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✦ faces of you, is this what we call a "muse"?
talk about hiding your light under a bushel.
November 24, 2025 at 7:23 PM
i have seen others burn with passion that utterly consumes them... i do not believe i have this capacity. and i have come to see that as a weakness.
November 24, 2025 at 6:17 PM
oh, how the mighty fall in love.
November 24, 2025 at 5:17 PM
i have to smile, or the things precious to me will break.
November 24, 2025 at 4:10 PM
even if we seemed to be swallowed by the darkness, and the sunlight of morning fades away, the wishes of that day we hold, they'll still be here, intact.
November 24, 2025 at 3:04 PM
if all-around helper were to have any capacity of emotion, it would likely feel very proud of itself for all the help it provides to others.
November 24, 2025 at 2:00 PM
going through the shelves, picking out my prе-written persona.
November 24, 2025 at 12:54 PM
you’re really missing out on life if you’ve never tried shrimp.
November 24, 2025 at 11:50 AM
when bloodbath has three hands, the safety of the next worker cannot be guaranteed. it seems bloodbath will absorb employees regardless of the work result or virtue levels.
November 24, 2025 at 10:47 AM
olwen, listen to what you're saying! we're family! you're my darling little sister! i couldn't bear to lose you!
November 24, 2025 at 9:42 AM
if our meeting was fated, the tragedy that followed must, too, have been an inevitability... even so, i will never regret my love for her.
November 24, 2025 at 8:37 AM
i'm worse than you think, i am 'evil hunting evil'. someday, i will be hunted as 'evil'.
November 24, 2025 at 7:34 AM
but i made a promise… so i will bring you home safely. no matter what.
November 24, 2025 at 6:27 AM
that's not true! it doesn't matter what happened, father. not even for a moment have i hated you! to me, you've always been one of the kindest men i've ever known!
November 24, 2025 at 5:21 AM
can i be your favorite this time?
November 24, 2025 at 5:21 AM
i won't mourn him. this was always, shall we say... a friendship of convenience.
November 24, 2025 at 4:13 AM
it bears bloodstains as if it were gripped by hands soaked in ever-lasting red. to ease the pain of its victim, its sharp blade can make a clean cut through bone like a hot knife through butter, leaving a wound that will never heal. it will also permanently cut off the will to pursue happiness.
November 24, 2025 at 3:06 AM
you remind me of my friend. isn't that enough for me to wish for your happiness?
November 24, 2025 at 2:02 AM
who keeps you up at night? why don't you tell me why you're afraid to turn off the lights?
November 24, 2025 at 12:59 AM
if you would allow me to express my opinion... someone called a 'mentor', presumably someone in a leadership position, should not maintain such an emotional state for a prolonged period of time. if he has lost his mind as well, then... i suppose he is worthless as a leader of men.
November 23, 2025 at 11:55 PM
even if we seemed to be swallowed by the darkness, and the sunlight of morning fades away, the wishes of that day we hold, they'll still be here, intact.
November 23, 2025 at 10:51 PM
half in, half out. i'm doomed.
November 23, 2025 at 9:46 PM
show me wonders of your world: the autumn leaves, the summer breeze, your shiny hair like mahogany.
November 23, 2025 at 8:44 PM
it will be difficult to learn who i am…
November 23, 2025 at 7:41 PM
i beg you—give me a chance to reclaim my honor.
November 23, 2025 at 6:38 PM