Unauthorized Poet
@unauthorizedpoet.bsky.social
Poems that no one gave me permission to write. #poetry #poems #poets
Rest
It is night
I put on my sleep mask
And can still feel the tears
From this morning
They soaked into the fabric
And now the coolness rests
Against my closed eyelids
As I try to fall asleep
#poetry #bskypoetry #blueskypoetry
It is night
I put on my sleep mask
And can still feel the tears
From this morning
They soaked into the fabric
And now the coolness rests
Against my closed eyelids
As I try to fall asleep
#poetry #bskypoetry #blueskypoetry
November 11, 2025 at 1:53 AM
Rest
It is night
I put on my sleep mask
And can still feel the tears
From this morning
They soaked into the fabric
And now the coolness rests
Against my closed eyelids
As I try to fall asleep
#poetry #bskypoetry #blueskypoetry
It is night
I put on my sleep mask
And can still feel the tears
From this morning
They soaked into the fabric
And now the coolness rests
Against my closed eyelids
As I try to fall asleep
#poetry #bskypoetry #blueskypoetry
Alienation
“I want to go home”
I think to myself
As I lie in my bed
At home
Feeling like an alien
On the empty set of a TV show
I don’t know
What home would look like
But this
Is not it
#poetry #poem #PoetsOfBluesky #PoetryOfBluesky
“I want to go home”
I think to myself
As I lie in my bed
At home
Feeling like an alien
On the empty set of a TV show
I don’t know
What home would look like
But this
Is not it
#poetry #poem #PoetsOfBluesky #PoetryOfBluesky
September 19, 2025 at 6:39 PM
Alienation
“I want to go home”
I think to myself
As I lie in my bed
At home
Feeling like an alien
On the empty set of a TV show
I don’t know
What home would look like
But this
Is not it
#poetry #poem #PoetsOfBluesky #PoetryOfBluesky
“I want to go home”
I think to myself
As I lie in my bed
At home
Feeling like an alien
On the empty set of a TV show
I don’t know
What home would look like
But this
Is not it
#poetry #poem #PoetsOfBluesky #PoetryOfBluesky
Strangers
Two times this year
Strangers have told me my life
The first,
A perceptive doctor
In a locked unit
The second,
An observant researcher
In a spacious hotel conference room
Two times this year
Strangers have told me my life
The first,
A perceptive doctor
In a locked unit
The second,
An observant researcher
In a spacious hotel conference room
September 19, 2025 at 6:01 PM
Strangers
Two times this year
Strangers have told me my life
The first,
A perceptive doctor
In a locked unit
The second,
An observant researcher
In a spacious hotel conference room
Two times this year
Strangers have told me my life
The first,
A perceptive doctor
In a locked unit
The second,
An observant researcher
In a spacious hotel conference room
Has-Been
The United States of America
Is the guy who peaked in high school
(World War II)
And who can’t stop talking about
The time he made the winning touchdown
(Killed hundreds of thousands
Of Japanese civilians)
To win the big game senior year.
The United States of America
Is the guy who peaked in high school
(World War II)
And who can’t stop talking about
The time he made the winning touchdown
(Killed hundreds of thousands
Of Japanese civilians)
To win the big game senior year.
September 19, 2025 at 5:45 PM
Has-Been
The United States of America
Is the guy who peaked in high school
(World War II)
And who can’t stop talking about
The time he made the winning touchdown
(Killed hundreds of thousands
Of Japanese civilians)
To win the big game senior year.
The United States of America
Is the guy who peaked in high school
(World War II)
And who can’t stop talking about
The time he made the winning touchdown
(Killed hundreds of thousands
Of Japanese civilians)
To win the big game senior year.
A Question
If Charlie Kirk
Hadn’t been white
Do you really believe
The powerful would care?
#poetry #poems #charliekirk #poetryofbsky #poetsofbsky
If Charlie Kirk
Hadn’t been white
Do you really believe
The powerful would care?
#poetry #poems #charliekirk #poetryofbsky #poetsofbsky
September 19, 2025 at 5:34 PM
A Question
If Charlie Kirk
Hadn’t been white
Do you really believe
The powerful would care?
#poetry #poems #charliekirk #poetryofbsky #poetsofbsky
If Charlie Kirk
Hadn’t been white
Do you really believe
The powerful would care?
#poetry #poems #charliekirk #poetryofbsky #poetsofbsky
All I Can Do
Ever since I rode a rented bicycle
Through sun-speckled Vienna
Two decades ago
I have wanted to move back there
To the happiest period of my life
Last night, I finally looked up
How to move to Austria
And be near the sparkling Danube
Not sure why it took me this long
Ever since I rode a rented bicycle
Through sun-speckled Vienna
Two decades ago
I have wanted to move back there
To the happiest period of my life
Last night, I finally looked up
How to move to Austria
And be near the sparkling Danube
Not sure why it took me this long
August 7, 2025 at 12:24 AM
All I Can Do
Ever since I rode a rented bicycle
Through sun-speckled Vienna
Two decades ago
I have wanted to move back there
To the happiest period of my life
Last night, I finally looked up
How to move to Austria
And be near the sparkling Danube
Not sure why it took me this long
Ever since I rode a rented bicycle
Through sun-speckled Vienna
Two decades ago
I have wanted to move back there
To the happiest period of my life
Last night, I finally looked up
How to move to Austria
And be near the sparkling Danube
Not sure why it took me this long
The Great American Salad
My country is not a melting pot
It is a salad
With spinach, iceberg lettuce, walnuts,
Cherry tomatoes, dried cherries,
Blue cheese crumbles, dressing
And whatever else came from the fridge
Making its way into this huge salad bowl
My country is not a melting pot
It is a salad
With spinach, iceberg lettuce, walnuts,
Cherry tomatoes, dried cherries,
Blue cheese crumbles, dressing
And whatever else came from the fridge
Making its way into this huge salad bowl
August 6, 2025 at 5:42 PM
The Great American Salad
My country is not a melting pot
It is a salad
With spinach, iceberg lettuce, walnuts,
Cherry tomatoes, dried cherries,
Blue cheese crumbles, dressing
And whatever else came from the fridge
Making its way into this huge salad bowl
My country is not a melting pot
It is a salad
With spinach, iceberg lettuce, walnuts,
Cherry tomatoes, dried cherries,
Blue cheese crumbles, dressing
And whatever else came from the fridge
Making its way into this huge salad bowl
Fate
She cradles the black stone in her hand
Feeling the weight of it
It’s so smooth
She could almost believe it’s soft
She cradles the black stone in her hand
Feeling the weight of it
It’s so smooth
She could almost believe it’s soft
August 6, 2025 at 5:41 PM
Fate
She cradles the black stone in her hand
Feeling the weight of it
It’s so smooth
She could almost believe it’s soft
She cradles the black stone in her hand
Feeling the weight of it
It’s so smooth
She could almost believe it’s soft
A Secret
No one
In the entire history of Earth
Has ever
Had it all figured out
#poetry #poems #poets #PoetsOfBsky #BlueskyPoetry
No one
In the entire history of Earth
Has ever
Had it all figured out
#poetry #poems #poets #PoetsOfBsky #BlueskyPoetry
August 5, 2025 at 4:46 PM
A Secret
No one
In the entire history of Earth
Has ever
Had it all figured out
#poetry #poems #poets #PoetsOfBsky #BlueskyPoetry
No one
In the entire history of Earth
Has ever
Had it all figured out
#poetry #poems #poets #PoetsOfBsky #BlueskyPoetry
Give Me Only Flawed Poets
A perfect person
Could never be a compelling poet
At least not to an audience of humans
They could write about
The juicy sweetness of a mango
The grassy fragrance of spring
And the comforting softness of a kitten
A perfect person
Could never be a compelling poet
At least not to an audience of humans
They could write about
The juicy sweetness of a mango
The grassy fragrance of spring
And the comforting softness of a kitten
August 4, 2025 at 11:50 PM
Give Me Only Flawed Poets
A perfect person
Could never be a compelling poet
At least not to an audience of humans
They could write about
The juicy sweetness of a mango
The grassy fragrance of spring
And the comforting softness of a kitten
A perfect person
Could never be a compelling poet
At least not to an audience of humans
They could write about
The juicy sweetness of a mango
The grassy fragrance of spring
And the comforting softness of a kitten
Fight the Ogre the First Time
When I was a child
I loved choose-your-own-adventure books
In which, if you ran from the ogre
You turned to page 61
But if you fought the ogre
You turned to page 84
When I was a child
I loved choose-your-own-adventure books
In which, if you ran from the ogre
You turned to page 61
But if you fought the ogre
You turned to page 84
August 4, 2025 at 11:46 PM
Fight the Ogre the First Time
When I was a child
I loved choose-your-own-adventure books
In which, if you ran from the ogre
You turned to page 61
But if you fought the ogre
You turned to page 84
When I was a child
I loved choose-your-own-adventure books
In which, if you ran from the ogre
You turned to page 61
But if you fought the ogre
You turned to page 84
The Liar
Depression
Lies to you
In your own voice
#poetry #poems #BskyPoetry #depression #MentalHealth
Depression
Lies to you
In your own voice
#poetry #poems #BskyPoetry #depression #MentalHealth
August 4, 2025 at 11:41 PM
The Liar
Depression
Lies to you
In your own voice
#poetry #poems #BskyPoetry #depression #MentalHealth
Depression
Lies to you
In your own voice
#poetry #poems #BskyPoetry #depression #MentalHealth
The Darknesses
I’ve been dead
A long time
How long? I asked myself
As I lay awake
In the opaque darkness
My whole life
Since the very first time
Those fingers touched me
The way no one
Should ever touch a child
I’ve been dead
A long time
How long? I asked myself
As I lay awake
In the opaque darkness
My whole life
Since the very first time
Those fingers touched me
The way no one
Should ever touch a child
August 4, 2025 at 11:38 PM
The Darknesses
I’ve been dead
A long time
How long? I asked myself
As I lay awake
In the opaque darkness
My whole life
Since the very first time
Those fingers touched me
The way no one
Should ever touch a child
I’ve been dead
A long time
How long? I asked myself
As I lay awake
In the opaque darkness
My whole life
Since the very first time
Those fingers touched me
The way no one
Should ever touch a child
Patterns
Third grade
Sitting in the corner
Wearing my favorite outfit
The sleeveless teal-and-blue top
With a pattern of pleasing waves
And the matching shorts
But I am weeping
Silently
As always
Trying not to draw
Attention to myself
Third grade
Sitting in the corner
Wearing my favorite outfit
The sleeveless teal-and-blue top
With a pattern of pleasing waves
And the matching shorts
But I am weeping
Silently
As always
Trying not to draw
Attention to myself
August 4, 2025 at 11:33 PM
Patterns
Third grade
Sitting in the corner
Wearing my favorite outfit
The sleeveless teal-and-blue top
With a pattern of pleasing waves
And the matching shorts
But I am weeping
Silently
As always
Trying not to draw
Attention to myself
Third grade
Sitting in the corner
Wearing my favorite outfit
The sleeveless teal-and-blue top
With a pattern of pleasing waves
And the matching shorts
But I am weeping
Silently
As always
Trying not to draw
Attention to myself
It’s My Kettle Anyway
The surgeon greased up my guts
With engine oil
Rearranged my abdomen’s contents
And glued everything back in
So yes
I am a little irritable
When I ask to use the kettle
In the morning
The surgeon greased up my guts
With engine oil
Rearranged my abdomen’s contents
And glued everything back in
So yes
I am a little irritable
When I ask to use the kettle
In the morning
August 4, 2025 at 11:31 PM
It’s My Kettle Anyway
The surgeon greased up my guts
With engine oil
Rearranged my abdomen’s contents
And glued everything back in
So yes
I am a little irritable
When I ask to use the kettle
In the morning
The surgeon greased up my guts
With engine oil
Rearranged my abdomen’s contents
And glued everything back in
So yes
I am a little irritable
When I ask to use the kettle
In the morning
Getaway Driver
Death and I
Have an arrangement
We have agreed
That he will, one day,
Be my getaway driver
Death and I
Have an arrangement
We have agreed
That he will, one day,
Be my getaway driver
August 3, 2025 at 11:18 PM
Getaway Driver
Death and I
Have an arrangement
We have agreed
That he will, one day,
Be my getaway driver
Death and I
Have an arrangement
We have agreed
That he will, one day,
Be my getaway driver
Monsters
In middle school
Our cruelty was only limited
By our imaginations
And the materials at hand
We hated
Red-haired Candice
Because she was hated
That was the extent
Of our reasoning
In middle school
Our cruelty was only limited
By our imaginations
And the materials at hand
We hated
Red-haired Candice
Because she was hated
That was the extent
Of our reasoning
August 3, 2025 at 11:16 PM
Monsters
In middle school
Our cruelty was only limited
By our imaginations
And the materials at hand
We hated
Red-haired Candice
Because she was hated
That was the extent
Of our reasoning
In middle school
Our cruelty was only limited
By our imaginations
And the materials at hand
We hated
Red-haired Candice
Because she was hated
That was the extent
Of our reasoning
The Point
Who am I to pass judgment
Covered with scars that I am
Just because their scars look different
From mine
Who am I to pass judgment
Covered with scars that I am
Just because their scars look different
From mine
August 3, 2025 at 11:14 PM
The Point
Who am I to pass judgment
Covered with scars that I am
Just because their scars look different
From mine
Who am I to pass judgment
Covered with scars that I am
Just because their scars look different
From mine
A Flavorful Cup
Dedicated tea drinkers know
You can steep the same tea leaves
Several times
Which is nice, but
The flavor is less vibrant
With each steeping
Risking the judgment of tea experts
I steep my tea leaves once
And once only
I want the full flavor
Or I’m not interested
Dedicated tea drinkers know
You can steep the same tea leaves
Several times
Which is nice, but
The flavor is less vibrant
With each steeping
Risking the judgment of tea experts
I steep my tea leaves once
And once only
I want the full flavor
Or I’m not interested
July 31, 2025 at 10:06 PM
A Flavorful Cup
Dedicated tea drinkers know
You can steep the same tea leaves
Several times
Which is nice, but
The flavor is less vibrant
With each steeping
Risking the judgment of tea experts
I steep my tea leaves once
And once only
I want the full flavor
Or I’m not interested
Dedicated tea drinkers know
You can steep the same tea leaves
Several times
Which is nice, but
The flavor is less vibrant
With each steeping
Risking the judgment of tea experts
I steep my tea leaves once
And once only
I want the full flavor
Or I’m not interested
To Certain Parents
If they are trans
You don’t want them to realize
That they are trans.
Why?
Because of the Bible?
Because of the Quran?
Because of the book of your choice?
No, not for any moral reason.
If they are trans
You don’t want them to realize
That they are trans.
Why?
Because of the Bible?
Because of the Quran?
Because of the book of your choice?
No, not for any moral reason.
July 31, 2025 at 6:50 PM
To Certain Parents
If they are trans
You don’t want them to realize
That they are trans.
Why?
Because of the Bible?
Because of the Quran?
Because of the book of your choice?
No, not for any moral reason.
If they are trans
You don’t want them to realize
That they are trans.
Why?
Because of the Bible?
Because of the Quran?
Because of the book of your choice?
No, not for any moral reason.
The Rubble of Grief
Grief is a gaping hole
Ripped in the night sky
Its edges hanging down
And flapping dangerously
Grief is a gaping hole
Ripped in the night sky
Its edges hanging down
And flapping dangerously
July 31, 2025 at 5:16 PM
The Rubble of Grief
Grief is a gaping hole
Ripped in the night sky
Its edges hanging down
And flapping dangerously
Grief is a gaping hole
Ripped in the night sky
Its edges hanging down
And flapping dangerously
The Price of Control
I have loved you
For so long
It’s embarrassing
I will never tell you
Unless someone slips something
Into my drink
You happen to be present
And I lose my tightly-wound
Self control
I have loved you
For so long
It’s embarrassing
I will never tell you
Unless someone slips something
Into my drink
You happen to be present
And I lose my tightly-wound
Self control
July 31, 2025 at 3:27 AM
The Price of Control
I have loved you
For so long
It’s embarrassing
I will never tell you
Unless someone slips something
Into my drink
You happen to be present
And I lose my tightly-wound
Self control
I have loved you
For so long
It’s embarrassing
I will never tell you
Unless someone slips something
Into my drink
You happen to be present
And I lose my tightly-wound
Self control
The End of the Road
There are people
Who need you here
Your children
Your lover
Your parents
Your siblings
Even me
Why did you have to be driving
On that exact road
In that exact moment?
Why could it not have been
Just a few minutes earlier
Or later?
There are people
Who need you here
Your children
Your lover
Your parents
Your siblings
Even me
Why did you have to be driving
On that exact road
In that exact moment?
Why could it not have been
Just a few minutes earlier
Or later?
July 30, 2025 at 10:39 PM
The End of the Road
There are people
Who need you here
Your children
Your lover
Your parents
Your siblings
Even me
Why did you have to be driving
On that exact road
In that exact moment?
Why could it not have been
Just a few minutes earlier
Or later?
There are people
Who need you here
Your children
Your lover
Your parents
Your siblings
Even me
Why did you have to be driving
On that exact road
In that exact moment?
Why could it not have been
Just a few minutes earlier
Or later?