’s water in the basement and
my gaming machine just died
Today is
the worst day of the year,
most years.
However, this year has been impressive
and the world just keeps turning
like it’s any spring Sunday
the worst day of the year,
most years.
However, this year has been impressive
and the world just keeps turning
like it’s any spring Sunday
May 11, 2025 at 5:42 PM
Today is
the worst day of the year,
most years.
However, this year has been impressive
and the world just keeps turning
like it’s any spring Sunday
the worst day of the year,
most years.
However, this year has been impressive
and the world just keeps turning
like it’s any spring Sunday
An ode to flare
I tried to be calm
use the healing balm
and not invite mom
this time
We paid them to move us
it’s supposedly less fuss
at least for us
So explain to me why
the pain still lingers
This morning as I try
to close my swollen fingers
I tried to be calm
use the healing balm
and not invite mom
this time
We paid them to move us
it’s supposedly less fuss
at least for us
So explain to me why
the pain still lingers
This morning as I try
to close my swollen fingers
April 29, 2025 at 3:42 PM
An ode to flare
I tried to be calm
use the healing balm
and not invite mom
this time
We paid them to move us
it’s supposedly less fuss
at least for us
So explain to me why
the pain still lingers
This morning as I try
to close my swollen fingers
I tried to be calm
use the healing balm
and not invite mom
this time
We paid them to move us
it’s supposedly less fuss
at least for us
So explain to me why
the pain still lingers
This morning as I try
to close my swollen fingers
But you’ve been through therapy!
Yes now I know why I am so fucked up, it did not in fact unfuck me
Yes now I know why I am so fucked up, it did not in fact unfuck me
April 26, 2025 at 1:23 PM
But you’ve been through therapy!
Yes now I know why I am so fucked up, it did not in fact unfuck me
Yes now I know why I am so fucked up, it did not in fact unfuck me
He always said it was sad to give cut flowers as a gift
“Why would I want you to think of me when you watch things die?”
But I am a woman and he still makes mistakes
Now he brings me dried lavender stalks and I make bath things and oils
So there’s only new life when I think of him instead.
“Why would I want you to think of me when you watch things die?”
But I am a woman and he still makes mistakes
Now he brings me dried lavender stalks and I make bath things and oils
So there’s only new life when I think of him instead.
April 22, 2025 at 8:15 PM
He always said it was sad to give cut flowers as a gift
“Why would I want you to think of me when you watch things die?”
But I am a woman and he still makes mistakes
Now he brings me dried lavender stalks and I make bath things and oils
So there’s only new life when I think of him instead.
“Why would I want you to think of me when you watch things die?”
But I am a woman and he still makes mistakes
Now he brings me dried lavender stalks and I make bath things and oils
So there’s only new life when I think of him instead.
I wish I had more people to tell good news to
But they all left when there was bad news
So I guess I’ll just be happy alone
But they all left when there was bad news
So I guess I’ll just be happy alone
April 22, 2025 at 8:01 PM
I wish I had more people to tell good news to
But they all left when there was bad news
So I guess I’ll just be happy alone
But they all left when there was bad news
So I guess I’ll just be happy alone
You look cool
I'll follow you
Oh
Oh no
You must have been on vacation
Why is my TL only you
I'll follow you
Oh
Oh no
You must have been on vacation
Why is my TL only you
March 21, 2025 at 7:48 PM
You look cool
I'll follow you
Oh
Oh no
You must have been on vacation
Why is my TL only you
I'll follow you
Oh
Oh no
You must have been on vacation
Why is my TL only you
We are moments of pain
Randomly bumping into each other
(It was obvious you meant that)
Wondering why we can’t get comfortable
Randomly bumping into each other
(It was obvious you meant that)
Wondering why we can’t get comfortable
March 21, 2025 at 5:37 PM
We are moments of pain
Randomly bumping into each other
(It was obvious you meant that)
Wondering why we can’t get comfortable
Randomly bumping into each other
(It was obvious you meant that)
Wondering why we can’t get comfortable
Sorry I broke the mask you need me to wear
All the time
I didn’t even have it off enough to clean it most days
Theres another one like it I’ll put on right away
Hopefully you wont notice
(You will)
All the time
I didn’t even have it off enough to clean it most days
Theres another one like it I’ll put on right away
Hopefully you wont notice
(You will)
March 18, 2025 at 4:51 PM
Sorry I broke the mask you need me to wear
All the time
I didn’t even have it off enough to clean it most days
Theres another one like it I’ll put on right away
Hopefully you wont notice
(You will)
All the time
I didn’t even have it off enough to clean it most days
Theres another one like it I’ll put on right away
Hopefully you wont notice
(You will)
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A glowing ACME catalog appeared in his paws. He flipped through. TNT? Rocket skates? Anvil launcher? Holy peyote!
He filled out the order form. The page sweated under his pads. "Thank you for your soul," the catalog whispered. His name faded from the page. A box appeared. The game began.
#hbp131
He filled out the order form. The page sweated under his pads. "Thank you for your soul," the catalog whispered. His name faded from the page. A box appeared. The game began.
#hbp131
Concept: Demons in the desert, a western horror. #hbp131
March 7, 2025 at 3:15 AM
A glowing ACME catalog appeared in his paws. He flipped through. TNT? Rocket skates? Anvil launcher? Holy peyote!
He filled out the order form. The page sweated under his pads. "Thank you for your soul," the catalog whispered. His name faded from the page. A box appeared. The game began.
#hbp131
He filled out the order form. The page sweated under his pads. "Thank you for your soul," the catalog whispered. His name faded from the page. A box appeared. The game began.
#hbp131
Reposted by Lauren Ipsom
They were the best of times, they were the worst of times.
They were the times when all you wanted was tea, books, and to sleep for a thousand years.
They were the times when all you wanted was tea, books, and to sleep for a thousand years.
March 7, 2025 at 7:42 PM
They were the best of times, they were the worst of times.
They were the times when all you wanted was tea, books, and to sleep for a thousand years.
They were the times when all you wanted was tea, books, and to sleep for a thousand years.
It was the first flying thing they’d ever seen so of course they ran out to greet it. They had never known airplanes balloons or drones. All too expensive to waste dodging space junk, but this could do short trips with clear skies. It was our first mail since 2026; we let them celebrate. #hbp132
Imagery: Helicopters circling overhead. #hbp132
March 7, 2025 at 8:23 PM
It was the first flying thing they’d ever seen so of course they ran out to greet it. They had never known airplanes balloons or drones. All too expensive to waste dodging space junk, but this could do short trips with clear skies. It was our first mail since 2026; we let them celebrate. #hbp132
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Of course people such as us know what love is..
For we survived a childhood of what love was definitely not...
#brokenpoet
For we survived a childhood of what love was definitely not...
#brokenpoet
a frog is swimming in a pond with a flower in the foreground
Alt: Gif a pink water lily in a pond in the foreground its reflection keeps it company while the rain dancing
media.tenor.com
November 18, 2024 at 12:43 AM
Of course people such as us know what love is..
For we survived a childhood of what love was definitely not...
#brokenpoet
For we survived a childhood of what love was definitely not...
#brokenpoet
March 7, 2025 at 8:14 PM
February 28, 2025 at 9:20 PM
It is not your fault that genuine kindness, curiosity, and authenticity are trampled by society That there are people capable of cruelty, manipulation, and blatant dishonesty who suffer no repercussions for it
You deserve warmth, acceptance, and compassion for who you are, as you are.
You deserve warmth, acceptance, and compassion for who you are, as you are.
February 28, 2025 at 4:01 PM
It is not your fault that genuine kindness, curiosity, and authenticity are trampled by society That there are people capable of cruelty, manipulation, and blatant dishonesty who suffer no repercussions for it
You deserve warmth, acceptance, and compassion for who you are, as you are.
You deserve warmth, acceptance, and compassion for who you are, as you are.
There was a day in the spring of last year
I felt real no-drug happiness.
Walking six blocks home from the subway by the park.
A bubble of perfect nonjudgement,
accomplishment,
appreciation
and joy for being alive in that moment.
To having made it to there
That moment
Then it was gone
#poetry
I felt real no-drug happiness.
Walking six blocks home from the subway by the park.
A bubble of perfect nonjudgement,
accomplishment,
appreciation
and joy for being alive in that moment.
To having made it to there
That moment
Then it was gone
#poetry
February 27, 2025 at 5:21 PM
There was a day in the spring of last year
I felt real no-drug happiness.
Walking six blocks home from the subway by the park.
A bubble of perfect nonjudgement,
accomplishment,
appreciation
and joy for being alive in that moment.
To having made it to there
That moment
Then it was gone
#poetry
I felt real no-drug happiness.
Walking six blocks home from the subway by the park.
A bubble of perfect nonjudgement,
accomplishment,
appreciation
and joy for being alive in that moment.
To having made it to there
That moment
Then it was gone
#poetry
It’s as if the skin of the earth
has dried and begun peeling away
leaving us nothing to cling to
has dried and begun peeling away
leaving us nothing to cling to
February 10, 2025 at 4:55 AM
It’s as if the skin of the earth
has dried and begun peeling away
leaving us nothing to cling to
has dried and begun peeling away
leaving us nothing to cling to
My father told me when I turned 40
“you could have been somebody!”
In that exasperated tone that might have mattered if I was still 16 and church going
“I expected a doctor or lawyer not journalist or elementary teacher”
He voted for trump twice
Wonder what kind of somebody he really meant?
#poetry
“you could have been somebody!”
In that exasperated tone that might have mattered if I was still 16 and church going
“I expected a doctor or lawyer not journalist or elementary teacher”
He voted for trump twice
Wonder what kind of somebody he really meant?
#poetry
February 10, 2025 at 1:52 AM
My father told me when I turned 40
“you could have been somebody!”
In that exasperated tone that might have mattered if I was still 16 and church going
“I expected a doctor or lawyer not journalist or elementary teacher”
He voted for trump twice
Wonder what kind of somebody he really meant?
#poetry
“you could have been somebody!”
In that exasperated tone that might have mattered if I was still 16 and church going
“I expected a doctor or lawyer not journalist or elementary teacher”
He voted for trump twice
Wonder what kind of somebody he really meant?
#poetry
I see the thing they say about the dead
I’d rather go into obscurity
I had been what I wanted
Moments at best
giving comfort to drug addicts and abandoned animals
A name in a third or fourth line listed as “helped by”
Who cares about the stepping stones for those who make better funerals
#poetry
I’d rather go into obscurity
I had been what I wanted
Moments at best
giving comfort to drug addicts and abandoned animals
A name in a third or fourth line listed as “helped by”
Who cares about the stepping stones for those who make better funerals
#poetry
February 8, 2025 at 11:29 PM
I see the thing they say about the dead
I’d rather go into obscurity
I had been what I wanted
Moments at best
giving comfort to drug addicts and abandoned animals
A name in a third or fourth line listed as “helped by”
Who cares about the stepping stones for those who make better funerals
#poetry
I’d rather go into obscurity
I had been what I wanted
Moments at best
giving comfort to drug addicts and abandoned animals
A name in a third or fourth line listed as “helped by”
Who cares about the stepping stones for those who make better funerals
#poetry
The wind is singing in through the cracked windows in code I don’t speak. Lullabies in lost languages
February 6, 2025 at 6:04 PM
The wind is singing in through the cracked windows in code I don’t speak. Lullabies in lost languages
February 5, 2025 at 4:08 PM