Erin
@shadow-archer.bsky.social
Yep I'm here. Tiktok is dead and meta is crap so...yep. oh also write poetry.
And sometimes I bake really tasty bread
November 17, 2025 at 6:43 PM
And sometimes I bake really tasty bread
Reposted by Erin
Wishlist? 👉👈
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Tailside: Cozy Cafe Sim on Steam
Run your own cozy café in Tailside! Brew coffee, decorate your café, and follow small stories in the daily newspaper. Progress through days and levels to unlock new items, skills, villagers, and creat...
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October 15, 2025 at 5:58 PM
Wishlist? 👉👈
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Sometimes joy is a pink duck cup that lights up
April 3, 2025 at 6:53 PM
Sometimes joy is a pink duck cup that lights up
And sometimes I garden
March 12, 2025 at 12:24 AM
And sometimes I garden
And more pretty cakes!
February 27, 2025 at 4:24 PM
And more pretty cakes!
Sonnet 18 remained
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Or shall I seek in thee aspects of spring?
Rough tempest doth shake when uttering They,
A Wintery delight in Identity.
Sometimes too close the eyes of others peered,
And often is delight in shadow dimm'd.
🧵
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Or shall I seek in thee aspects of spring?
Rough tempest doth shake when uttering They,
A Wintery delight in Identity.
Sometimes too close the eyes of others peered,
And often is delight in shadow dimm'd.
🧵
February 24, 2025 at 4:01 PM
Sonnet 18 remained
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Or shall I seek in thee aspects of spring?
Rough tempest doth shake when uttering They,
A Wintery delight in Identity.
Sometimes too close the eyes of others peered,
And often is delight in shadow dimm'd.
🧵
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Or shall I seek in thee aspects of spring?
Rough tempest doth shake when uttering They,
A Wintery delight in Identity.
Sometimes too close the eyes of others peered,
And often is delight in shadow dimm'd.
🧵
Sometime i make snow ice cream with the kiddos
February 19, 2025 at 8:52 PM
Sometime i make snow ice cream with the kiddos
sometimes I make pretty cakes
February 18, 2025 at 4:31 PM
sometimes I make pretty cakes
Reposted by Erin
We need Pete Buttigieg as a clear messenger, more than ever.
February 17, 2025 at 4:05 PM
We need Pete Buttigieg as a clear messenger, more than ever.
I am only one voice,
Among the roar of people.
Who am I to elicit change?
Get up today? The same tomorrow.
Laundry and then? More tomorrow.
Why bother with the little things?
When youtube beckons,
An infinity of happy gifs?
Facebook shows me what I'm not.
🧵
Among the roar of people.
Who am I to elicit change?
Get up today? The same tomorrow.
Laundry and then? More tomorrow.
Why bother with the little things?
When youtube beckons,
An infinity of happy gifs?
Facebook shows me what I'm not.
🧵
February 11, 2025 at 9:55 PM
I am only one voice,
Among the roar of people.
Who am I to elicit change?
Get up today? The same tomorrow.
Laundry and then? More tomorrow.
Why bother with the little things?
When youtube beckons,
An infinity of happy gifs?
Facebook shows me what I'm not.
🧵
Among the roar of people.
Who am I to elicit change?
Get up today? The same tomorrow.
Laundry and then? More tomorrow.
Why bother with the little things?
When youtube beckons,
An infinity of happy gifs?
Facebook shows me what I'm not.
🧵
Why do we reach out to the fire,
Why sear soul deep desire
Why stretch out my hand to burn
And find the fire doesn't notice?
Why sear soul deep desire
Why stretch out my hand to burn
And find the fire doesn't notice?
February 8, 2025 at 12:31 PM
Why do we reach out to the fire,
Why sear soul deep desire
Why stretch out my hand to burn
And find the fire doesn't notice?
Why sear soul deep desire
Why stretch out my hand to burn
And find the fire doesn't notice?
* I wrote this in 2017*
Unprecedented
the word makes me viscerally react
That's supposed to mean I'm polarized
Or easily triggered
As if it's not a word tied to all kinds of trauma
once in a century floods
that happened back to back
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Unprecedented
the word makes me viscerally react
That's supposed to mean I'm polarized
Or easily triggered
As if it's not a word tied to all kinds of trauma
once in a century floods
that happened back to back
🧵
February 7, 2025 at 1:09 PM
* I wrote this in 2017*
Unprecedented
the word makes me viscerally react
That's supposed to mean I'm polarized
Or easily triggered
As if it's not a word tied to all kinds of trauma
once in a century floods
that happened back to back
🧵
Unprecedented
the word makes me viscerally react
That's supposed to mean I'm polarized
Or easily triggered
As if it's not a word tied to all kinds of trauma
once in a century floods
that happened back to back
🧵
I am only one voice,
Among the roar of people.
Who am I to elicit change?
Get up today? The same tomorrow.
Laundry and then? More tomorrow.
Why bother with the little things?
When youtube beckons,
An infinity of happy gifs?
Facebook shows me what I'm not.
🧵
Among the roar of people.
Who am I to elicit change?
Get up today? The same tomorrow.
Laundry and then? More tomorrow.
Why bother with the little things?
When youtube beckons,
An infinity of happy gifs?
Facebook shows me what I'm not.
🧵
February 6, 2025 at 8:56 PM
I am only one voice,
Among the roar of people.
Who am I to elicit change?
Get up today? The same tomorrow.
Laundry and then? More tomorrow.
Why bother with the little things?
When youtube beckons,
An infinity of happy gifs?
Facebook shows me what I'm not.
🧵
Among the roar of people.
Who am I to elicit change?
Get up today? The same tomorrow.
Laundry and then? More tomorrow.
Why bother with the little things?
When youtube beckons,
An infinity of happy gifs?
Facebook shows me what I'm not.
🧵
Is it ever enough?
This hole keeps begging
For more to keep pouring in.
More love, more touch
More words - never enough.
A black hole swallowing.
Even sunlight gives too little.
The words that whisper;
That tiny voice inside my head.
🧵
This hole keeps begging
For more to keep pouring in.
More love, more touch
More words - never enough.
A black hole swallowing.
Even sunlight gives too little.
The words that whisper;
That tiny voice inside my head.
🧵
February 5, 2025 at 5:19 PM
Is it ever enough?
This hole keeps begging
For more to keep pouring in.
More love, more touch
More words - never enough.
A black hole swallowing.
Even sunlight gives too little.
The words that whisper;
That tiny voice inside my head.
🧵
This hole keeps begging
For more to keep pouring in.
More love, more touch
More words - never enough.
A black hole swallowing.
Even sunlight gives too little.
The words that whisper;
That tiny voice inside my head.
🧵
And sometimes I bake bread
February 4, 2025 at 6:32 PM
And sometimes I bake bread
Witches and fairies and maybe old gods
The librarian laughs, hands me some books
Try these few, these ends and these odds
And tell me which adventures you took
Bag overflowing with pages of glory
And witches with spells out in the woods
Racing home to devour each new story
🧵
The librarian laughs, hands me some books
Try these few, these ends and these odds
And tell me which adventures you took
Bag overflowing with pages of glory
And witches with spells out in the woods
Racing home to devour each new story
🧵
February 4, 2025 at 4:46 PM
Witches and fairies and maybe old gods
The librarian laughs, hands me some books
Try these few, these ends and these odds
And tell me which adventures you took
Bag overflowing with pages of glory
And witches with spells out in the woods
Racing home to devour each new story
🧵
The librarian laughs, hands me some books
Try these few, these ends and these odds
And tell me which adventures you took
Bag overflowing with pages of glory
And witches with spells out in the woods
Racing home to devour each new story
🧵
No lies in shadows black
Nor storm or wine dark sea
no truths in dappled sun light
'neath the forrest trees
From your lips these lies they fall
You're the only one for me
Like honeyed drops to consume
You're reckless and care free
Nor storm or wine dark sea
no truths in dappled sun light
'neath the forrest trees
From your lips these lies they fall
You're the only one for me
Like honeyed drops to consume
You're reckless and care free
February 2, 2025 at 3:48 AM
No lies in shadows black
Nor storm or wine dark sea
no truths in dappled sun light
'neath the forrest trees
From your lips these lies they fall
You're the only one for me
Like honeyed drops to consume
You're reckless and care free
Nor storm or wine dark sea
no truths in dappled sun light
'neath the forrest trees
From your lips these lies they fall
You're the only one for me
Like honeyed drops to consume
You're reckless and care free
I am not fucking fragile
I will not fucking break
I may take a knee
May bend and bow
From all the stress and weight
But I am not fucking fragile
I do not not fucking break
I will not fucking break
I may take a knee
May bend and bow
From all the stress and weight
But I am not fucking fragile
I do not not fucking break
February 1, 2025 at 2:35 AM
I am not fucking fragile
I will not fucking break
I may take a knee
May bend and bow
From all the stress and weight
But I am not fucking fragile
I do not not fucking break
I will not fucking break
I may take a knee
May bend and bow
From all the stress and weight
But I am not fucking fragile
I do not not fucking break
Reposted by Erin
Tomorrow I’m gonna force myself to my feet
I’ll wipe the mud from my face
I’ll spit blood in their eye
I’ll stand up
again
and again
and again
But today I’m gonna lay in the dirt a second longer
and despair
for what’s to come
and the people
who will fall forever
I’ll wipe the mud from my face
I’ll spit blood in their eye
I’ll stand up
again
and again
and again
But today I’m gonna lay in the dirt a second longer
and despair
for what’s to come
and the people
who will fall forever
January 29, 2025 at 12:12 AM
Tomorrow I’m gonna force myself to my feet
I’ll wipe the mud from my face
I’ll spit blood in their eye
I’ll stand up
again
and again
and again
But today I’m gonna lay in the dirt a second longer
and despair
for what’s to come
and the people
who will fall forever
I’ll wipe the mud from my face
I’ll spit blood in their eye
I’ll stand up
again
and again
and again
But today I’m gonna lay in the dirt a second longer
and despair
for what’s to come
and the people
who will fall forever
Just doing my civic duty,
Igniting a social flame.
Have you heard the latest gossip?
Have you seen the latest slain?
Let's march upon the politicians,
And burn their buildings down.
🧵
Igniting a social flame.
Have you heard the latest gossip?
Have you seen the latest slain?
Let's march upon the politicians,
And burn their buildings down.
🧵
January 28, 2025 at 2:01 PM
Just doing my civic duty,
Igniting a social flame.
Have you heard the latest gossip?
Have you seen the latest slain?
Let's march upon the politicians,
And burn their buildings down.
🧵
Igniting a social flame.
Have you heard the latest gossip?
Have you seen the latest slain?
Let's march upon the politicians,
And burn their buildings down.
🧵
The daily grind
sometimes the daily grief
always just barely on time
the setup is brief
5:00 a.m. wake up call
lights shine in tired eyes
zombie shamble down the hall
can you feel those ties that bind
Let's go get this bread
🧵
sometimes the daily grief
always just barely on time
the setup is brief
5:00 a.m. wake up call
lights shine in tired eyes
zombie shamble down the hall
can you feel those ties that bind
Let's go get this bread
🧵
January 26, 2025 at 6:37 PM
The daily grind
sometimes the daily grief
always just barely on time
the setup is brief
5:00 a.m. wake up call
lights shine in tired eyes
zombie shamble down the hall
can you feel those ties that bind
Let's go get this bread
🧵
sometimes the daily grief
always just barely on time
the setup is brief
5:00 a.m. wake up call
lights shine in tired eyes
zombie shamble down the hall
can you feel those ties that bind
Let's go get this bread
🧵
Once upon a mid-afternoon while I wandered around the room
Among many a skein and ball of yarn forgotten upon my floor
While I wandered nearly tripping suddenly there came a dripping
As if rain drops were gently tapping, tapping along my floor
🧵1
Among many a skein and ball of yarn forgotten upon my floor
While I wandered nearly tripping suddenly there came a dripping
As if rain drops were gently tapping, tapping along my floor
🧵1
January 25, 2025 at 8:10 PM
Once upon a mid-afternoon while I wandered around the room
Among many a skein and ball of yarn forgotten upon my floor
While I wandered nearly tripping suddenly there came a dripping
As if rain drops were gently tapping, tapping along my floor
🧵1
Among many a skein and ball of yarn forgotten upon my floor
While I wandered nearly tripping suddenly there came a dripping
As if rain drops were gently tapping, tapping along my floor
🧵1
Lyrical flows
Like honey and dust
Empirical foes
Like copper and rust
Where one is an answer
The other a question
In flow like a dancer
Or stopped like a stanchion
Words roll off the tongue
Like tear drops and bile
Like the weight of the Sun
In the river denial
🧵1
Like honey and dust
Empirical foes
Like copper and rust
Where one is an answer
The other a question
In flow like a dancer
Or stopped like a stanchion
Words roll off the tongue
Like tear drops and bile
Like the weight of the Sun
In the river denial
🧵1
January 24, 2025 at 12:06 PM
Lyrical flows
Like honey and dust
Empirical foes
Like copper and rust
Where one is an answer
The other a question
In flow like a dancer
Or stopped like a stanchion
Words roll off the tongue
Like tear drops and bile
Like the weight of the Sun
In the river denial
🧵1
Like honey and dust
Empirical foes
Like copper and rust
Where one is an answer
The other a question
In flow like a dancer
Or stopped like a stanchion
Words roll off the tongue
Like tear drops and bile
Like the weight of the Sun
In the river denial
🧵1
Hubris is the gateway
to enter a mortals soul.
Starting with the tiny steps
Of little useless goals.
Little trophies,
That say each brat is the best.
🧵1
to enter a mortals soul.
Starting with the tiny steps
Of little useless goals.
Little trophies,
That say each brat is the best.
🧵1
January 23, 2025 at 6:49 PM
Hubris is the gateway
to enter a mortals soul.
Starting with the tiny steps
Of little useless goals.
Little trophies,
That say each brat is the best.
🧵1
to enter a mortals soul.
Starting with the tiny steps
Of little useless goals.
Little trophies,
That say each brat is the best.
🧵1
I want to get new mud on my shoes
And new scents in my nose
I want to find new roads to see
New sand squished between my toes
I want to stare up at new trees and new skies
To stand on new mountain tops
And sit beside new camp fires on my knees
I want to find new dry deserts and new seas
🧵1
And new scents in my nose
I want to find new roads to see
New sand squished between my toes
I want to stare up at new trees and new skies
To stand on new mountain tops
And sit beside new camp fires on my knees
I want to find new dry deserts and new seas
🧵1
January 22, 2025 at 2:29 PM
I want to get new mud on my shoes
And new scents in my nose
I want to find new roads to see
New sand squished between my toes
I want to stare up at new trees and new skies
To stand on new mountain tops
And sit beside new camp fires on my knees
I want to find new dry deserts and new seas
🧵1
And new scents in my nose
I want to find new roads to see
New sand squished between my toes
I want to stare up at new trees and new skies
To stand on new mountain tops
And sit beside new camp fires on my knees
I want to find new dry deserts and new seas
🧵1