Misery
@miserystarr.bsky.social
💻 Future Tech Bro
🐾 Boy Mom 🚀
🕯️ Life Coach & Hypnotherapist
🎵 Amateur Performer & Artist
✅ A Goddamn Delight
🐾 Boy Mom 🚀
🕯️ Life Coach & Hypnotherapist
🎵 Amateur Performer & Artist
✅ A Goddamn Delight
The Overlook
Seeking familiarity of shapes through misty trees
Groping in the dark to grasp knowing
Patterns
Anticipation
Navigating up the hillside
Memory betrays me
I thought I’d been here before
“I bet it’s beautiful in the summer”
But it was beautiful now
We couldn’t see
But I felt everything
Seeking familiarity of shapes through misty trees
Groping in the dark to grasp knowing
Patterns
Anticipation
Navigating up the hillside
Memory betrays me
I thought I’d been here before
“I bet it’s beautiful in the summer”
But it was beautiful now
We couldn’t see
But I felt everything
November 17, 2025 at 9:08 AM
The Overlook
Seeking familiarity of shapes through misty trees
Groping in the dark to grasp knowing
Patterns
Anticipation
Navigating up the hillside
Memory betrays me
I thought I’d been here before
“I bet it’s beautiful in the summer”
But it was beautiful now
We couldn’t see
But I felt everything
Seeking familiarity of shapes through misty trees
Groping in the dark to grasp knowing
Patterns
Anticipation
Navigating up the hillside
Memory betrays me
I thought I’d been here before
“I bet it’s beautiful in the summer”
But it was beautiful now
We couldn’t see
But I felt everything
Soup (white paws) and Merry got adopted together this last weekend at a super fun cat themed event! Their mom is currently in foster care and working on adjusting to indoor cat life. And I’m totally taking a break. #fostermom #catfoster #adoptdontshop
September 11, 2025 at 9:42 AM
Soup (white paws) and Merry got adopted together this last weekend at a super fun cat themed event! Their mom is currently in foster care and working on adjusting to indoor cat life. And I’m totally taking a break. #fostermom #catfoster #adoptdontshop
Here’s a cool little block fortress I built with my kid today. Foster cat pictures to follow.
September 11, 2025 at 9:33 AM
Here’s a cool little block fortress I built with my kid today. Foster cat pictures to follow.
My toddler took this photo a year and 4 months ago. (Edited by me.) Time is passing too quickly as that little shadow has grown taller.
“For all it brightens, love casts long shadows.” -King Foltest (The Witcher)
#blueskyartshow #photography #toddlerphotography #photoedits #poetry #lightandshadow
“For all it brightens, love casts long shadows.” -King Foltest (The Witcher)
#blueskyartshow #photography #toddlerphotography #photoedits #poetry #lightandshadow
May 25, 2025 at 6:04 AM
My toddler took this photo a year and 4 months ago. (Edited by me.) Time is passing too quickly as that little shadow has grown taller.
“For all it brightens, love casts long shadows.” -King Foltest (The Witcher)
#blueskyartshow #photography #toddlerphotography #photoedits #poetry #lightandshadow
“For all it brightens, love casts long shadows.” -King Foltest (The Witcher)
#blueskyartshow #photography #toddlerphotography #photoedits #poetry #lightandshadow
“I’ll dance again. I swear it.
Like the strong and spiteful sways of tall trees grown after devastation.
Like sunlight bouncing on the fertile earth through a deep forest canopy that exists untouched by man.
Like the hummingbirds in their orchestra of nectar gathering, sweet, but calculated…”
Like the strong and spiteful sways of tall trees grown after devastation.
Like sunlight bouncing on the fertile earth through a deep forest canopy that exists untouched by man.
Like the hummingbirds in their orchestra of nectar gathering, sweet, but calculated…”
May 8, 2025 at 2:51 AM
“I’ll dance again. I swear it.
Like the strong and spiteful sways of tall trees grown after devastation.
Like sunlight bouncing on the fertile earth through a deep forest canopy that exists untouched by man.
Like the hummingbirds in their orchestra of nectar gathering, sweet, but calculated…”
Like the strong and spiteful sways of tall trees grown after devastation.
Like sunlight bouncing on the fertile earth through a deep forest canopy that exists untouched by man.
Like the hummingbirds in their orchestra of nectar gathering, sweet, but calculated…”
Maybe in another lifetime we took care of her instead of burning, digging, chopping, leveling, mining, taking everything from her and then filling her with refuse.
April 26, 2025 at 1:13 PM
Maybe in another lifetime we took care of her instead of burning, digging, chopping, leveling, mining, taking everything from her and then filling her with refuse.
“I want to dream about flying, soaring high above and feeling weightless; able to go wherever I please in mere moments.
Instead I see your face that sinks my soul like a weighted anchor, it’s smirk sliding off your face painted with lies…”
#bskyartshow #artshow #poetry
Instead I see your face that sinks my soul like a weighted anchor, it’s smirk sliding off your face painted with lies…”
#bskyartshow #artshow #poetry
April 21, 2025 at 6:47 AM
“I want to dream about flying, soaring high above and feeling weightless; able to go wherever I please in mere moments.
Instead I see your face that sinks my soul like a weighted anchor, it’s smirk sliding off your face painted with lies…”
#bskyartshow #artshow #poetry
Instead I see your face that sinks my soul like a weighted anchor, it’s smirk sliding off your face painted with lies…”
#bskyartshow #artshow #poetry
Just burlesque stuff. I’m missing the stage. But I’ve also been so freaking busy. #burlesque #performancearts
March 8, 2025 at 5:57 AM
Just burlesque stuff. I’m missing the stage. But I’ve also been so freaking busy. #burlesque #performancearts
Hydrated. Unbothered. Rent paid. I’ll take the small wins.
March 4, 2025 at 11:36 PM
Hydrated. Unbothered. Rent paid. I’ll take the small wins.
#BSAS #blueskyartshow #spring #overstylizedphoto #poetry
-Necromancy-
Every year Mother Earth performs ancient magick.
From death and deep slumber new life comes forth.
Old trees creak and groan. Slick moss and mycelium churn in their innards.
Pale grass blushes with the arrival of new blooms.
-Necromancy-
Every year Mother Earth performs ancient magick.
From death and deep slumber new life comes forth.
Old trees creak and groan. Slick moss and mycelium churn in their innards.
Pale grass blushes with the arrival of new blooms.
March 1, 2025 at 10:37 PM
#BSAS #blueskyartshow #spring #overstylizedphoto #poetry
-Necromancy-
Every year Mother Earth performs ancient magick.
From death and deep slumber new life comes forth.
Old trees creak and groan. Slick moss and mycelium churn in their innards.
Pale grass blushes with the arrival of new blooms.
-Necromancy-
Every year Mother Earth performs ancient magick.
From death and deep slumber new life comes forth.
Old trees creak and groan. Slick moss and mycelium churn in their innards.
Pale grass blushes with the arrival of new blooms.
The moon caught in a spider web. No edit.
February 28, 2025 at 6:12 AM
The moon caught in a spider web. No edit.
Foster dad life. Odin is just happy to be here. He’s a little bundle of anxiety that I’m having the pleasure of watching untangle as he realizes I’m a safe human and I won’t hurt him. Night 5 and he’s sleeping on the bed at my feet. No crying tonight. #fostercat #adoptdontshop
February 24, 2025 at 8:41 AM
Foster dad life. Odin is just happy to be here. He’s a little bundle of anxiety that I’m having the pleasure of watching untangle as he realizes I’m a safe human and I won’t hurt him. Night 5 and he’s sleeping on the bed at my feet. No crying tonight. #fostercat #adoptdontshop
💜🖤 This feed will be back after a short break 💜🖤
February 20, 2025 at 8:34 AM
💜🖤 This feed will be back after a short break 💜🖤
I felt like being a smartass for today’s #februarty post. #orange #poetry #wordsareart
-Still Life-
We’re taught to keep moving
Keep hustling
Keep growing
Don’t stop
Can’t stop
If I do I’m lazy
Productivity
Quotas
Return on investment
But what if I stand still
For just a moment
Check my soul…
-Still Life-
We’re taught to keep moving
Keep hustling
Keep growing
Don’t stop
Can’t stop
If I do I’m lazy
Productivity
Quotas
Return on investment
But what if I stand still
For just a moment
Check my soul…
February 12, 2025 at 11:32 PM
I felt like being a smartass for today’s #februarty post. #orange #poetry #wordsareart
-Still Life-
We’re taught to keep moving
Keep hustling
Keep growing
Don’t stop
Can’t stop
If I do I’m lazy
Productivity
Quotas
Return on investment
But what if I stand still
For just a moment
Check my soul…
-Still Life-
We’re taught to keep moving
Keep hustling
Keep growing
Don’t stop
Can’t stop
If I do I’m lazy
Productivity
Quotas
Return on investment
But what if I stand still
For just a moment
Check my soul…
#rings #februarty
You thought I’d make a Lord of the Rings reference here?
Well you’re right. #poetry
-Fire Rule-
Soft touch fleeting
Bodies pressed hard together
Grips on necks and fingernails on skin
There will be no tenderness only pain
Touching rings of fire to ask why it burns…
You thought I’d make a Lord of the Rings reference here?
Well you’re right. #poetry
-Fire Rule-
Soft touch fleeting
Bodies pressed hard together
Grips on necks and fingernails on skin
There will be no tenderness only pain
Touching rings of fire to ask why it burns…
February 11, 2025 at 7:25 AM
#rings #februarty
You thought I’d make a Lord of the Rings reference here?
Well you’re right. #poetry
-Fire Rule-
Soft touch fleeting
Bodies pressed hard together
Grips on necks and fingernails on skin
There will be no tenderness only pain
Touching rings of fire to ask why it burns…
You thought I’d make a Lord of the Rings reference here?
Well you’re right. #poetry
-Fire Rule-
Soft touch fleeting
Bodies pressed hard together
Grips on necks and fingernails on skin
There will be no tenderness only pain
Touching rings of fire to ask why it burns…
Just doing like every other #februarty theme so I can finish catching up. Nature’s #puzzle pieces are #hexagons.
-Puzzled-
Our edges actually came together quite nicely.
And then you cut me.
You bent me.
You carved into yourself too. Then blamed me when we no longer fit…
-Puzzled-
Our edges actually came together quite nicely.
And then you cut me.
You bent me.
You carved into yourself too. Then blamed me when we no longer fit…
February 11, 2025 at 6:48 AM
Just doing like every other #februarty theme so I can finish catching up. Nature’s #puzzle pieces are #hexagons.
-Puzzled-
Our edges actually came together quite nicely.
And then you cut me.
You bent me.
You carved into yourself too. Then blamed me when we no longer fit…
-Puzzled-
Our edges actually came together quite nicely.
And then you cut me.
You bent me.
You carved into yourself too. Then blamed me when we no longer fit…
Catching up on #februarty
Throw back to that one time when I was tattoo twinning with an erotic dancer. #eyes #poetry
-Point of View-
Blood red flags cast rose colored shadows.
Deadly wildfire looks warm when gaslit embers are stoked.
Bare minimum looks like love standing on a barren wasteland.
Throw back to that one time when I was tattoo twinning with an erotic dancer. #eyes #poetry
-Point of View-
Blood red flags cast rose colored shadows.
Deadly wildfire looks warm when gaslit embers are stoked.
Bare minimum looks like love standing on a barren wasteland.
February 11, 2025 at 4:30 AM
Catching up on #februarty
Throw back to that one time when I was tattoo twinning with an erotic dancer. #eyes #poetry
-Point of View-
Blood red flags cast rose colored shadows.
Deadly wildfire looks warm when gaslit embers are stoked.
Bare minimum looks like love standing on a barren wasteland.
Throw back to that one time when I was tattoo twinning with an erotic dancer. #eyes #poetry
-Point of View-
Blood red flags cast rose colored shadows.
Deadly wildfire looks warm when gaslit embers are stoked.
Bare minimum looks like love standing on a barren wasteland.
February 9, 2025 at 8:44 PM
Just a world at my finger tips. (Catching up on
#februarty #purple #galaxy)
-Ghost-
I’d rather be breathless
Than to feel you again
You’re just shades of indigo now
Bruises on my skin
Exorcised from my body
After deep reflection
Salt and flame
To destroy where I’ve been
#februarty #purple #galaxy)
-Ghost-
I’d rather be breathless
Than to feel you again
You’re just shades of indigo now
Bruises on my skin
Exorcised from my body
After deep reflection
Salt and flame
To destroy where I’ve been
February 9, 2025 at 7:06 PM
Just a world at my finger tips. (Catching up on
#februarty #purple #galaxy)
-Ghost-
I’d rather be breathless
Than to feel you again
You’re just shades of indigo now
Bruises on my skin
Exorcised from my body
After deep reflection
Salt and flame
To destroy where I’ve been
#februarty #purple #galaxy)
-Ghost-
I’d rather be breathless
Than to feel you again
You’re just shades of indigo now
Bruises on my skin
Exorcised from my body
After deep reflection
Salt and flame
To destroy where I’ve been
The softest #fuzzy from the fur of this foster cat. Still catching up on #februarty day 3… reminded me of a haunted scape with black naked anguished trees. But that’s imagination for ya.
#SensoryArt
#SensoryArt
February 9, 2025 at 2:44 AM
The softest #fuzzy from the fur of this foster cat. Still catching up on #februarty day 3… reminded me of a haunted scape with black naked anguished trees. But that’s imagination for ya.
#SensoryArt
#SensoryArt
Catching up on #februarty #day2 #shoes
This was taken back in 2003-2004. I don’t remember which camera I was using… I was 18-19 years old. So this one is very amusing and nostalgic for me. I really had a solid rebel teenage experience. (Keep reading for more #poetry / #writing )
This was taken back in 2003-2004. I don’t remember which camera I was using… I was 18-19 years old. So this one is very amusing and nostalgic for me. I really had a solid rebel teenage experience. (Keep reading for more #poetry / #writing )
February 8, 2025 at 9:52 AM
Catching up on #februarty #day2 #shoes
This was taken back in 2003-2004. I don’t remember which camera I was using… I was 18-19 years old. So this one is very amusing and nostalgic for me. I really had a solid rebel teenage experience. (Keep reading for more #poetry / #writing )
This was taken back in 2003-2004. I don’t remember which camera I was using… I was 18-19 years old. So this one is very amusing and nostalgic for me. I really had a solid rebel teenage experience. (Keep reading for more #poetry / #writing )
Another weird poem to go with a photo…
-Fractal-
Endless gnawing, gnashing, clenching, grinding, scraping.
A cacophony of betrayal in whispers and murmurs.
Endless drowning, gasping, gurgling, aspirating, choking.
Seething with a mouth full of lovelorn words unspoken…
-Fractal-
Endless gnawing, gnashing, clenching, grinding, scraping.
A cacophony of betrayal in whispers and murmurs.
Endless drowning, gasping, gurgling, aspirating, choking.
Seething with a mouth full of lovelorn words unspoken…
February 1, 2025 at 6:51 PM
Another weird poem to go with a photo…
-Fractal-
Endless gnawing, gnashing, clenching, grinding, scraping.
A cacophony of betrayal in whispers and murmurs.
Endless drowning, gasping, gurgling, aspirating, choking.
Seething with a mouth full of lovelorn words unspoken…
-Fractal-
Endless gnawing, gnashing, clenching, grinding, scraping.
A cacophony of betrayal in whispers and murmurs.
Endless drowning, gasping, gurgling, aspirating, choking.
Seething with a mouth full of lovelorn words unspoken…
You are specks of stardust and I love you. Even if you’re a stranger. That’s okay. I’m just here too, holding my little bit of hope in my heart. I’m holding you in my heart.
I won’t let hope die.
I won’t let hope die.
January 30, 2025 at 6:25 AM
You are specks of stardust and I love you. Even if you’re a stranger. That’s okay. I’m just here too, holding my little bit of hope in my heart. I’m holding you in my heart.
I won’t let hope die.
I won’t let hope die.