Shae Heyer
@shaeheyer.bsky.social
Aspiring author & artist - writer of poetry, haikus, and paranormal/urban fantasy fiction.
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Shae Heyer
@shaeheyer.bsky.social
· Nov 12
Always. More processing time. You do not want to put me on the spot. 😄
I could have warned you
about the urge to destroy
all memoriam before
wasting your effort.
Alas, why else rip pages
from a sketchpad just
to place in your hand?
So I could refocus upon
a diary of artwork
from which I erased you.
Until it occurred to me
how unforgettable you are.
about the urge to destroy
all memoriam before
wasting your effort.
Alas, why else rip pages
from a sketchpad just
to place in your hand?
So I could refocus upon
a diary of artwork
from which I erased you.
Until it occurred to me
how unforgettable you are.
January 28, 2025 at 2:55 AM
I could have warned you
about the urge to destroy
all memoriam before
wasting your effort.
Alas, why else rip pages
from a sketchpad just
to place in your hand?
So I could refocus upon
a diary of artwork
from which I erased you.
Until it occurred to me
how unforgettable you are.
about the urge to destroy
all memoriam before
wasting your effort.
Alas, why else rip pages
from a sketchpad just
to place in your hand?
So I could refocus upon
a diary of artwork
from which I erased you.
Until it occurred to me
how unforgettable you are.
She was a sight to behold.
#Congealed tears
in blackened streaks
trailed down her face.
Her sobs were not
for whom she mourned,
but an angry cry of shame.
She had never given
anyone that much power
over her before, and,
she never would again.
#vss365
#Congealed tears
in blackened streaks
trailed down her face.
Her sobs were not
for whom she mourned,
but an angry cry of shame.
She had never given
anyone that much power
over her before, and,
she never would again.
#vss365
January 27, 2025 at 5:25 PM
She was a sight to behold.
#Congealed tears
in blackened streaks
trailed down her face.
Her sobs were not
for whom she mourned,
but an angry cry of shame.
She had never given
anyone that much power
over her before, and,
she never would again.
#vss365
#Congealed tears
in blackened streaks
trailed down her face.
Her sobs were not
for whom she mourned,
but an angry cry of shame.
She had never given
anyone that much power
over her before, and,
she never would again.
#vss365
Reposted by Shae Heyer
Fear drowns what could have bloomed
January 27, 2025 at 2:05 AM
Fear drowns what could have bloomed
I don't appreciate
the attention I attract
from "nice guys"
who can't contain
their lustful minds;
wandering eyes
#fawning over me.
So, I attempt to avoid
their #unctuous gazes
and #galumph past,
like a baby elephant,
with no concern for
the jackals eyeing me.
#vss365 (incl'd the 2 words missed)
the attention I attract
from "nice guys"
who can't contain
their lustful minds;
wandering eyes
#fawning over me.
So, I attempt to avoid
their #unctuous gazes
and #galumph past,
like a baby elephant,
with no concern for
the jackals eyeing me.
#vss365 (incl'd the 2 words missed)
January 25, 2025 at 5:04 PM
The path to love
is never easy.
It has ups & downs,
it zigs one way
& zags another.
It doubles back,
#crisscrossing,
jumping back & forth,
skips in place
& loops around to
spin you dizzy,
just to send you back
to the beginning.
Love is hardly linear,
but it finds a way.
#vss365
is never easy.
It has ups & downs,
it zigs one way
& zags another.
It doubles back,
#crisscrossing,
jumping back & forth,
skips in place
& loops around to
spin you dizzy,
just to send you back
to the beginning.
Love is hardly linear,
but it finds a way.
#vss365
January 20, 2025 at 2:48 PM
The path to love
is never easy.
It has ups & downs,
it zigs one way
& zags another.
It doubles back,
#crisscrossing,
jumping back & forth,
skips in place
& loops around to
spin you dizzy,
just to send you back
to the beginning.
Love is hardly linear,
but it finds a way.
#vss365
is never easy.
It has ups & downs,
it zigs one way
& zags another.
It doubles back,
#crisscrossing,
jumping back & forth,
skips in place
& loops around to
spin you dizzy,
just to send you back
to the beginning.
Love is hardly linear,
but it finds a way.
#vss365
In a quest to understand you,
I discover my own masked traits
and thus, down I go...
down the #Rabbit-Hole.
This could take a while.
Clarity emerges with knowledge.
Such similar souls we host;
too bad ego gets in the way.
I would not know myself
if you did not exist.
#vss365
I discover my own masked traits
and thus, down I go...
down the #Rabbit-Hole.
This could take a while.
Clarity emerges with knowledge.
Such similar souls we host;
too bad ego gets in the way.
I would not know myself
if you did not exist.
#vss365
January 19, 2025 at 12:34 AM
In a quest to understand you,
I discover my own masked traits
and thus, down I go...
down the #Rabbit-Hole.
This could take a while.
Clarity emerges with knowledge.
Such similar souls we host;
too bad ego gets in the way.
I would not know myself
if you did not exist.
#vss365
I discover my own masked traits
and thus, down I go...
down the #Rabbit-Hole.
This could take a while.
Clarity emerges with knowledge.
Such similar souls we host;
too bad ego gets in the way.
I would not know myself
if you did not exist.
#vss365
I know you prefer
I #cloak my feelings.
You don't want to hear
uncomfortable truths
about someone you
think you know.
I wish I had the luxury,
an option to turn a blind eye,
though my sense of justice
would not allow it.
I could never minimize
a woman for a man
that denies her existance.
#vss365
I #cloak my feelings.
You don't want to hear
uncomfortable truths
about someone you
think you know.
I wish I had the luxury,
an option to turn a blind eye,
though my sense of justice
would not allow it.
I could never minimize
a woman for a man
that denies her existance.
#vss365
January 17, 2025 at 8:48 PM
Reposted by Shae Heyer
Art is what helps us through every other fucking thing.
January 16, 2025 at 10:24 PM
Art is what helps us through every other fucking thing.
Spectators see
a vibrant garden
and lush roses.
But I see the effort
made to maintain it.
No one notices
you've allowed
green, thorny walls
to grow around you,
that you are lost
in a #labrynth of
your own design.
Find a way to love
before freezing
to death in there.
#vss365
(forgot to do yesterday)
a vibrant garden
and lush roses.
But I see the effort
made to maintain it.
No one notices
you've allowed
green, thorny walls
to grow around you,
that you are lost
in a #labrynth of
your own design.
Find a way to love
before freezing
to death in there.
#vss365
(forgot to do yesterday)
January 16, 2025 at 12:28 PM
Do not dare call yourself a "feminist"
when you #ice women out
for getting too close.
Respect is not
calling us "little bitches"
for setting boundaries
or calling out other men,
as if you are better.
You are just more of the same,
another fraudulent fuck boy.
Don't pretend to be different.
#vss365
when you #ice women out
for getting too close.
Respect is not
calling us "little bitches"
for setting boundaries
or calling out other men,
as if you are better.
You are just more of the same,
another fraudulent fuck boy.
Don't pretend to be different.
#vss365
January 13, 2025 at 6:48 PM
As the #dust settles,
I can only assume
where I failed -
how I overstepped;
when I overwhelmed.
I can only guess
how you felt -
why you side-stepped
when you underwhelmed.
But with spectral minds
we miss social cues,
and deductive reasoning
is so much harder
without communication.
#vss365
I can only assume
where I failed -
how I overstepped;
when I overwhelmed.
I can only guess
how you felt -
why you side-stepped
when you underwhelmed.
But with spectral minds
we miss social cues,
and deductive reasoning
is so much harder
without communication.
#vss365
January 12, 2025 at 1:40 PM
#Quit virtue signaling.
You're not a feminist.
You don't value friendship.
And you're not the meek,
compassionate soul
you try to portray.
You are a coward.
A scared, weak man
hiding behind a
security blanket of
cute critters and
neon colors.
You wouldn't know
what love was,
if it bit you.
#vss365
You're not a feminist.
You don't value friendship.
And you're not the meek,
compassionate soul
you try to portray.
You are a coward.
A scared, weak man
hiding behind a
security blanket of
cute critters and
neon colors.
You wouldn't know
what love was,
if it bit you.
#vss365
January 11, 2025 at 5:53 PM