Peony
@peonyandinkbrush.bsky.social
✩ schrödinger's raccoon ✩ poet ✩ tail for fables & stories ✩ chaotic neutral ✩ pictorial soul in enjambment ✩ she/her ✩ 🇹🇼🇺🇸🕊️🍉
(Ravens by Masahisa Fukase)
July 11, 2025 at 4:57 AM
(Ravens by Masahisa Fukase)
tw: blood, miscarriage mentioned
(inspired by Yoko Onibe’s story)
(inspired by Yoko Onibe’s story)
July 7, 2025 at 3:06 AM
tw: blood, miscarriage mentioned
(inspired by Yoko Onibe’s story)
(inspired by Yoko Onibe’s story)
Can I exist?
authentically,
audaciously,
automatically.
not Skinner’s rat,
not Pavlov’s dog,
not Harlow’s monkey.
Perhaps Schrödinger’s cat,
neither alive nor dead.
don’t break the box,
not even in emergency.
I’m a mirage,
liminal,
nonexistent.
#poetry
authentically,
audaciously,
automatically.
not Skinner’s rat,
not Pavlov’s dog,
not Harlow’s monkey.
Perhaps Schrödinger’s cat,
neither alive nor dead.
don’t break the box,
not even in emergency.
I’m a mirage,
liminal,
nonexistent.
#poetry
July 5, 2025 at 12:16 AM
Can I exist?
authentically,
audaciously,
automatically.
not Skinner’s rat,
not Pavlov’s dog,
not Harlow’s monkey.
Perhaps Schrödinger’s cat,
neither alive nor dead.
don’t break the box,
not even in emergency.
I’m a mirage,
liminal,
nonexistent.
#poetry
authentically,
audaciously,
automatically.
not Skinner’s rat,
not Pavlov’s dog,
not Harlow’s monkey.
Perhaps Schrödinger’s cat,
neither alive nor dead.
don’t break the box,
not even in emergency.
I’m a mirage,
liminal,
nonexistent.
#poetry
sorry
i know
i’ve always been too quick
with my words
always cutting
when it hurts
i’m sorry
i’m still learning
still
trying
i know
i’ve always been too quick
with my words
always cutting
when it hurts
i’m sorry
i’m still learning
still
trying
July 1, 2025 at 5:26 AM
sorry
i know
i’ve always been too quick
with my words
always cutting
when it hurts
i’m sorry
i’m still learning
still
trying
i know
i’ve always been too quick
with my words
always cutting
when it hurts
i’m sorry
i’m still learning
still
trying
consolation prize,
participation trophy,
not the goal.
but good enough.
not the sun.
nor the moon.
just—
𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬.
something you took home,
as a souvenir.
all while still yearning for
the warmth of the luminary.
#poetry
participation trophy,
not the goal.
but good enough.
not the sun.
nor the moon.
just—
𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬.
something you took home,
as a souvenir.
all while still yearning for
the warmth of the luminary.
#poetry
June 24, 2025 at 12:48 AM
consolation prize,
participation trophy,
not the goal.
but good enough.
not the sun.
nor the moon.
just—
𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬.
something you took home,
as a souvenir.
all while still yearning for
the warmth of the luminary.
#poetry
participation trophy,
not the goal.
but good enough.
not the sun.
nor the moon.
just—
𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬.
something you took home,
as a souvenir.
all while still yearning for
the warmth of the luminary.
#poetry
too far
too much
too close
don’t perceive
i adjust the rulers
according to the decrees posted
daily
silence means retreat
affirmations as beckoning
i won’t leave—
the counterforce is missing
to propel me away.
so i orbit you,
the lonely planet,
was it by accident,
or fate?
#poetry
too much
too close
don’t perceive
i adjust the rulers
according to the decrees posted
daily
silence means retreat
affirmations as beckoning
i won’t leave—
the counterforce is missing
to propel me away.
so i orbit you,
the lonely planet,
was it by accident,
or fate?
#poetry
June 22, 2025 at 4:18 AM
too far
too much
too close
don’t perceive
i adjust the rulers
according to the decrees posted
daily
silence means retreat
affirmations as beckoning
i won’t leave—
the counterforce is missing
to propel me away.
so i orbit you,
the lonely planet,
was it by accident,
or fate?
#poetry
too much
too close
don’t perceive
i adjust the rulers
according to the decrees posted
daily
silence means retreat
affirmations as beckoning
i won’t leave—
the counterforce is missing
to propel me away.
so i orbit you,
the lonely planet,
was it by accident,
or fate?
#poetry
do you want to
tangle our hair?
tie a knot,
laced longings.
gifted with
those onyx hues,
painted ladies,
victorian dresses,
shared walls,
infested yearnings.
melodies paper-thin,
whispering not-quite secrets,
behind fans—
olfactory,
auditory,
provocatory.
#poetry
tangle our hair?
tie a knot,
laced longings.
gifted with
those onyx hues,
painted ladies,
victorian dresses,
shared walls,
infested yearnings.
melodies paper-thin,
whispering not-quite secrets,
behind fans—
olfactory,
auditory,
provocatory.
#poetry
June 21, 2025 at 3:04 AM
do you want to
tangle our hair?
tie a knot,
laced longings.
gifted with
those onyx hues,
painted ladies,
victorian dresses,
shared walls,
infested yearnings.
melodies paper-thin,
whispering not-quite secrets,
behind fans—
olfactory,
auditory,
provocatory.
#poetry
tangle our hair?
tie a knot,
laced longings.
gifted with
those onyx hues,
painted ladies,
victorian dresses,
shared walls,
infested yearnings.
melodies paper-thin,
whispering not-quite secrets,
behind fans—
olfactory,
auditory,
provocatory.
#poetry
thank you
for those who filled
this leaky heart of mine
with love,
with praise,
with starlight.
seen and adored,
felt and held,
closed my eyes to see
cloudless skies,
serenity ahead,
gentle waves.
i cherish
the serendipity
of meeting
my star,
my light,
my guide.
#poetry
for those who filled
this leaky heart of mine
with love,
with praise,
with starlight.
seen and adored,
felt and held,
closed my eyes to see
cloudless skies,
serenity ahead,
gentle waves.
i cherish
the serendipity
of meeting
my star,
my light,
my guide.
#poetry
June 19, 2025 at 9:05 AM
thank you
for those who filled
this leaky heart of mine
with love,
with praise,
with starlight.
seen and adored,
felt and held,
closed my eyes to see
cloudless skies,
serenity ahead,
gentle waves.
i cherish
the serendipity
of meeting
my star,
my light,
my guide.
#poetry
for those who filled
this leaky heart of mine
with love,
with praise,
with starlight.
seen and adored,
felt and held,
closed my eyes to see
cloudless skies,
serenity ahead,
gentle waves.
i cherish
the serendipity
of meeting
my star,
my light,
my guide.
#poetry
little black clouds,
they drift
in and out overhead.
i always carry an umbrella,
in case of the downpour,
‘cuz it rains
when you’ve got a leaky roof,
mine has a gaping hole.
(1/2)
they drift
in and out overhead.
i always carry an umbrella,
in case of the downpour,
‘cuz it rains
when you’ve got a leaky roof,
mine has a gaping hole.
(1/2)
June 18, 2025 at 1:38 AM
little black clouds,
they drift
in and out overhead.
i always carry an umbrella,
in case of the downpour,
‘cuz it rains
when you’ve got a leaky roof,
mine has a gaping hole.
(1/2)
they drift
in and out overhead.
i always carry an umbrella,
in case of the downpour,
‘cuz it rains
when you’ve got a leaky roof,
mine has a gaping hole.
(1/2)
overdraft
net negative
flashing red
withdraw feels
more appealing than
reaching,
pouring,
caring.
mirages,
fleeting dreams—
cracked,
broken.
time for
self-preservation.
#poetry
net negative
flashing red
withdraw feels
more appealing than
reaching,
pouring,
caring.
mirages,
fleeting dreams—
cracked,
broken.
time for
self-preservation.
#poetry
June 16, 2025 at 4:48 AM
overdraft
net negative
flashing red
withdraw feels
more appealing than
reaching,
pouring,
caring.
mirages,
fleeting dreams—
cracked,
broken.
time for
self-preservation.
#poetry
net negative
flashing red
withdraw feels
more appealing than
reaching,
pouring,
caring.
mirages,
fleeting dreams—
cracked,
broken.
time for
self-preservation.
#poetry
tomato variants:
Sungold,
Cherokee Purple,
Early Girl.
Then the naming gets creative—
Bloody Butcher,
Queen of Hearts,
Arkansas Traveler.
Mortgage Lifters?
not in this economy.
#poetry
Sungold,
Cherokee Purple,
Early Girl.
Then the naming gets creative—
Bloody Butcher,
Queen of Hearts,
Arkansas Traveler.
Mortgage Lifters?
not in this economy.
#poetry
June 14, 2025 at 9:44 PM
tomato variants:
Sungold,
Cherokee Purple,
Early Girl.
Then the naming gets creative—
Bloody Butcher,
Queen of Hearts,
Arkansas Traveler.
Mortgage Lifters?
not in this economy.
#poetry
Sungold,
Cherokee Purple,
Early Girl.
Then the naming gets creative—
Bloody Butcher,
Queen of Hearts,
Arkansas Traveler.
Mortgage Lifters?
not in this economy.
#poetry
it is best
not to believe in
fables,
fairy tales,
myths—
for they hide the
nightmares,
betrayals,
red herrings,
where love fades,
mundane festers,
cows were traded for
non-magic beans.
#poetry
not to believe in
fables,
fairy tales,
myths—
for they hide the
nightmares,
betrayals,
red herrings,
where love fades,
mundane festers,
cows were traded for
non-magic beans.
#poetry
June 13, 2025 at 4:30 AM
it is best
not to believe in
fables,
fairy tales,
myths—
for they hide the
nightmares,
betrayals,
red herrings,
where love fades,
mundane festers,
cows were traded for
non-magic beans.
#poetry
not to believe in
fables,
fairy tales,
myths—
for they hide the
nightmares,
betrayals,
red herrings,
where love fades,
mundane festers,
cows were traded for
non-magic beans.
#poetry
strawberry moon,
sweet wish,
written over lines,
practiced songs,
firefly dreams.
maybe happy endings—
hope you’ll like it,
not disappointed,
across the parallel universe.
#poetry
sweet wish,
written over lines,
practiced songs,
firefly dreams.
maybe happy endings—
hope you’ll like it,
not disappointed,
across the parallel universe.
#poetry
June 11, 2025 at 6:36 PM
strawberry moon,
sweet wish,
written over lines,
practiced songs,
firefly dreams.
maybe happy endings—
hope you’ll like it,
not disappointed,
across the parallel universe.
#poetry
sweet wish,
written over lines,
practiced songs,
firefly dreams.
maybe happy endings—
hope you’ll like it,
not disappointed,
across the parallel universe.
#poetry
I committed to
daily offerings,
cuts,
seven hundred so far.
untamed thoughts as inkwells,
unrefined.
words with no margins
seeped into coarse fibers—
callow, unkempt,
derailed lines.
#poetry
daily offerings,
cuts,
seven hundred so far.
untamed thoughts as inkwells,
unrefined.
words with no margins
seeped into coarse fibers—
callow, unkempt,
derailed lines.
#poetry
June 11, 2025 at 12:36 AM
I committed to
daily offerings,
cuts,
seven hundred so far.
untamed thoughts as inkwells,
unrefined.
words with no margins
seeped into coarse fibers—
callow, unkempt,
derailed lines.
#poetry
daily offerings,
cuts,
seven hundred so far.
untamed thoughts as inkwells,
unrefined.
words with no margins
seeped into coarse fibers—
callow, unkempt,
derailed lines.
#poetry
I imagine
sunny skies,
tree-lined streets,
old buildings
with history.
every song,
a hidden message
sent by undercurrents.
maybe they’d reached you
soft wind,
gentle reminders,
I miss you.
#poetry
sunny skies,
tree-lined streets,
old buildings
with history.
every song,
a hidden message
sent by undercurrents.
maybe they’d reached you
soft wind,
gentle reminders,
I miss you.
#poetry
June 9, 2025 at 9:36 PM
I imagine
sunny skies,
tree-lined streets,
old buildings
with history.
every song,
a hidden message
sent by undercurrents.
maybe they’d reached you
soft wind,
gentle reminders,
I miss you.
#poetry
sunny skies,
tree-lined streets,
old buildings
with history.
every song,
a hidden message
sent by undercurrents.
maybe they’d reached you
soft wind,
gentle reminders,
I miss you.
#poetry
these floaters
I’ve erased
for so long
respawning
against the blue sky
and merciless sun
never gone
like intrusive thoughts
on the happiest days
#poetry
I’ve erased
for so long
respawning
against the blue sky
and merciless sun
never gone
like intrusive thoughts
on the happiest days
#poetry
June 8, 2025 at 7:15 PM
these floaters
I’ve erased
for so long
respawning
against the blue sky
and merciless sun
never gone
like intrusive thoughts
on the happiest days
#poetry
I’ve erased
for so long
respawning
against the blue sky
and merciless sun
never gone
like intrusive thoughts
on the happiest days
#poetry
Nobody wants to love a poet
who flails at the line,
the incomplete rhythms,
the metaphor too obscure,
off the beaten path.
fragmented pacing,
immature with style,
meters not fully formed,
rhymes off kilter.
without the
aesthetic profile pics.
loyal cult followings.
best sellers.
(1/2)
who flails at the line,
the incomplete rhythms,
the metaphor too obscure,
off the beaten path.
fragmented pacing,
immature with style,
meters not fully formed,
rhymes off kilter.
without the
aesthetic profile pics.
loyal cult followings.
best sellers.
(1/2)
June 7, 2025 at 7:48 PM
Nobody wants to love a poet
who flails at the line,
the incomplete rhythms,
the metaphor too obscure,
off the beaten path.
fragmented pacing,
immature with style,
meters not fully formed,
rhymes off kilter.
without the
aesthetic profile pics.
loyal cult followings.
best sellers.
(1/2)
who flails at the line,
the incomplete rhythms,
the metaphor too obscure,
off the beaten path.
fragmented pacing,
immature with style,
meters not fully formed,
rhymes off kilter.
without the
aesthetic profile pics.
loyal cult followings.
best sellers.
(1/2)
Reposted by Peony
June 6, 2025 at 6:03 PM